"The Changeling" for PicFic Tuesday prompt # 1~ Part 1

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He stood in the open shower, leaning against the glass wall and supporting himself with his hands as the hot water from the fixture above his head ran over him.

The water pressure was barely adequate, though it mattered not as Kuryakin began to feel dizzy again, experiencing possibly the worst case of vertigo he’d ever dealt with in his life.

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"The Carpe Dentium Affair" for PicFic Tuesday prompt #2~10/7 PART 2

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Takeoff from Kennedy airport would him at Heathrow around five p.m. no doubt Illya would meet him there, but this time he planned on contacting his surly partner at a more reasonable time.

Arrangements were made and Kuryakin would indeed be there..”with bells on,” he had said rather cheerily this time. Napoleon supposed a good rest, and probably a hearty meal had made the Russian a happy camper.

When the American agent deplaned, there was no sign of his partner. Solo waited patiently then finally stepped in to an out of the way place and pulled his communicator to

contact Illya.

“Channel F-Kuryakin.”

“Hello?” An unfamiliar voice of the feminine persuasion answered.

“Who is this?” Napoleon calmly asked.

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"The Carpe Dentium Affair" for PicFic Tuesday prompt #2~10/7 PART 1

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It was possibly the strangest assignment of Napoleon Solo’s career with U.N.C.L.E. He had to force himself not to let his jaw drop as he listened intently to Alexander Waverly as he spoke at their early morning briefing.

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Thinking about the seasonal challenge for next year

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So since the last Mood-Y Challenge is coming up this month, I've been thinking about what type of challenge to run as the seasonal challenge next year (2015).

My idea is something I am calling the LIFECYCLE Challenge

The concept is based roughly on the idea of the "circle of life" in that I would provide of prompt relating in some way to a facet of human living. As an example, the prompt might be something like REGRET.

So what do folks think of this idea?

The other option would be to revive the HODOWE Challenge (with different obscure holidays of course).

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***UPDATE***
To provide a little more info, these are the holidays I would use for the renewal of the HODOWE in 2015, if we go that route.

CHALLENGE #	HOLIDAY	HOLIDAY DATE (posting TBA)
1	Ben Franklin's Birthday	January 17th
2	Patriots' Day	April 20th
3	Victoria Day	May 18th
4	Women's Equality Day	August 26th
5	Sweetest Day	October 17th

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Question Glenna: Do you want a poll on this?

Ahhh the second 'Blood Moon' Arrives tomorrow in the pre-dawn hours.

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Tomorrow will be the second of 4 'Blood Moons' to occur over the next two years, some think they are the sign of the coming of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse and the 'End of Days..." only time will tell.

http://www.nbcchicago.com/weather/stories/Lunar-Eclipse-to-Dazzle-Sky-Watchers-278385821.html

Here's a link to my story "Blood Moon" and a MFU take on these eclipses.Mwaaaa haaa haaaaaaa!

http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/582662.html OR

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10287369/1/Blood-Moon OR if you prefer:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2419604/chapters/5352776

Suited Up, Part 2 - PicFic 10/7

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Part 1

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As Illya lay in Medical beneath the watchful eyes of the nurses, Napoleon headed for the gym for a quick workout, something to help ease the tension and give him time to think.  Afterwards a  shower and change of clothes.  The suit, the one he had tried to protect, was now ruined. Between Illya throwing up on it and the grime from the ladder on that ominous tower... he no longer cared.  The suit had been the catalyst for Illya’s exposure to the virus.

“The damned suit saved you, Solo.”  With the water pummeling his body with jets of hot, spikey shards, he pressed his hands against the glass door and was tempted to bang his head into it as some type of self-imposed punishment.  Napoleon chastised himself for the self-loathing.  How could he catch the villains responsible for trying to kill his partner if he was busy trying to do himself in?

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2015 Seasonal Challenge Poll

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Hey folks,

As Glenna suggested, I am polling folks' preference for the seasonal challenge here on section7mfu for next year (2015).

Please select one of the 3 options below:
[Poll #1984726]

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PlEASE NOTE THE FOLLOWING ADDITONAL INFO before making your choice:

LIFECYCLE The concept is based roughly on the idea of the "circle of life" in that I would provide a prompt relating in some way to a facet of human living. As an example, the prompt might be something like REGRET. There would be 5 challenges in total.

HODOWE: (Stands for Holidays of Dubious Origins Writing Event) There would be 5 challenges in total. Below is the listing of the obscure holidays that would be used:

CHALLENGE #	HOLIDAY	HOLIDAY DATE (posting TBA)
1	Ben Franklin's Birthday	January 17th
2	Patriots' Day	April 20th
3	Victoria Day	May 18th
4	Women's Equality Day	August 26th
5	Sweetest Day	October 17th

BOTH: This would be a combo of both with an abbreviated scheduled for each, such that there would be 6 challenges in total: 3 LifeCycle and 3 HODOWE. LifeCycle prompts would be revealed a few weeks in advance. Below is the listing of the obscure holidays that would be included in the HODOWE.

CHALLENGE #	HOLIDAY	HOLIDAY DATE (posting TBA)
1	Ben Franklin's Birthday	January 17th
2	Patriots' Day	April 20th
3	Sweetest Day	October 17th

Flour and Water (Chapter 2) - Picfic Oct 7th.

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Chapter 1 - http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/755318.html





It didn’t take long for a response to the explosion. Within a matter of minutes a jeep, containing two THRUSH flunkies, arrived at the scene. From their position, behind the boulder, Napoleon and Illya swiftly sleep-darted the two men.

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PicFic Challenge for 10/7/14 - Terminus, Pt. 4

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Terminus,  Pt  1 -- Terminus,  Pt  2 -- Terminus,  Pt  3

The drive to the Dewdrop Motel was done in a roundabout fashion to give them plenty of time to finalize their plans. When Napoleon pulled the car into a parking place at the motel, an attractive woman who appeared to be in her early forties immediately came out to greet them.

"Welcome. I'm Karen Dixon. Stuart called and told me that you folks would be here this morning. Said that Mister Kuryakin was feeling poorly. Well, I've got everything ready for you. Follow me."

The blond agent spoke softly before getting out of the car.

"The local contact isn't very discrete, is he?"

Taking the keys from the ignition, Napoleon shook his head.

"To say the very least, Mark. Play along - answer to Kuryakin and let's get you settled before I head to meet whatever's waiting for me at the water tower."

"It feels bad to let you knowingly walk into a trap like this, mate."

"I know, but we've got two things that I hope will give us an edge. One, whoever this THRUSH chief is, he likes to toy around and torture instead of outright kill."

Reaching over the front seat, Mark fished up his bag to go in with him.

"Your first point isn't terribly reassuring. What the second?"

"Our partners are somewhere in the background. Illya's following up on one of the leads from the autopsies. Both men had leeches attached to them."

"So, he's looking for where they might have come from. I must admit, number two more than makes up for number one."

Napoleon's attitude shifted and he wore a broad smile as he got to his feet and began to follow the woman.

"Dixon? So are you related to Stuart?"

"First cousins. You'll run into a lot of Dixons around these parts. Anyone that you run into, you can pick one of two names and have a real good chance of being right. Most folks that aren't Dixons are Hudsons."

A muffled exclamation from Mark followed by him swatting his arm had her changing the subject.

"Mosquitos are real bad this time of year. And big. Why, they practically try to carry you off to snack on later. But believe it or not, they aren't so bad here compared to closer to the swamp."

"If the insects are worse they, I'd guess everyone gives the swamp a wide berth."

"You'd think that, wouldn't you, Mister Solo, but nope. There's a crazy man actually lives in a place practically surrounded by the swamp."

"Please, call me Napoleon. Is the man in the swamp a local?"

"No, not even close. He styles himself like he's some sort of Spanish nobility. Like I said, crazy. You won't need to worry about him though. He doesn't leave his place much. And here we are. Room's not fancy, but it's comfortable and I've had all the showers updated. Plenty of towels, but if you need more, just call the office."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Karen - please. Keep saying ma'am and I'll start looking around for my mother. Here's your keys - I'll leave you to get settled in. Hope you get to feeling better, Mister Kuryakin. Try the shower - a hot shower with our mineral water might do you a world of good."

Mark shook his head. Her assumption that he was Illya was ludicrous, but might work to their advantage. Since they couldn't be sure if their room was bugged or not, they stuck to their assigned roles.

"I think I'm going to take a drive around the area - get the lay of the land. Why don't you grab a shower and then nap until I come back, then we'll find somewhere to grab a bite."

"Sounds good. Try not to get lost."

Giving Mark a 'you've been hanging around Illya too much' look, Napoleon scooped up one of the room keys before heading for the door.

"Ha, ha - funny man. Don't give up your day job."

Mark waited until he heard the car drive away, then looked around the room. After standing around in the sticky heat, the thought of the shower was appealing. Decision made, Mark quickly stripped and headed into the bathroom. He was pleasantly surprised by how large the shower was - most motel showers reminded him more of phone booths with water added. The subway tile was gleaming white and the frosted glass door was equally spotless.

Unwrapping a bar of soap and placing it in the soap holder, Mark then grabbed a washcloth before turning on the water, adjusting the temperature before stepping in. Taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the water, he next soaped up his washcloth and began scrubbing his face and neck. A loud metallic click drew his attention immediately. Rinsing the soap from his face, he pulled on the door so he could check on the source of the noise he'd heard - but the door wouldn't budge.







Another noise, similar to one made by old radiators in the winter, came from nearby. Seconds later, Mark began to feel a tingling on his skin wherever the water was hitting. He swiftly turned the water off, but it was too late. He was covered and had no way out of the shower stall to get away from it. Pressing on the thick glass, he scolded himself for not having paid closer attention to how very thick the glass was.

The tingling sensation was growing more intense, but the fuzzy feeling creeping over his brain was more worrisome. He didn't feel weak or like he was going to collapse, he simply was losing track of what he was thinking about.

Less than three minutes later, Mark was still standing with his hands pressed against the wet glass. When the metallic click sounded again, the door was pulled open, but not by Mark. He remained standing as he had been, a blank expression on his face. The two men now in the bathroom with Mark were both wearing protective gear and were careful not to come in contact with the water themselves. Mark moved as they directed him to with no resistance.

As one of the men started to wrap Mark in a bathrobe, the other picked up the telephone.

"Señor Bedoya? Yes, sir. The test worked perfectly. We have Kuryakin."

tbc . . .