Mission #14: Tempus fugit, Godspeed
Some missions require a little soaking.
Protectors of the Plot Continuum were founded by Jay and Acacia. Tempus fugit, Godspeed was written by Clorinda.This mission was chronicaled by IndeMaat.
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"I don't see what you're problem is with this fic."
Tasmin poked violently at the screen of the console. Allison looked closer.
"You find that problematic?" She leaned back. "What's next? You want to go into a fic because someone parted Face's hair down the middle?"
"I would if need be."
"Well, you can fix those 'problems' on your own. I don't even own a comb."
"That comes as a surprise to me." Tasmin walked into the bathroom. "Luckily, you don't need a comb here. Just imagine what it would be like if Face gave you a massage like that."
Allison swiftly turned around in her chair. "You're okay with fantasizing about canon characters?"
"What ever you do to canons in the privacy of your own mind is no business of mine. It becomes my business if you put that stuff down in a fic."
"Ooh, I'm going to like this." Allison crossed her arms behind her head and closed her eyes.
"C'mon, let's go." Tasmin had finished packing her bag and opened up a portal.
"Can't right now. A good massage takes it's time."
"We're going now." Tasmin grabbed Allison by her shoulder and nearly threw here through the portal.
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Face put down the envelop, stroking the letters on it softly. He looked up and was startled to see two women standing in his room.
"How did you ...?" Face started.
"Fear not, Earthling." Allison raised her hand and gave the Vulcan greeting. "We come in peace."
Tasmin growled. "Shut up." She turned to Face and put on her best smile. "We've come to give you a manicure." She put a bowl down on the table and started filling it with hot water from a thermos.
"You broke in here to give me a manicure?"
"Are you gonna look a gifted horse in the mouth?"
"That depends. Do you actually know how to give a manicure?"
Tasmin threw him a look that made Face decide to ask no further questions and dip his hands in the bowl.
"Aahw, this is nice. You know, I was long overdue for a manicure, but my regular girl, she got married and moved away." Face sighed. "Such a waste."
"Is chit-chat required for a manicure?" Tasmin asked. She picked up one of Face's hands to inspect it.
"It is when I have one of my manicures."
"I guess you just have to suck it up, Tasmin," Allison added.
Tasmin growled again. "You do it. I don't do chit-chat."
"That comes as a surprise to me."
Allison grabbed a chair and sat down opposite of Face. She fed him with made up gossip and tips for foot rubs and back massages. She ignored Tasmin multiple times clearing her throat. Face suggested Tasmin took a Life Saver from the drawer.
"I'd get it myself, but I'm a little held up."
"I think you have soaked long enough." Allison picked up his left hand and dried it off with a rough towel. For his right hand she use a little small grain sanding paper to remove the callus. "How's that for you?"
Face felt his hands. "They haven't been this soft in years. Thank you. What do I owe you."
Allison opened her mouth, but before she could answer Tasmin coughed, again.
"I guess another Life Saver for Tasmin would be pay enough for us." She slung the towel over her shoulder and picked up the bowl. Muttering 'this close' and 'never again' she preceded Tasmin through the portal.
Face wondered whether he was having a very odd dream. Then he saw the envelop again. The ink on it smudged a little more than before.