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tanarillBecause my brother managed to get all Bs and higher this semester.
I spent the day doing color tests of little pieces of plastic. But it wasn't filing.
Thing today are:
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falsechaos wanted to know what ectoacne is. Given my framework from Halfas and Ectoplasm, I am prepared to give an answer.
All right, so you all know how ectoplasm, which can’t decide whether to be a particle or a wave, will become either one the second someone tells it what to be?
It will do the same thing even if nobody tells it what to be. Or, in other words, if a bunch of free-floating ectoplasm, not being influenced by the desires of anybody, hits a wall, it will become a gooey particle mess. This is because individual bits of ectoplasm will become random atoms and molecules and most complicated molecules, as found in nature, are gooey messes.
Ahem. We’ll start with Danny, because he never had ectoacne and is a therefore a good control.
Right. This is Danny, plain, everyday human. His father has just accidentally hit him with some ectoplasm, which promptly collapsed into some particles, ie, a gooey mess. However, not all of it turned into particles; there is an upper limit to how much ectoplasm a soul can affect, and Danny, being human right now, has a fairly low threshold. Fortunately, not too much hit him, so he was able to affect all of it, and it all became goo.
Now, here’s Danny inside the Fenton portal, about to activate it. When this happens, he is not just doused in ectoplasm, he is saturated in it. While normally, he’d just collapse the ectoplasm into goo, there’s far too much for him to affect like that. In this scenario, the opposite happens: since he can’t force the ectoplasm to be either wave or particle, it forced him to become an indeterminate state between the two. Living things, and even ghosts, can’t survive like this long, though. Since Danny is now in the Ghost Zone, and the portal is active, there’s a lot of wave energy around, making it easier to collapse into a wave than a particle. He does so, and in doing so gains the ability to change between the two forms. He’s now halfa.
Next, we’ll take Vlad. Here he is, getting hit full in the face with ectoplasm. Some of it is converted into goo, and some of it forces Vlad to become indeterminate. But Vlad only got hit on the front, so only his front is indeterminate. The rest of his body is trying to convince the ectoplasm and indeterminate bits of Vlad to collapse as particles. The indeterminate parts and the ectoplasm are oscillating wildly between particles (when blood is pumped) and indeterminate (during pauses between heartbeats). His body is only recognizing the affected skin as Vlad when it’s a particle, and attacking when it’s indeterminate. It hurts, a lot, and if it continues Vlad is eventually going to die due to his insides being exposed to far too much UV, from which the skin normally protects, except his own immune system is attacking his skin.
Vlad doesn’t die, because as time goes on, the ectoplasm gets distributed around his body. It’s still more concentrated on the ventral side, but it’s now spread out enough that his entire body oscillates in unison, from particle to not-quite-particle. It doesn’t look different from the outside, but he is changing. As Vlad’s body learn to cope with it, the difference between particle state and not-particle state gets larger, until he’s changing from particle to wave, human to ghost. He has to work to get control of the switches, though, far more than Danny ever did. It translates into a little bit more control, but not enough to keep him from switching to human when he gets knocked out.
Finally, we deal with Tucker and Sam. They got ectoacne practically the same way as Vlad did, but Vlad was very careful to make sure that they were hit with a disperse, gaseous form of his own diluted ectoplasm. That’s why it can be cured the same way his is, and why neither Sam nor Tucker ever develop ghost powers, which they would if they were to get doused with ectoplasm.
The question of diet Coke impurities in the ectoplasm has to do with how it cycles through the ectofiltator when being released into the human world, and almost nothing to do with Danny. He was physically in the Ghost Zone when he got doused, so ectofiltrator impurities or not, he got the straight-up deal. This is part of the reason that he’s more powerful than Vlad, despite Vlad’s twenty more years of experience.
The reason that Vlad’s ectoacne reappeared after twenty years is also the diet coke, but also Danny’s fault. Vlad’s system dealt with impure ectoplasm, and had never been exposed to the pure stuff. Danny’s ectoblasts, much less contaminated than Vlad’s, hit his system like a sleeper cell. At first, Vlad was able to get rid of or dilute the ectoblasts enough to have little effect, but eventually the purer version of it built up in his body, and his system was no longer able to cope. Thus, a sudden burst of ectoacne. After the he was cured, Vlad’s ectoplasm was actually filtered of diet-coke impurities, meaning that it’s much similar to Danny’s and also that he’s unlikely to ever get ectoacne again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman, who can come out of the closet now, really, owns Danny Phantom. I do not own Jackie Chan Adventures. Jackie Chan, presumably, owns himself.
Title: Mistaken Identity
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Earlier:
“Danny, are you sure you should be trick-or-treating as Danny Phantom?” Sam had asked. “Aren’t you worried someone will figure it out?”
“No big deal,” said Danny. “No will ever suspect me of being Danny Phantom if I dress as Danny Fenton dressed as Danny Phantom. It’s the perfect costume!”
Now:
“Dad! It’s me! Your son!”
Title: Valmont Seeks Help
Rating: G
Warnings: In addition to this being crossover, it's also Alt-Crack. It never happened. Deal with it.
Getting there had been a lot like pulling teeth, without the teeth.
“Amity Park? Why would we want to go there?”
“There’s pregnant man there. That says ‘powerful magical artifact’ to me.”
Pause. And then . . . “All right, I’ll grant you that.”
So now they were sitting in a living room twice the size of most people’s entire houses while an impeccably groomed Vlad Masters stirred two precise lumps of sugar into his tea and said, “Now, dear man, there’s you and there’s someone else living in there with you. Why are there two of you?”
His first reaction was to deny it, but given that this was Masters, he didn’t think that would work. His second reaction was to say “Because Shendu is a bastard,” but that got cut off at “Be–” His third reaction, the one that succeeded, was to say, “You can see him?”
Genteel snort.
“How much?”
“What?”
“How much? To get ri–”
A negligent hand wave. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to pay for–”
“Yes you would,” said a different voice. Valmont looked up, and up, to see a man hovering in the air. He wasn’t Daniel Fenton, or at least, not the Daniel Fenton who had been paraded across the gossip sheets; his coloring was all wrong. And he was floating.
But he was, quite obviously, pregnant. Heavily pregnant. And male. Valmont’s mind did a double-take, and then a triple take. He’d heard the news, seen the pictures, and hadn’t quite believed it until now. “Vlad,” said the apparition, “Given that he’s an acquaintance of your’s, I’m not even going to ask how he managed to get possessed. I’m not. I don’t really care. But you are not charging him to get rid of a ghost. End of story.”
Title: Song
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Clockwork, not yet Clockwork, hates himself. He has been given an assignment–to perform a series of impossible tasks, in order:
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root;
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devils foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to fend of envy’s stinging;
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
The falling star gave him no end of trouble, because it wasn’t just a falling star. She was a person, and convincing her to do anything other than complain that she wasn’t home had been near impossible. The mandrake-child had been easier; while intelligent, they were still plants and could often be treated as such. But now . . .
“Tell me where all past years are,” he said aloud. “Clockwork, they only exist in memory!”
“No,” said Clockwork, “They do not. Tell me where they are.”
For one long moment, red eyes match each other; and then one set, the still-mortal set, drops in submission.
***
Anyone who has read the book version of Howl's Moving Castle is going to read that and say I stole it. Yes, I did. Diana Wynne-Jones stole it from John Donne, who wrote it. It's good CW poem. The next two verses are fun too.
I should go to sleep, really I should.
I spent the day doing color tests of little pieces of plastic. But it wasn't filing.
Thing today are:
falsechaos wanted to know what ectoacne is. Given my framework from Halfas and Ectoplasm, I am prepared to give an answer.All right, so you all know how ectoplasm, which can’t decide whether to be a particle or a wave, will become either one the second someone tells it what to be?
It will do the same thing even if nobody tells it what to be. Or, in other words, if a bunch of free-floating ectoplasm, not being influenced by the desires of anybody, hits a wall, it will become a gooey particle mess. This is because individual bits of ectoplasm will become random atoms and molecules and most complicated molecules, as found in nature, are gooey messes.
Ahem. We’ll start with Danny, because he never had ectoacne and is a therefore a good control.
Right. This is Danny, plain, everyday human. His father has just accidentally hit him with some ectoplasm, which promptly collapsed into some particles, ie, a gooey mess. However, not all of it turned into particles; there is an upper limit to how much ectoplasm a soul can affect, and Danny, being human right now, has a fairly low threshold. Fortunately, not too much hit him, so he was able to affect all of it, and it all became goo.
Now, here’s Danny inside the Fenton portal, about to activate it. When this happens, he is not just doused in ectoplasm, he is saturated in it. While normally, he’d just collapse the ectoplasm into goo, there’s far too much for him to affect like that. In this scenario, the opposite happens: since he can’t force the ectoplasm to be either wave or particle, it forced him to become an indeterminate state between the two. Living things, and even ghosts, can’t survive like this long, though. Since Danny is now in the Ghost Zone, and the portal is active, there’s a lot of wave energy around, making it easier to collapse into a wave than a particle. He does so, and in doing so gains the ability to change between the two forms. He’s now halfa.
Next, we’ll take Vlad. Here he is, getting hit full in the face with ectoplasm. Some of it is converted into goo, and some of it forces Vlad to become indeterminate. But Vlad only got hit on the front, so only his front is indeterminate. The rest of his body is trying to convince the ectoplasm and indeterminate bits of Vlad to collapse as particles. The indeterminate parts and the ectoplasm are oscillating wildly between particles (when blood is pumped) and indeterminate (during pauses between heartbeats). His body is only recognizing the affected skin as Vlad when it’s a particle, and attacking when it’s indeterminate. It hurts, a lot, and if it continues Vlad is eventually going to die due to his insides being exposed to far too much UV, from which the skin normally protects, except his own immune system is attacking his skin.
Vlad doesn’t die, because as time goes on, the ectoplasm gets distributed around his body. It’s still more concentrated on the ventral side, but it’s now spread out enough that his entire body oscillates in unison, from particle to not-quite-particle. It doesn’t look different from the outside, but he is changing. As Vlad’s body learn to cope with it, the difference between particle state and not-particle state gets larger, until he’s changing from particle to wave, human to ghost. He has to work to get control of the switches, though, far more than Danny ever did. It translates into a little bit more control, but not enough to keep him from switching to human when he gets knocked out.
Finally, we deal with Tucker and Sam. They got ectoacne practically the same way as Vlad did, but Vlad was very careful to make sure that they were hit with a disperse, gaseous form of his own diluted ectoplasm. That’s why it can be cured the same way his is, and why neither Sam nor Tucker ever develop ghost powers, which they would if they were to get doused with ectoplasm.
The question of diet Coke impurities in the ectoplasm has to do with how it cycles through the ectofiltator when being released into the human world, and almost nothing to do with Danny. He was physically in the Ghost Zone when he got doused, so ectofiltrator impurities or not, he got the straight-up deal. This is part of the reason that he’s more powerful than Vlad, despite Vlad’s twenty more years of experience.
The reason that Vlad’s ectoacne reappeared after twenty years is also the diet coke, but also Danny’s fault. Vlad’s system dealt with impure ectoplasm, and had never been exposed to the pure stuff. Danny’s ectoblasts, much less contaminated than Vlad’s, hit his system like a sleeper cell. At first, Vlad was able to get rid of or dilute the ectoblasts enough to have little effect, but eventually the purer version of it built up in his body, and his system was no longer able to cope. Thus, a sudden burst of ectoacne. After the he was cured, Vlad’s ectoplasm was actually filtered of diet-coke impurities, meaning that it’s much similar to Danny’s and also that he’s unlikely to ever get ectoacne again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman, who can come out of the closet now, really, owns Danny Phantom. I do not own Jackie Chan Adventures. Jackie Chan, presumably, owns himself.
Title: Mistaken Identity
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Earlier:
“Danny, are you sure you should be trick-or-treating as Danny Phantom?” Sam had asked. “Aren’t you worried someone will figure it out?”
“No big deal,” said Danny. “No will ever suspect me of being Danny Phantom if I dress as Danny Fenton dressed as Danny Phantom. It’s the perfect costume!”
Now:
“Dad! It’s me! Your son!”
Title: Valmont Seeks Help
Rating: G
Warnings: In addition to this being crossover, it's also Alt-Crack. It never happened. Deal with it.
Getting there had been a lot like pulling teeth, without the teeth.
“Amity Park? Why would we want to go there?”
“There’s pregnant man there. That says ‘powerful magical artifact’ to me.”
Pause. And then . . . “All right, I’ll grant you that.”
So now they were sitting in a living room twice the size of most people’s entire houses while an impeccably groomed Vlad Masters stirred two precise lumps of sugar into his tea and said, “Now, dear man, there’s you and there’s someone else living in there with you. Why are there two of you?”
His first reaction was to deny it, but given that this was Masters, he didn’t think that would work. His second reaction was to say “Because Shendu is a bastard,” but that got cut off at “Be–” His third reaction, the one that succeeded, was to say, “You can see him?”
Genteel snort.
“How much?”
“What?”
“How much? To get ri–”
A negligent hand wave. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to pay for–”
“Yes you would,” said a different voice. Valmont looked up, and up, to see a man hovering in the air. He wasn’t Daniel Fenton, or at least, not the Daniel Fenton who had been paraded across the gossip sheets; his coloring was all wrong. And he was floating.
But he was, quite obviously, pregnant. Heavily pregnant. And male. Valmont’s mind did a double-take, and then a triple take. He’d heard the news, seen the pictures, and hadn’t quite believed it until now. “Vlad,” said the apparition, “Given that he’s an acquaintance of your’s, I’m not even going to ask how he managed to get possessed. I’m not. I don’t really care. But you are not charging him to get rid of a ghost. End of story.”
Title: Song
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Clockwork, not yet Clockwork, hates himself. He has been given an assignment–to perform a series of impossible tasks, in order:
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root;
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devils foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to fend of envy’s stinging;
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
The falling star gave him no end of trouble, because it wasn’t just a falling star. She was a person, and convincing her to do anything other than complain that she wasn’t home had been near impossible. The mandrake-child had been easier; while intelligent, they were still plants and could often be treated as such. But now . . .
“Tell me where all past years are,” he said aloud. “Clockwork, they only exist in memory!”
“No,” said Clockwork, “They do not. Tell me where they are.”
For one long moment, red eyes match each other; and then one set, the still-mortal set, drops in submission.
***
Anyone who has read the book version of Howl's Moving Castle is going to read that and say I stole it. Yes, I did. Diana Wynne-Jones stole it from John Donne, who wrote it. It's good CW poem. The next two verses are fun too.
I should go to sleep, really I should.
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Date: 2007-02-07 04:21 am (UTC)Also, damn you, because you've forced me to admit that I actually have seen several episodes of "Jackie Chan Adventures." And liked them. Even though I could happily throw Jade off a cliff.
But I love your drabble. <3
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Date: 2007-02-07 05:32 am (UTC)I watched a little. But there was no plot!
Thank you. Go ahead and request one for yourself. ;)
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Date: 2007-02-07 01:11 pm (UTC)Yes, I noticed the lack of plot. There was nothing else on television during that time block and I had get to discover the "Xiaolin Showdown" episodes on YouTube. It managed to keep me amused in the absense of anything else. Valmouth could have been bishie in another animation style.
I wouldn't know what to ask for. Really. I'm in my own little world at the moment. It has sexy men who turn into liazrds.
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Date: 2007-02-07 09:33 pm (UTC). . . Madison has ghost-cancer. Wow. Where does this stuff come from? Wtf, brain, wtf.
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Date: 2007-02-07 05:46 am (UTC)The first drabble made me cackle.
The thrid one was gorgous.
ooooo. Very neat explaination for ecto acne.
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Date: 2007-02-07 12:21 pm (UTC)Prompt(s)?
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Date: 2007-02-07 06:14 pm (UTC)Okay hmmm. Random pairings!
Lancer/Danny.
Danny/Fenton thermos.
Sam/Tucker/Danny.
Danny mets a gryhon. (not a pairing)
Tucker/that one wolf fangirl chick who name I forgot.
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Date: 2007-02-07 09:40 pm (UTC)For future reference, the correct response to "Prompts?" if you either do not have any or don't particularly want to come up with some is:
"Tanarill! Work on _______." Where ______ is something you want me to write. Probably TTW at this particular junction of space and time.
(I am, I am. Do you mind if I write it out of order? Because I have a great bit In My Head about Jazz meeting Lupae, but chronologically it hasn't happened yet . . . )
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Date: 2007-02-08 05:18 am (UTC)(Nope, don't mind. yay for more TTW!)
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Date: 2007-02-07 02:34 pm (UTC)Poor Jack, he's so into ghosts that it clouds over everything else.