Miss Cold Embers House of Wierd

Interrogation

2007-10-02T15:30:55Z

from touchme_not

INSTRUCTIONS
01. Beg me to ask you questions.
02. If I can be bothered, I'll respond with five questions.
03. If you can be bothered, you will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. Include this explanation and an offer to interrogate someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

I haven't forgotten about you. And neither has Drew. The lab has been really crazy for the last few months, but I still have the great Technology God looking for your answer.

Anyway, on to the questions.

1.What made you decide to become a scientist?
I always like to understand how and why things did what they did. Didn't matter if it was a machine or something alive. And working at a funeral home as a teenager got me interested in why people died. So it just seemed natural to go into this field.

2.What is your favorite part of your job?
Letting the Dead have a voice. Silly I know, but it feels good when I'm working with Ducky and suddenly we know what happened. It's like a big puzzle that you don't have all the pieces but if you look hard enough, you can find them.

3.If you could have lunch with anyone, living or dead, who would you choose?
Jesus. I want to ask him, looking at the world today, was it really worth it.

4.You just won the lottery, what is the first thing you do after getting the money?
The first thing? That's easy. I'd start my own foundation to help rebuild my City.

5.What is your favorite song?
You're gonna laugh. Bon Jovi's "Who said you can't go home."

MP---99. bananas

2007-06-11T20:15:13Z

99. bananas

So I get this package from Mom and Dad. Anytime they send me anything I get pretty excited because it's usually something from home and keeps me from being too homesick.

So can you imagine my horror when I found

?

I couldn't imagine what my mother was thinking about when she picked these things out for me. I mean, this is something that a friend gives you as a joke.

Well, I sent her an email and in a round about way asked if she really thought it was appropriate to send her daughter something like this.

She wrote back and couldn't understand why I was so shocked. She said she wanted to send me something useful and something fun.

She also sent me an address of where I can see more of these things.

Of course I waited till I got home. I wasn't about to open a webpage like that at the lab.

So I clicked the address, and when I finally was able to open my eyes, I realized just what they were for.

Bananas.

misscoldember99 @ 2007-06-03T14:57:00

2007-06-03T19:58:36Z

You Are a Chimera

You are very outgoing and well connected to many people.

Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.

You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.

You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

misscoldember99 @ 2007-03-13T20:06:00

2007-03-14T01:07:42Z

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You have a passion for everything - including sleeping.

Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well.

You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers.

You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations.

What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?

I do not hog the covers.

Question MEME

2007-03-02T00:01:39Z

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

MP Topic-37. The Back of my Hand

2007-02-09T19:21:07Z

Why does everyone think Gibbs is so complicated. I mean come on. He's really not you know.

I know him like I know the back of my hand.

No really I do.

Sometimes I think If I had been born sooner or him later, we could have had something really hot. You know what I mean?

Anyway, people take his meaness too much to heart. They should realize that is just a front he puts on for the world.

The Gibbs I know is sweet, caring and totally handsome. He just seems to know when I can use a hug or more importantly another Caf-Pow. He never disappoints me on either one.

misscoldember99 @ 2006-12-30T12:52:00

2006-12-30T18:54:26Z

On the twelfth day of Christmas, misscoldember99 sent to me...

Twelve jon_r_meyers drumming

Eleven joe_morellis piping

Ten mousedetectives a-leaping

Nine sir_jerrys_wishs dancing

Eight nigel_ts a-milking

Seven aimlessbecks a-swimming

Six swann_sfpds a-laying

Five ho-o-o-oyt_woodrows

Four touchme_nots

Three lilylebowskis

Two xan_trick_kings

...and a LiveJournal meme in a pear tree.

In 2007, misscoldember99 resolves to...

Eat more swann_sfpds.
Tell my family about lilylebowskis.
Find a better hoyt_woodrow.
Lose ten know_you_no_mes by March.
Drink four glasses of _nickstokes_ every day.
Volunteer to spend time with thedoc_isins.

Found on Sam's journal

2006-12-01T00:25:34Z

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In November I helped xan_trick_king hide a body (-173 points). Last Saturday I gave swann_sfpd a wet willie, then I took it back (-5 points). In May I set jon_r_meyers 's puppy on fire (-66 points). In October I didn't flush (-1 points). In June mousedetective and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-234 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!

Sincerely,
misscoldember99

MP #10 - Satisfaction

2006-11-20T01:33:57Z

One of those days...
I knew it was one of those days the morning I got in and found I had an assistant.

Chip...Chipster...Chiperony.....the thorn in my side. I didn't like him at all. From the moment I laid my eyes on that idiot I knew he was trouble. But it didn't matter. I was ordered to work with him. Can you imagine what that was like? He called me Ma'am for goodness sake.....no one calls me Ma'am. And he didn't bother bringing me any Caf-pow. Now what kind of assistant is that? He was useless. I was always following behind him, cleaning up his messes.

Okay, so maybe they weren't messes but I didn't like the guy. Have I said that?

Shesh. So, when I got in that morning. I really blew a diode. I went to Gibbs and everyone else to try to get Chipper out of my lab, but to no avail. I was told to deal with him. Why couldn't they have just left me alone in my own little world to do my work. I never needed help before. What did I do to make them think I needed one? Didn't I get everything done in a timely manner.

Well, it was a good day when I had him on the floor, taped up. Squealing like the pig he was. Serves all of them right when they thought I was in danger. I should have made them look for me. But all I wanted to hear was that I could once again work alone without an assistant.

Muse: Abby (NCIS)

TM Prompt - 152 (Road Trip)

2006-11-12T16:08:39Z

This had not been the road trip she had planned.

Abby sat sullenly at the side of the road pouting as she looked at the smoking hood of her rented car, thinking quietly of everything that had gone wrong from the beginning.

At first, everything seemed to have gone as planned. She had packed the night before then set off as the sun was barely rising so she would miss heavy traffic.

That should have been the first clue that things were going to go downhill. She had found herself in gridlock for two hours. She hadn't known about the suddenly and supposedly important road work that had been planned for the route she had planned.

So she sat in the car, moving only inches at a time. She played music loud and smiled at other irritated drivers until she finally reached the end of the construction. Once free of traffic, she floored the car and began to speed down the interstate, looking for the exit that would take her out of the mainstream and into the back roads where she was sure she would enjoyed the scenery.

Apparently the police behind her, didn't appreciate her sudden newfound excitement and promptly pulled her over for speeding. She tried to smile and joke with the officer as he sullenly wrote her a ticket, but he wasn't in the mood for being happy. So she took the ticket and drove off, slower and more careful.

Then there was the pothole that forced her to stop and change a rear tire. She hadn't thought it was that deep or that jagged, but her tire said otherwise. It took her another thirty minutes with other cars flying past her at high rates of speed before she finally replaced the tire and was once again on her way.

After an hour, she thought she was in the clear. The roads were empty and she was sure that she was going to be able to make up time as she picked up speed, sure that there were not police officers anywhere in this secluded spot.

Then it happened. The engine light came on and was followed by a horrible clanging sound. She screamed over the music playing in disgust. Carefully she pulled over and hit the Onstar button, telling the polite and too perky operator her problem. The light and happy voice told her they had her location and would send help as soon as humanly possible....and then added that Abby should continue to have a nice day.

So here she sat, pouting that her well planned trip had been spoiled. She fumed as she picked up a blade of grass and began tying it into knots as she waited for the rescue crew to find her.

As she silently griped, a movement caught her eye. Slowly she turned her head and found herself staring at a doe with two small fawns close. A smile played over her lips as one of the small animals made it's way toward her carefully. She didn't move as the damp, tiny nose touched her her own nose.

Finally, the mother snorted, causing the baby to return to her side. Abby watched as the two fawns disappeared into the brush. The adult deer looked Abby in the eye and for a moment the woman thought the animal had nodded to her then ran to join her children.

Suddenly Abby thought this road trip wasn't so bad after all.

Abby Scuito
NCIS
Word Count: 578

Hey! Hello There! Hi!

2006-10-17T00:03:36Z

Okay, so my name is Abby. Well it's really Abigail but I like people to just call me Abby.

I'm a forensic expert and work with NCIS. That's with the military you know.

Well you can't miss me in a crowd. I'm pretty tall and I wear really high platform boots. I dress goth just because I like the stares it gives me. I have an addiction to Caf-Pow and need at least three huge glasses of it every day in order to function properly at work.

I'm not attached to anyone romatically but like a good roll in the hay...and if you have to ask what that means, don't bother asking.

I have a coffin for a bed and a squishy hippo at work named Bert that farts when you squeeze him.

That's about it.

misscoldember99 @ 2006-10-15T12:29:00

2006-10-15T17:42:13Z

I will be placing this muse on prompt only come November 1st.

Between now and that date, I will try to finish any rp that might be going on, replies and comments.

So, that's it.

"
"Official NaNoWriMo 2006 Participant"

TM Prompt-147 (Summertime)

2006-10-06T13:49:58Z

Abby closed her eyes and inhaled deeply and slowly, savoring the fragrance of the beignets in front of her. Summertime and hot beignets just went together. Grinning she slipped the money she had into the woman behind the counter’s hands and took her bag of sweets.

As she skipped down the sidewalk, she knew that it was only a matter of finding her friend the Jazzman before she would be able to share not only the delicate sweet treats but she would get to listen to Jazzman’s stories. It was her favorite time of the week.

As Abby rounded one corner she stopped, listening to the soft sounds of a horn playing “Summertime.” For a moment she couldn’t move. She could only stand still, listening as the notes flowed so sadly from the instrument. She sometimes would cry when she heard her friend play. It was always so pure, filled with sadness sometimes and at other times she laughed with the joy she heard.

“Is that my little Abbygirl?” A wizened old voice said softly as the music stopped. “Come over here little girl so I can visit with you.”

“Jazzy!” Abby ran to the wrinkled dark man and hugged him tightly. “Got us something to eat.” She grinned as he took his hand and led him down the alley to a stoop. As she helped him sit she again marveled at how dark his skin was and how light his eyes seemed to be, blind eyes. “I hope you’re hungry. I got you two beignets today.”

“And how about you Abbygirl?” He smiled as she gave him one of the still warm pastries. “You gonna eat with me?”

“Yes Sir.” She sat in front of him, watching him take a bite and smile. “You sure was playing that song good this morning.”

“Thank you Abbygirl.” He grinned and touched his horn, which he had carefully sat next to him. “Not many young people enjoy what I play. They like that new fangled stuff with all the bass and nonsense.”

“Well I like it.” She finally reached in the bag and retrieved a beignet for herself. “So, do I get another story today Jazzy or how about another song?”

“Sure Abbygirl.” The old man leaned back against the wall and grinned, a bit of powdered sugar clinging to the stubble on his chin. “Let’s start with another song.” He picked up his horn and brought it to his lips and began to softly play “Strange Fruit” as Abby pulled her knees up tightly, totally enraptured by the music.

“Abby?” She opened her eyes at the sound of her voice and looked at Gibbs, smiling at her. “You still with us?”

“Yeah.” She smiled softly, swearing she could still hear Jazzy playing for her.

“Those beignets okay?” Gibbs asked as he pointed to the bag sitting on Abby’s desk. “The woman said they were as close to authentic as possibly without being in New Orleans.”

“They are perfect.” Her eyes twinkled. “Brings back a lot of good memories Gibbs. Thank you.”

Abby Scuito

Navy NCIS

Word Count: 510

Call to Drew (Lock to Drew)

2006-10-01T02:16:31Z

Once Abby got off the computer with Sage, she paced back and forth, sometimes crying and sometimes cursing this man who hurt the girl. She all but had a confession that Sage had killed her molestor and captor and she knew that she would have to handle this very carefully in order to protect her new friend. Since the man had taken Sage across State lines, she knew that Drew would be able to help her clear the child.

Finally she wiped away her tears and sat down, composing herself. She quickly dialed the phone and waited for Drew to answer, wondering what she would say and how he would react.

TM Prompt-143 (Revenge)

2006-09-18T14:36:29Z

Would Someone like To Explain this to me?

Explain Revenge and how it helps anyone. Can anyone explain it?

I try to understand how taking revenge on someone that you seem to think has wronged you, but I can't see how it can help in the long run.

Here's an extreme example. A gang member gets shot. The other members of that gang goes out and finds the person or people that shot their member and shoots them. Then of course it starts a never-ending chain of revenge killing until the streets are not even safe for a baby to walk to school by themselves for fearing that stray bullet.

Or how about this. A woman finds her husband or boyfriend is cheating on them. She apparently feels it okay for her to turn around and cheat on him for revenge. What does that do really? It makes them both mad, hurt and probably not want to be with each other.

Then there are those people that feel they are constantly bullied. Every once in a while one of them will snap, sneak a gun on campus or into the workplace and take out their revenge on those that they believe have done them wrong.

And don't even get me started on wars. I can go on forever about how I feel about any war, not just the one we are in now.

Revenge hurts people. There's no other way to say it. People are injured or killed because someone wants revenge for a perceived wrongdoing.

So can anyone actually explain the virtues of revenge?
I'm waiting.

Abby Scuito

Navy: NCIS

Word Count: 267

TM Prompt-138 (Spirit)

2006-08-10T19:51:48Z

Has it only been a year? It seems like it has been an eternity, a lifetime since that horrible Day.

It was the day they tried to break our Spirit and failed.

I wasn't even there that night. I was home, safe in my bed but I was watching the news that night. I couldn't help myself. I had to see what was happening. I remember tears suddenly falling down my face as through the next days and weeks I saw the horrible conditions they were living in. I shuddered at the reports of people, normally law abiding people having to resort to looting to get simple things like food and water simply just to survive.

My heart broke over and over at each child's dirty face that was shown, crying out of fear or want for their parents. And the old people...those precious keepers of our history. The ones I would spend hours just listening to their stories of the past, what happened to them? Some were found and save and others were...(shudders). I'd like to think that those that didn't make it, now watch over the city, blessing it with their love and their knowledge.

They tried to break our Spirit that day. The Storm called Katrina, FEMA, criminals, and many others. They tried to crush the spirit that is my city.

But they failed.

New Orleans still has it's Spirit . It wasn't broken and it never will be.

Abby Sciuto
NCIS
Word Count: 242

Morning After.

2006-07-21T01:16:55Z

Takes place the morning after this.

After they had slept for a couple of hours, Abby had woke up and watched Nigel deep in slumber. She gently stroked his chest and arms, bringing a soft smile to his lips.

He had woke up and they had made slow and gentle love before heading to the shower. The moment the water began falling on them, again their bodies took control and they had another rough and hard lovemaking round. Finally, breathless and totally exhausted, they had dried off and made it back to the dining area where Abby had warmed up the food and they ate in silence, simply looking at each other with smiles and blushes.

They ended up just sitting in each others embrace on the sofa, talking about the past and clearing up some misunderstandings.

Just as daylight filtered through the windows, Nigel hugged Abby tightly and promised to see her again before she left to go home. He kissed her deeply then grabbed the fedora and his helmet and left so that he could run by his place and change before he had to go back to the morgue.

Abby sat on the sofa for a while then got up and changed the sheets on Xanders bed. She knew he didn't expect that from her, but she didn't think she could sit still until he got back.

Once the bedsheets were changed, she started clearing the table just as she heard Xander coming in.

Found on Xanders journal.

2006-07-20T14:37:14Z

You scored as Black Beard. When you finally die and enter Hell, the devil will hand over his reign and bow.

Black Beard

100%

Captain Jack Sparrow

83%

Sinbad

83%

Dread Pirate Roberts

75%

Mary Read

67%

Captain James T. Hook

58%

Morgan Adams

50%

Will Turner

42%

Long John Silvers

42%

Captain Barbosa

33%

What kind of Pirate are you?
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Didn't he like put firecrackers in his beard and light them to scare off his enemies?

Very cool.

Email to Nigel: ( to Nigel)

2006-07-16T02:47:24Z

Hey Nige

I'm writing to let you know I'm going to be in Boston for a few days. Xander has invited me to visit and I can't possibly come that close and at least not ask if we could maybe meet and have a talk.

I've been thinking alot about you, and the fun we had before you left.

I'm not good with just writing notes. You know that.

What I'm trying to say, is we left alot of things unsaid. I'd like to just have a chance to sit and discuss some things.

Give me a call if it's okay to drop by while I'm in Boston. Promise it can be in public and I won't hurt you. (that is unless you beg me too.----just kidding)

Abby.

Just found floating around.

2006-07-15T14:29:42Z

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"So, you're a cannibal."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

And one from Xander....sorry I wasn't as nice as you.

You Were a Little Naughty This Year!

While you're not likely to greet Santa with sucker punch... He's still not too jolly about coming to your house. You might get a small token from Mr. Claus Like some detox pills for your liver.

Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?

How's the Weather Up There

2006-07-14T15:22:26Z

"How's the weather up there?" Abby heard the taunts but ignored them as usual. She simply put her head down, hugged her books and rushed home from school. It was bad enough that the other kids made fun of her parents being deaf, but now they had decided to pick at her about her height.

Only in third grade and already she stood 5'6". It seemed like over the summer, she had become a giant compared to her classmates.

Running into her room, she slammed the door as hard as she could, knowing her mother wouldn't hear it, but hoping because she had not come in as usual, and kissed her, she would know something was wrong.

She was almost through with her homework when her mother finally came in and began to sign.

"Abby, what's wrong."

"I'm a freak!" She signed to her mother angrily.

"Why would you say that?" Mother was frowning as she sat on Abby's bed.

"Because I'm a giant." Abby began to cry as her hands moved frantically. "The kids are making fun of me because I'm so tall. They call me things like Beanpole and Too Tall Sally."

For a moment her mother was still, then she smiled and opened her arms to her daughter. Abby ran into her embrace an cried for a while then pulled back and pouted.

"You're going to be a beautiful woman Abby." Her mother signed lovingly, and took Abby's hands, leading her to a full length mirror.

"But I'm ugly now!" Abby turned away from her tall, lanky image.

"You are the most beautiful princess in the world." Again her mother turned her to the mirror. "Look how big and beautiful your eyes are." She waited then added. "And when you smile you light up the darkest part of our world."

"But they make fun of me Momma. It hurts." Abby cried again and turned to hug her mother.

Without a word, her mother took her hand and led her to the bedroom her parents shared. She sat Abby down at the vanity and began to slowly work with her hair, then applied a thin layer of makeup. Finally she stepped away and signed. "Look now. A beautiful princess."

Abby stared at the image that looked back at her. It was her but prettier. She smiled and looked up at her mother. "Teach me how to do that?"

"I'll teach you but you can't wear make up to school." Her mother smiled softly, hugging her daughter. "But as you get oder, you'll find your own style and you'll be so glad you inherited you're daddy's height."

"You think?" Abby asked as she glanced again at the mirror.

"I know." Her mother smiled and left the room, leaving Abby to look at herself in a whole new light.

Abby Scuito
NCIS
Word Count: 469

You told him what?

2006-07-08T16:27:42Z

(Topic--What is the lamest excuse you've ever given for something you've done?)

"You told Gibbs what?" McGee looked at Abby with wide eyes of disbelief.

"Well, I hadn't had time to fix his computer yet." She shrugged and continued looking into the microscope. "You know how Gibbs is with computers."

"Yeah, well, come on Abby. He may not know anything about computers but is he really that.....stupid?"

"McGee." Abby straightened and looked at McGee with a twinkle in her eyes. "Gibbs believes anything I tell him when it comes to electronic."

"But that's an old joke....it was never meant to be taken seriously."

"He took it seriously." She moved and began to shuffle through several files. "I don't know what your problem is. It won't hurt him to be without his computer a while longer. I mean come on, what does he really do on it?"

"But you lied to Gibbs."

"I didn't lie to Gibbs. I just failed to tell him the whole truth." She threw up her hands and walked past McGee, still in search of something. "I know I left the Taylor file somewhere." McGee picked it up and handed it too her. "Thanks McGee." She grinned and went back to the microscope.

"Abs." Gibbs walked in, frowning at McGee. "Don't you have something you need to be working on?"

"Yes Boss, sorry Boss." McGee rushed out of the room.

"Any news on when you'll be getting that magic smoke for my computer?"  Gibbs asked Abby.

"Should be in at the end of the day Gibbs." She smiled and leaned against the desk. "Your computer should be up and running by tomorrow. " She added as she turned around and began working again. "Next time, don't let those guys in IT open the case. They always let the magic smoke out and then wonder wny they can't get the computer to work."

"Okay." Gibbs started out again. "Next time I call you."

"You do that Gibbs." Abby grinned and went back to work.

Abby Scuito
NCIS
Word Count:: 324

My Retreat

2006-06-20T15:49:31Z

I used to retreat from the world in my coffin. I would just dissappear for hours at a time, no phone, no lights, no nothing. But recently, due to situations beyond my control, I have discovered a place where I can be me, totally me. I don't have to put on my work face or my public face. I can be as weak or as silly as I want and no one will judge me for it.

Gibb's basement.

See recently I had to be spirited away for my own safety. I needed to be looked after while my stalker was being caught and put away. I tried McGee's place but he found me and I had to fight to keep him from.....well I really don't know what he would have done to me if he had caught me. He said he wouldn't hurt me but I didn't believe him.

So Gibbs suggested I stay with him. I didn't want to at first but once I got there and we sat in the basement, just talking for a while....well I felt like I could just let go and be me.

After Gibbs when upstairs I stayed and found me a bottle of something. I'm not sure what it was, but boy did it have a kick. I remember, vaguely drinking most of it before Gibbs came back downstairs to check on me. Would you believe I had a bottle in one hand and some kind of tool in the other and I was messing with his boat. Now had I been sober, I would have been terrified to have him catching me even touching that thing, much less doing whatever I was in my stated of mind.

Gibbs let me cry, scream and even guided my hand with that, I think it was a sander, without getting angry at all.   Even when I accidently broke something on it, he just continued to talk to me gently and promise me I would be okay. He kept that promise.

I have wonderful feelings about that basement and hope Gibbs will let me come back when I'm not in danger, just to hang out and talk again.

Abby Scuito
Navy NCIS
Word Count: 364

Swiped from Xander

2006-06-17T20:11:22Z

So Cool......

What kind of Sixties Person are you?

You are a Radical. Right on!
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misscoldember99 @ 2006-06-12T00:28:00

2006-06-12T05:28:52Z

You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer

Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.
And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.
Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...
Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?