*does the Awkward White Kid dance move*
Woot! Wow, two ID's in HOF....that might be a record!
Yep, it's a record all right! Ratchie has two IDs, the Smiths and the Khalids. And Rhoxi will soon be with her, with her two Dojo dynasties. I'd be honoured to be in such company!
I am dancing for joy with you. Specifically, I'm doing the smustle dance. You're welcome! ;=)
Yay! I love the smustle! Thanks, Pip!
*While dancing knocks over table* I DON'T CARE! Yay.
Bow, chicka bow, wow. *chicken dance to the max*
Congrats, this is great news 
Thanks, Pugster, Saltpastillen, this is a lot of fun!
See, those challenge folks aren't not as evil as some might think. 
That's great news!
In all seriousness, Trip, I've always found the challenge team to be very helpful, considerate and fair. Rica was a huge help to me in finishing the Fellowship Dynasty, and the team have always answered any questions quickly and given me very good advice.
That being said, I'm so happy they've given me the green light on this. I would have finished it anyway, but it's fantastic to be able to shoot for HOF again!
And it's update time!
Chapter Twenty-Three - Truth and Consequences"All right, where do you reckon we are now?" Gytha asked.
"Hang on," Tia said, scrabbling through her notes. "Okay, this is what I've got. Gyth, you need one more op and one more level in your career. You're halfway through level nine of cooking, so that shouldn't be a problem, you should finish on your birthday."
The witch nodded. "Arlo won't be showin' up again?" she asked.
"Not if I can help it," Tia sighed. "He got so weird at the end. I still want to know what happened with you and him."
Gytha shrugged. "Married folk stuff."
"Speaking of that," Jareth interjected, "is Jamie on his way?"
"I hope so," Tia said. "We lost one of the replicators in all the confusion and while we've got life fruit to spare, we ran out of deathfish."
"We've done our bit," Mag said, resting a hand on her baby bump. "I'm eating apples until I can't stand the sight of them."
"Erik, you lost all your career progress, so you have to start back at the beginning." Tia said, waving the clipboard. "Luckily, Mike the Simbot is still listed as your kid..."
"Wait, what about Caleb?" Gytha asked. "I liked the boy."
"He disappeared a while ago, and was replaced by Theresa." Jareth said.
"Who also disappeared, and then Erik built Mike." Mag said. "Try to keep up."
"I can barely keep up, and I've been writing it all down," Tia sighed. "It's been a confusing week. So Gytha is about to become immortal..."
"Again." Jareth remarked.
"And the rest of us are getting back to work. Everyone ready?" Tia asked. There were sighs and nods from the group. "Good. Take your places, and let's go!"
Gytha got a phone call the next morning to do some "Tough Negotiating" down at the police station. Then she whipped round to Flying V's and got her last promotion.
"Well done!" Mag congratulated her, with a subtle eyelash flutter.
"So, I think I'm retirin' now," Gytha said, feeling Mag's tummy. "I've got the strangest suspicion..."
After her birthday sparkles, Jareth did up her artwork and Tia hung it in the museum. Gytha was just about to replicate her ambrosia when a scream rent the air.
"Gytha! The baby's coming!" Erik shrieked, dancing about the living room. "Shouldn't we get her to the hospital."
Mag was actually very calm about things. "I'm fine with Gytha," she said, between contractions. "She delivered you all by herself."
Erik wasn't convinced.
"Go build something," Gytha told him, shooing him out of the room. "You're just in the way here."
Jareth took one look at Mag's baby and pulled out his phone, fuming.
Sarah picked it up on the second ring. "Jareth, wait, I'm putting you on speaker," she said, nodding to the group in her front room.
"This is not Jamie," he began, but Sarah cut him off.
"Jareth, we had to. This is all your fault. While you've been playing house, we've had developments here," she said forcefully. "And if you hadn't forced Erik to bring Mag over, it might not have gotten so bad." A huddled figure in the corner shuddered.
"Sorry about this, old chap," James said with a faint smile.
"You and I are going to have words, sirrah!" Jareth exploded. "Why have you sent..."
"With Mag gone, and Susan on business, there's been no one to keep a close eye on Shilo. Without her godmother and governess, she's been a little out of control. This meant that Nathan had to spend more time chasing her down, which meant he couldn't spend that time with Sweeney. Are you following me?"
"Yes, but..." He stopped and his jaw dropped as Gytha entered the room.
"Sweeney, without Nathan's influence, reverted to his homicidal ways," James continued. "And he started doing what he does best, which is terrorize Legolas..."
"Why didn't the blasted elf just hide in the woods the way he usually does?" Jareth asked, looking intently at the bundle Gytha held.
"Because that Hobbit movie opened and he's being affected by it. He's not our genial, happy go lucky elf anymore." Christine put in. "He's a bloody stroppy teenager again, and he's been hunting down Mr Todd at every opportunity."
"So you sent the stroppy teenage elf to
me." Jareth said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "That's a pretty underhanded thing to do..."
"If Mag were here..." Sarah started again.
"Fine, fine," Jareth conceded. "What about the other one?"
"Other one?" Sarah asked, puzzled.
"Gytha's just come in with Loki." The baby waved and giggled at him. "What did I do to deserve him?"
"I haven't a clue," Sarah told him.
"You'll have to wait until he can talk to ask him, I guess."
"Arlo?" Mag asked. "Did you leave the stereo on the kids channel
on purpose?"
