#emergency cast

[personinthepalace]

Hi! I’m just curious about a random history question—I’m watching through MMNI and noticed that Croydonosaurus is stated to be part of a Sequel Sunday like the Look Out movies, but then Back to the Tutor airs a few days later with no mention of a Croydonosaurus sequel? I was just curious as to whether you (or anyone) remembers what went on with that particular show—was it canceled? Or did it happen but just wasn’t recorded? Thanks!!

Yes I do remember! The sequel was cancelled bc someone in the mmni team tested positive for covid in btwn shows. Literally 30 mins before the show started, Jonathan Sayer told the Zoom panel that the sequel show was cancelled. This message was later sent to everyone who bought a ticket for that show:

And this message was posted on their social media:

The next weekend, they had a whole new cast on. The emergency cast consisted of Dave Hearn, Lauren Shearing, Bryony Corrigan, Ellie Morris, Laura Kirman, and Matt Cavendish. Dave and Lauren were already listed as part of the summer cast but Dave had only done 2 shows up to this point while Lauren hadn’t done any yet that summer. Ellie was pulled from tptgw west end, Laura from tptgw uk tour (if I’m remembering correctly), and Matt from Groan Ups uk tour. Jon remained as Oscar.

Hope this helps clear things up anon! It was truly a wild time, but the Mischief community was very kind and supportive through it all!

What do you mean that mmni was two years ago?!?

[starstruckfangirlsposts]

Happy 79th Birthday to Randolph Mantooth, Aka: Johnny Gage, from the TV series Emergency! 🎂🎉🎁

Randolph Mantooth, born on 9/19/1945

[whippersnappersbookworm]

Bhai the meltdown of the "hindublr" is so funny 😂. Now they are suddenly realising that casteism is huge issue in India. Just few months ago , they were screaming at the top of their voice going on and on about how Casteism was a very practical practice and it doesn't exist in India or the realm of Hinduism. I am loving this 180 degree palat . I mean this is so ironic , iconic and funny 😂😂.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Jack au where he's a psychic who can commune with ghosts. Almost every major character from Supernatural is a ghost. Including Sam Dean and Cas. This would serve these major tennants of his relationships:

Isolated. The people Jack spends the majority of his time with are NOT part of the normal world. Sam, Dean, Cas and Mary live in a bunker and don't know how to be people. The AU hunters are literally from another world. His mom is dead. Kaia is split between realms. The only Real people he knows well are his young adult nerd friends and arguably Harper. You don't want 1/4 of your tie to reality to be a witch who wants to be Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale as her life's aspiration. That's no way to live!

Intangible. Because of Jack's immense power, he is, in a sense, untouchable. He is stopped when people hug him or push him or shoot him because he chooses to stop. There is a veil between him and them. There is also a scarcity of common ground. There is nothing else out there like him. Dean might stomp and bark and howl but, ultimately, what can he do to Jack physically? Nothing. The only power the ghosts have is emotional and social. Imagine being outcasted by the ghosts who can only see you and each other. Ouch!

Fleeting. Everyone he cares for is doomed to die. This happens even before he's born with Cas and Kelly and Mary, but also throughout his life. He both has long strings of tragedy in short periods AND he's immortal and worries about it. Loss and loniness are inevitable for him on a massive scale. Cas might claim that he'll be there with him but he dies like twice a year at least. Picture ghost!Cas midway through a reassuring speech that he's always going to be there with him fading out into the veil mid-sentence.

Guilt-ridden. Life is wasted on the living, isn't it? Youth is wasted on the young. He's got dozens of ghosts needing him to live in the way they want him to so they can feel alive again, and he's not capable of being that (literal) lifeline. He needs to learn how to say no and stick to it. He needs to learn how to live with the fact that he has to disappoint people to live well sometimes. He has to engage with the living, because the dead are going to kill him if he hangs on to them too long.

So if someone could write this devestating yet beautiful 25k+ fic for me that'd be really swell.

[brother-emperors]

THE BROTHERS SFORZA

augh. there sure is a lot going on between them. tfw you know your older brother is wary of you so you have to navigate that fine line of proving you're useful, but not dangerously so. tfw your younger brother has the potential to be a knife in your back, but he's your brother. don't think too hard about what happened with the galeazzo. unfortunately, you're both visconti as well as sforza, and the visconti were prone to conspiracy. fucking RIP.

this definitely won't be upsetting years down the line when ascanio is near death and ludovico will be desperate to figure out how to bring his brother's body back to milan so ascanio can be interred in the same place as ludovico's recently deceased wife, beatrice d'este, and where ludovico himself has been haunting in a perpetual state of grief.

& the background of the first panel are public domain scans of two cards out of the visconti-sforza tarot deck.

Ascanio Maria Sforza: la parabola politica di un cardinale-principe del Rinascimento, Marco Pellegrini

[redladydeath]

You know, for all the Six chaos we’ve had and will continue to have far into the future, it’s kind of a shame how we’ll never again reach the heights of absolute batshit insanity that was Toby Parrlow

[the-punforgiven]

I know there's that whole stereotype of DMs and PCs hating each other or whatever but to be 100% honest the most joy I get out of D&D is when my players come up with some absolutely crazy batshit idea that should be absolutely impossible rules as written because as the DM I can choose to ignore that dumb nerd shit and just say "That sounds fucking rad dude, I'm giving you inspiration for that idea, now make an Acrobatics check."

[blujaydoodles]

I can't remember whether I ever posted this guy? Drex 'Pooka' Berenockt is Melliwyk's homunculus servant, because she may already have two familiars and the tiny servant and unseen servant spells but none of those things have hands and an intelligence higher than 2. he has wings modeled after an earwig's origami'd into a back panel and he curls down into a sphere when he's deactivated. he is also A Leetol Guy and I love him 😌

[discjude]

Hello I'm a bit behind on Soman's Substack blog but I just wanted to make you all aware of this

im sorry. im so sorry. rupaul. are you meaning to TELL ME we could've had RuFal. What.

[b4kuch1n]

I lied I think it’s fun to draw animals sometimes

[ntls-24722]

new skinny djmm lore. the rest of the pizzaplex cast are regular, possibly particularly sexy humans. Skinny DJMM is the only one that looks like that and obviously there will be an extreme focus on him

this is specifically mainly to spite the irritatingly and weirdly common thing i see in security breach comics/reinterpretations where they will keep every animatronic exactly the same but Ah! Ah! DJMM, only DJMM, always DJMM, is actually an Android/Human because that pesky giant spider form was too energy consuming/scary/something something, or literally just because

[benjitoum]

Some of you might remember the TV show "Emergency!" I am too young to have watched it originally when it was on in the 70s but I discovered it later. Paramedic Johnnie Gage, played by Randolph Mantooth, was one of the sexiest characters on TV, played by one of the sexiest men in the world at that time. He broke a couple legs during the run of the show. Roy DeSoto, his fellow paramedic played by Kevin Tighe, never managed to get hurt much. It was always Johnnie who ended up in the wheelchair.

[loxare]

A game I've been playing in early access for the past half year, Immortal Life, came out fully wednesday, and I love it so much and think that everyone should play it. Anyways I wrote a thing

Mu Xia hummed as she carefully placed the plate of dumplings in her basket. They were a new recipe, pork and chive, and she really hoped her shijie liked them.

Carefully balancing her basket on her arm, pushing aside the kitchen curtain with the ease of long practice, she nearly dropped everything when Ji Yaohua’s voice called out, “Mu-shimei! I was just speaking to your mother about importing things for the inn. She told me to ask you about anything you needed for the kitchen.”

Basket balanced once again, Mu Xia smiled. “Oh course, Ji-shijie, thank you. It will be our usual list, but could you see if you can get more of the chives? If these turn out, I think they’ll be a hit with the customers.”

Yaohua leaned in, curious. “What are they? They smell good.”

“Pork and chive dumplings! I have some extra in the back if you want, but these are for Shijie!” In this context, there could only be one Shijie. The farmer of the Misty Valley was the reason she was even a part of Guiyun Sect after all.

Li Mengqing appeared from around the corner, summoned by the call of a new food to try. “I’ll get them! Just on the serving table?” Not waiting for an answer, she slipped into the kitchen.

“What’s the occasion?” Yaohua’s eyes narrowed slightly. “If it’s her birthday you have to tell me. She refuses to say.”

That sounded like Shijie. “No, not at all. I just haven’t seen her in a few days, so I wanted to check on her and make sure she was eating well.”

A strange look crossed Yaohua’s face. It looked pained, but also glum and mischievous for some reason. “I see. I think she’ll enjoy those a lot. Say hi for me.”

“I will!” Ji Yaohua’s strange moods wouldn’t deter Mu Xia. “See you later Ji-shijie, Li-shimei!”

After Mu Xia was gone, Mengqing came out and passed Yaohua a dumpling. “Ji-shijie. If Shijie hasn’t been seen in a few days...”

“Yes.” Yaohua took a bite of the dumpling. It was very good indeed. She’d have to research where to obtain chive seeds. The Misty Valley could support nearly any kind of plant in its soil, so it was just a matter of sourcing. And having Shijie grow them would be much cheaper in the long run than importing chives. As for Mu Xia... “She’d have to find out sometime. Besides, if it’s been a few days, Shijie could probably use the food.”

“Hm. True.” Mengqing ate another dumpling. “Hey, do you think it’s possible to make a red bean dumpling?”

She’d never had a sweet dumpling before. “I’m sure you can convince Mu-shimei to try.”

The walk to the Misty Valley was pleasant. The weather was warm, and a bit breezy. There was rain on the horizon, but it wouldn’t hit until tonight. She spoke briefly to Zhou Qian’er about the day’s catch, and to Chen Yuanzhou about fishing her up a few puffer fish for an upcoming banquet.

The Misty Valley hummed with power as it always did. She could almost see the crops growing as they absorbed the spiritual energy, cycling it and sending it back into the earth, stronger. That was one of the things that had surprised her, after she’d started cultivating. Mu Xia had been to the Misty Valley before, usually on her way to the Sunset Forest to pick scarlet sage, but never before had she been able to see the energy she had always felt in the place. It had always felt alive to her, vibrant in ways that she hadn’t been able to comprehend. It was no wonder that Shijie was so strong, if this was where she lived, worked, cultivated.

Speaking of. “Shijie? Are you here?” She checked both fields, poked her head into the Blessed Land, knocked on the door of the freshly renovated house. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Then, suddenly, a flash of light. The same as the others when they teleported somewhere else. Mu Xia couldn’t wait to learn that technique. “Shijie, you’re home! I brought- ” She stopped short.

It... was Shijie. She could tell. But the usual flowing robes and perfectly styled hair were in horrible disarray, and covered in... substances. Mud was the least egregious of the substances, but Mu Xia could also see some sort of green-grey plant sap that smelled horrible, more green goop, and blood (?!) in various shades and consistencies. “Shijie?!”

Instead of asking for help or something, Shijie wobbled and mumbled, “whatimezit?”

“I...” Mu Xia checked the position of the sun. “Almost dusk.”

“Mmm,” Shijie nodded. “Worms.”

And she teetered off, in the direction of her silkworm hut. Mu Xia followed helplessly. As Shijie pulled a large bundle of mulberry leaves from her storage ring, Mu Xia asked, “Shijie, are you alright?”

Shijie nodded again. “Jss tired. Still got,” she paused, trying to visibly count up her remaining tasks.

That wouldn’t do at all! “No, you’ve got nothing to do until you’re cleaned up and rested!” Mu Xia spread the rest of the leaves over the worms, grabbing Shijie’s arm and pulling her towards the house.

Shijie pulled away before they could enter, detouring to the waterfall. To Mu Xia’s shock, she stood under it for a few minutes, allowing the water to wash away the substances. Then she stripped her clothes off, replacing them with a clean, dry set from her ring, while Mu Xia went “Eep!” and turned around.

Finally, Shijie sat down at her table, Mu Xia across from her. The waterfall had woken her up enough to speak in full sentences, so when Mu Xia set down the basket and opened the lid, her eyes lit up and she said, “Dumplings! Thank you Mu-shimei, I was starting to get hungry.”

“Aren’t you capable of inedia?” It wasn’t healthy, to survive on inedia for too long, but at the very least it prevented the feeling of hunger. Shijie didn't usually rely on it, but it was useful when she went to the secret realms and didn't want to fill up her storage rings with food.

Shijie made a noise of affirmation and swallowed her dumpling. “Yeah, but not for more than a few days. Maybe once I hit Core, but not yet.”

Mu Xia subtly pushed the plate closer. “What were you doing anyways?”

“I needed more golden disks. I used them all up learning spells, which means I don’t have enough for research and development, or to upgrade my axe.” Shijie ate another dumpling. Jin Li crept off of his nest and sniffed at one, then wrinkled his nose. “If I can do that, I can get past those ironwood tree roots that are blocking the path to the eastern forest, see if I can find out what’s in there. Maybe there’s a great treasure that we can use to rebuild the sect.” She looked critically at the half of a dumpling she was holding. “Do you think I can get seeds for chives? I’d like some more aromatics to work with, and these are good. Do you have the recipe?”

Mu Xia nodded. “I finished developing it today. If you liked them, I was going to introduce them to the inn menu.” Shijie had very good taste. If she liked something, odds were it would do well with many customers.

“The usual arrangement then.” Ingredients, to repay the time Mu Xia spent developing her recipe, and to thank her for her generosity. “Assuming I can get chive seeds in.”

“If you can, I’ll see about getting more recipes with them in.” Mu Xia fidgeted with her sleeve. “Shijie, is that. Is that how you usually look when you leave town for a few days?”

Shijie huffed, offended. “I wasn’t gone for a few days, I have to be back every day to feed the worms. They’re very important Mu-shimei.”

“Of course,” she said, conciliatory. “But why didn’t I see you yesterday then?”

A long moment of silence. Shijie was more awake, but still not to her usual calibre, it seemed, as it was taking her a minute to think that through. “Oh, I guess I did feed them at 3 in the morning yesterday. And the day before. And then it was straight back to the desert.”

“Shijie! How long has it been since you slept?” Another long pause, that Mu Xia didn’t let her finish. “Go to bed! Right now!”

“But I have to sweep the forest for flowers, and then I have to schedule some classes for tomorrow, and I need more krill so I have to fish some of those up tonight, and having more pearl dust is always useful and -”

“Go to bed!”

It took another few minutes of corralling her, but eventually Shijie was laying in her bed, Jin Li curled smugly on her chest, preventing her form moving. In just a few seconds, she was asleep.

Mu Xia breathed a sigh of relief. Then she got out her paper crane talisman. Shijie did so much for them. They could do a few things for her, at least for tonight.

[reagan-calamity]

edit: hooray here’s an extra sleepy mk doodle and a whimsical emma + a mathy scary girl doodle

[rennybu]

yaaayy we found him yayyaayay (wip <3!!!) (it’s tzipporah! it’s @jawsandbones guy!)

[bibvck]

i have to be honest (read: a little negative) for a second. i am a little worried about the direction of the show moving forward. not even storyline-wise, but quality-wise. i enjoyed s7 a lot but it was quite messy at times. and i don't think the final episode lived up to hype at all. i think they were being far too ambitious with such a short season. like i'm not sure we've ever been aware of them cutting so much content. not just everything with the wedding episode, but scenes towards the end of the season that actually help make sense of the plot, character and story-driven scenes that we will never ever see. it seems like such poor planning. they knew the season was shorter. they know each ep is only 40-something minutes. why are we trying to do so much?

the cut content bothers me. this need they have to try and outdo themselves with the big emergencies every season bothers me. the fact that both the s6 and 7 finales missed the mark bothers me. in both cases there were absolutely outside forces that affected the outcome -- fox + cancellation + the shorter/rushed/chaotic nature of this season. but it's more than that. the Big Thing the finale is meant to focus on is over so quickly. all of the emotions that we feel should be connected to the event are ignored or passed over so quickly. and all the copaganda... the pirates in the cruise and the cartel with the grant-nash housefire. these are all just bad. why is the cartel even here? why did we need that?

my only hope is that s8 takes a step back into how the show used to be. let storylines and characters breathe. dial it back on the big emergencies. be a little silly. be ridiculous, even, but shark-on-the-freeway ridiculous. not like this. we don't need or want you to go bigger, actually.