Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in LadyStarlight's LiveJournal:

Monday, July 7th, 2003
2:32 pm	Gods Playing Poker, or I Was Completely Mad To Love You None of the relationships (het or slash) portrayed are accurate. We would be shocked & horrified if they were. Except in a couple cases, where we'd be very intrigued and would appreciate photos emailed to ladystarlight_98@yahoo.com. The exceptions know who they are...the rest of you will face lawsuits if you mail in those photos. By the way, take note of the new icon. It contains the pictures of several posters on the board. We have others, with other posters, and will occasionally change the icon around. So check back on occasion to see the fearsome visages of your compatriots in the ATPo mansion [It is evening at the ATPoBtVS Mansion. The naked poolside frolics and drunken debauchery are done for the day -- mainly because Caroline, JBone and O’Cailleagh have finally gone home, leaving the fifty or so other guests a little disappointed, but also a little relieved that they didn’t have to be constantly on guard against being goosed by the aforementioned naked, drunken frolickers. Upstairs, in a dark, smoky room, a small group of posters have settled in for a poker game. They sit around a hexagonal green felt-covered poker table, illuminated by a ‘Drink Budweiser Plasma -- the King of Lite Blood' pool table lamp. On one side, mamcu sits hunched over her bourbon, her cards drooping in her hand. Next to her, Rob holds his cards closely while surreptitiously glancing over at mamcu, trying to see down her shirt. To Rob's left is oceloty, sitting on an L.A. and a San Francisco phone book so she can rest her elbows on the table. She seems inordinately happy, a fact that probably has some relation to the huge pile of chips on the table in front of her. Or maybe the joint smoldering in the ashtray next to her. Moving along, we see Anneth, bright-eyed and fuzzy-tailed. Literally, since she appears to be wearing mirrored glasses and a bunny suit. On Anneth's left is a curious figure. Though obviously generally female, her features keep morphing into various expressions that resemble nothing so much as a series of highly perverse Japanese Noh masks that are definitely not part of the traditional collection. The name embroidered on her bowling shirt in painfully hot pink thread identifies her as ‘WickedBuffy, et al’. Finally, we see a cheerfully drunk Tchaikovsky with a pint of bitter in one hand (though we have no clue as to where the hell he got a 'bitter' in the States, or even what the hell a 'bitter' is. We suspect it’s a uniquely British form of self-abuse) In the other, he holds several cards – with the female cards facing the wrong way.] [They are in the middle of a game. The backs of the cards are decorated with Photoshopped fake nudes of several cast members from both AtS and BtVS. If one looks closely, one can see a “Copyright, d’Herblay, 2002” at the bottom of most of the pictures. The only exceptions are the Spike one, which has “Copyright, Lunasea, 2003” on it, the Andrew one, which has “Copyright, Giles, 2003” on it, and the Jonathan one, which has “Copyright, Rob, 2001.” A keg of Black Frost sits over near Anneth, while an autographed picture of Masq herself sits next to oce’s pile of chips. A poster of almost-nekkid KdS in a crucifixion pose, wearing nothing but a carefully positioned Orb of Thesula on a string and a look of long-suffering dominates a nearby wall behind Tchaikovsky. The exit is bracket by a pair of garish marble statues of Poseidonia, one in a classic Venus of the Foam posture, the other in a pose suspiciously reminiscent of Michael Jackson doing a moonwalk circa The Chemically-Balanced Years. Someone (we’re looking at you, Bit!) even put a glittery glove on the one ‘free’ hand.] ( Read more... ) Current Mood: naughty (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 26th, 2003
7:50 am	Send in the Clones, or, Never Rent Out Your Lair None of the relationships (het or slash) portrayed are accurate. We would be shocked & horrified if they were. Except in a couple cases, where we'd be very intrigued and would appreciate photos emailed to ladystarlight_98@yahoo.com. The exceptions know who they are...the rest of you will face lawsuits if you mail in those photos. Our scene opens in the velvet swagged lair of LadyStarlight. She can be seen arguing with Honorificus beside NekkidCrucifixion Spike. Evil Clone, dressed in what looks at first like a really snazzy black leather suit, but at second glance turns out to be a shiny polyester leisure suit from the 70's, is making his way towards the two of them. Around the room, several, um, entities are in loud, obnoxious conversations with each other. Most of them look like they would just as soon be devouring something starting from the bottom. A few of them, judging from the unspeakable things they are doing with their mouths, already are. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: accomplished (35 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 15th, 2003
12:58 pm	Chitlings are Pig Guts, or, With Eleven You Get … Not a Hell of a Lot, Actually None of the relationships (het or slash) portrayed are accurate. We would be shocked & horrified if they were. Except in a couple cases, where we'd be very intrigued and would appreciate photos emailed to ladystarlight_98@yahoo.com. The exceptions know who they are...the rest of you will face lawsuits if you mail in those photos. Our scene opens on a very large room. Swags of lush peach velvet are everywhere, almost obscuring the marble caryatids holding up the ceiling, which, we are shamed to admit, features the shower scene Angel from 'Rm w/a Vu' and many poses of Nekkid!Spike ™. The back wall is dominated by Spike in his Crucifixion pose from Restless, only nekkid without even a loincloth. In the right light, the inscription 'lunasea hearts Spike' chipped onto the plinth of Nekkid!CrucifixionSpike is just barely visible. To continue the NekkidSpike™ theme that seems to be developing, a NekkidSpikeBot stands in the corner. If one looks closely, one will notice that he has a permanent smile on his face as he stands at attention. Yet another piece of peach velvet is draped haphazardly over it. Obviously, someone was trying to tidy up for visitors. And the theme just keeps on getting themy-er as we see a velvet painting of Spike between two of the swags. It's one of those in the style of the large-eyed children that were popular in the sixties – this time, he's got the tweed suit from Tabula Rasa on. Right beside TweedSpike, a Singing Clem wall hanging covers a discreet collection of the best slash fic out there. Send $19.95 to gotslash?@imsobroke.com and all your slash needs will be taken care of. Except Gavin/Gunn, cos Bit thinks that's ishy. It's gloriously over the top, is what we're trying to say, people. Go with it. LadyS is sprawled on a grey velvet fainting couch, tapping away at a state-of-the-art laptop, a smirk plastered across her face, one marabou-tipped slipper dangling from her foot. Random fights his way through one of the velvet swags, guarding a plate of 'food' from contact with the fabric. Once he's through, he looks around and says… ( Read more... ) Current Mood: bouncy (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 11th, 2003
8:14 am	The Best Little Trollop-House in Voyland, or, Three Authors in Search of Character None of the relationships (het or slash) portrayed are accurate. We would be shocked & horrified if they were. Except in a couple cases, where we'd be very intrigued and would appreciate photos emailed to ladystarlight_98@yahoo.com. The exceptions know who they are...the rest of you will face lawsuits if you mail in those photos. ***Warning: Vague and somewhat odd spoilers for AtS 4.22 (Home) -- proceed at your own risk, we toldja so, blah diddy blah blah*** </p> Finn Mac Cool smiles with utter innocence as he leads the gentle, trusting Masq into the spice-redolent room. The walls are lined in red-velvet shag carpeting. A massive painting of Nostradamus in a heart-shaped frame hangs over the bed, gazing magisterially down at the room. Flickering portals light up the walls; there are brass name plates engraved with destinations like "The Spoiler Slayer" and "Cross & Stake" above each one. Rufus flicks her hand regally in the direction of the door, and Finn backs out, bowing deeply with every backwards shuffle. As he bows, his scapula dangles downwards, and he makes the sign of the cross. Finally, he reaches the door and spins around, dashing out again. As the door slams behind him, Rufus smiles. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: giddy (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 2nd, 2003
12:31 pm	Just Another Tuesday Night at Home </p> None of the relationships (het or slash) portrayed are accurate. We would be shocked & horrified if they were. Except in a couple cases, where we'd be very intrigued and would appreciate photos emailed to ladystarlight_98@yahoo.com. The exceptions know who they are...the rest of you will face lawsuits if you mail in those photos. The curtain rises on HonorH's tastefully decorated mental apartment…if one overlooks the piles of entrails and grinning skulls on Honorificus' side, that is. HonorH is gazing thoughtfully at herself in the bathroom mirror as Honorificus roots absently through the linen closet. What she is looking for, we have no idea. We think she might be bored. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: devious (8 Comments |Comment on this)
11:58 am	Do You Pom Pom What I Pom Pom? or "Say It With Flowers" </p> None of the relationships (het or slash) portrayed are accurate. We would be shocked & horrified if they were. Except in a couple cases, where we'd be very intrigued and would appreciate photos emailed to ladystarlight_98@yahoo.com. The exceptions know who they are...the rest of you will face lawsuits if you mail in those photos. In a dark dank room at the back of a small Indonesian restaurant, Sol and Rob sit huddled over a worn copy of The Watcher's Diaries, Vol. 1. Rob glows even in this dimness, while Sol glowers, muttering something beneath his breath as she stares at Rob's cheerful grin... ( Read more... ) Current Mood: naughty (3 Comments |Comment on this)
11:46 am	An explanation, we hope. One posting-board, without much dignity, In the world of Voy where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where incivil words make some posts obscene From forth the fateful pens of these two friends A spate of star-crossed lovers spring to life Whose misadventures have been penned Do, with their words, create yet further strife The fearful posting of their death-mark'd love And the continuance of other poster's rage Which, but their snarks, none could remove Is now the purpose of this page The which if you with patient ears attend What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend Current Mood: indescribable (1 Comment |Comment on this)