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Experiment #209: An Unusual Satellite Tale - PHASE THE FIRST

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 19:44:34 GMT

EXPERIMENT #209: AN UNUSUAL SATELLITE TALE
AUTHOR: mith_maulin aka piig
PAIRING: Joel/Mike
RATING: M thus far
SUMMARY: Pearl's hypothesis: if there's one thing worse than being stranded in space alone, it's being stranded in space with one other person.
DISCLAIMER: MST3K is property of the geniuses at Best Brains. Bless 'em.
WARNINGS: Gratuitous hyphen use; references to erections; offscreen Mike!turbation; bot violence; spontaneous sketch; relentless unresolved sexual tension; overuse of late 90s/early 2000s fanfiction tropes.

NOTES: An alternate title for this actually is "One Room Left: A Tribute to Fanfiction Tropes of the Early 2000s." What can I say -- I'm a sucker for some fic staples.

This thing's heavy on show-references; I hope they don't bog it down. The biggest one is the host segment from Operation Double 007, where Joel thinks he's a Bond villain, found HERE on youtube. The other is the 10th season episode Soultaker, where Joel visits the SoL to fix the bugs Dr. Forrester built in, but I assume any Joike enthusiast would already be familiar with that one.

Oh yes, and the British show Pearl refers to is Red Dwarf, in particular the episode where Kryten, Cat and Lister are trapped in quarantine.

Enjoy!

EXPERIMENT #209: AN UNUSUAL SATELLITE TALE

Phase the First:
THE TEMP AND THE GIZMOCRAT

Mike Nelson tapped the commercial sign button. He did it like a man. Once that button was thoroughly pressed, he folded his arms and nodded. Way to go. That button knew now who was boss.

The commercials played on the Hexfield-2 on the wall opposite the desk, the same viewscreen Pearl communicated through. Crow once told him that, in the very beginning, the Mads made Joel go to the theater to watch commercials. That lasted until Servo ordered five dozen sets of Bis Daniels professional-grade cookware and somehow charged them to Dr. Forrester's credit card. They decided then that maybe inundating the subjects with BUY-NOW commands was not the best idea.

Mike paced to the window to wave at Joel's ship as it left. The bots shuffled after him, chattering to each other. Mike peered out through the glass – Joel's ship no longer hovered nearby. Nor was it just below their orbit, floating back toward the Earth. In fact, the only sign of the ship was a small flaming speck, way down in the atmosphere. Well, wasn't that weird. Joel sure got down there fast.

But what a guy, that Joel. Mike hadn't recognized him for a second when he first came in, but as soon as the man turned around and flashed the checkered Gizmonics patch and dopey, droop-eyed face, Mike knew his ass was saved. Crow called Joel "The guy who made us," but the truth was, Mike had found records of old movie experiments on Joel. He'd seen what the man could do with mechanics and electronics.

Mike rested his hands on his hips and peered down at the plummeting ship. "Sure go out of here in a hurry, didn't he?"

Tom Servo hovered by his shoulder. "Hm, yeah. Hey, do you think his ship is supposed to leave behind bits of hits hull?"

"What?" Mike squinted. The ship was indeed trailing bits and pieces of itself, and as they watched, it exploded like a firework.

The bots screamed and clung to each other. "Joel! Joel's dead! Waaah!" Over Crow's wailing, Servo added, "And he still owes me five bucks!"

The door behind the desk whooshed open and in stepped Joel Robinson, unexploded and looking puzzled. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Hey, did you guys move my ship or something? It's not where I left it."

The bots rushed over to him and attached to his sides. "Joel! Yay!"

Crow yelled, "You're not exploded!"

Servo bumped his head against Joel's shoulder. "Hey, you got five bucks on you?"

Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "Wow. Hey, I hate to tell you, but we just saw your ship go down and explode in low atmosphere."

Joel flung his hands in the air. "You've gotta be kidding me." On the table, the Answer Call light began to flash. Joel gave it a solid, manly smack, and Pearl appeared on the Hexfield-2, wearing a smug, squinty face. That was never a good sign.

"Joel! I see you've decided to stay awhile." She pressed the tips of her fingers to her mouth in a look of put-on shock. "Oh. I don't suppose it has anything to do with your ship being shot down, does it?"

Joel rolled his eyes. "Man, you did that? Do you know how expensive that thing was to build?"

"Don't know, don't care." Pearl gave them a sweet smile. "Why don't I write you a check for it, and leave it at your Hot Fish Shop for when you get back? Which should be in approximately—" She glanced at her wrist. "—Mmm, oh, never."

Joel put his hand on Crow's shoulder. "Man, she even meaner than Dr. Forrester."

"Yeah," said Crow. "Now we know where he got it from."

Pearl stroked her chin and looked at the ceiling. "You see, your arrival up there had provided me with an opportunity to conduct another, even madder experiment, along with these soul-withering movies. I got the idea from a British show about another set of morons marooned in space." She pointed at the screen. "If being isolated in space hasn't driven you insane yet, what about being isolated in space with one other person, minimal privacy, and a constant assault of skull-burstingly bad movies?" She cackled. "Nothing drives people insane quite like being locked up with each other."

Mike shook his head. "Well hey. Both Joel and I have been locked up here with other people, I mean if you count the bots. We've all managed to keep it together and not kill each other."

"Oh?" Pearl raised an eyebrow. She nodded toward the bots.

The bubble portion of Servo's head was missing, and a large kitchen knife was lodged in Crow's shoulder. Crow poked at the now-useless arm below the knife.

Joel spread his arms. "H—what did you guys do?" He scratched he head. "And when? I didn't even see you—"

"Well," said Servo, "Crow lost the cue ball to his billiard set, so he stole my head to replace it. I told him to give it back, but he wouldn't, so I tried to kill him with this Bis Daniels professional-grade boning knife."

"Yeah," said Crow. "And now I've lost the use of my left arm."

Tom Servo chuckled. "Good luck playing pool now."

Joel patted the bots. "Honeys, come on. Here Crow, let me get that for you." He yanked the knife out of the bot and handed it to Mike. "Try and put that somewhere where Servo can't get to it, or a least somewhere that'll take him awhile to get into."

Mike nodded and held onto the knife. Joel sure was taking his re-captivity in stride. What a guy! And the bots actually seemed to calm down and behave in his presence.

On the Hexfield, Pearl burst into maniacal laughter. "See? Those two can't go five minutes without trying to kill each other, and neither will you!" She laced her fingers. "Better start the rock-paper-scissors to see who gets the sleeping quarters. Oh! And when you actually get to killing each other, let me know in advance, so I have tie to find replacement subjects." She wiggled her fingers goodbye, and the Hexfield-2 closed.

Mike stuck his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows at Joel. For a minute they just stared at each other. Joel looked older than he had on the experiment records, and he sported that patch of chin fur again, but he still had the same relaxed slouch, the same half-asleep expression. After hours of watching Joel's between-theater pageants, Mike had nearly memorized the range of looks on that face, from bemused to goofy to that ridiculous, smarmy, one-raised-eyebrow that time Joel thought he was a Bond villain. It was almost weird to see his face in person.

"So," said Mike. "Do you feel like killing me yet?"

"Nah." Joel shook his head. "And you know what? I'm not going to feel like it. And neither are you. We're not giving in to her evil schemes." Joel tapped his finger on the desk. "We're going to show her that two guys can get along and not drive each other crazy when they're stranded on a satellite."

Mike grinned. "Yeah! You and me, man, we'll keep it together." They high-fived.

"Can I still take Servo apart?"

"Can I still stab Crow?"

"Stop it." Joel herded the bots toward their rooms.

Mike tapped his knuckles on Joel's shoulder as he passed. Joel flinched and eyed the spot where Mike had touched him.

"What are we going to do about the sleep quarters?" asked Mike. "We're not actually going to play rock-paper-scissors, are we?"

Joel waved his hand. "No, you know, that's your room now. I can't kick you out of it. I'll stay with Crow or Servo."

The bots looked at each other, then up at Joel. "Yeah," said Crow. "About that."

"What?" Joel slumped. "Oh, come on guys. I came all the way up here to save you and you won't even let me crash in one of your rooms? Tom, can't I just make a mattress out of your underwear collection?"

Servo gasped. "No one treats my underwear collection that way. Not even you, Joel."

Crow pointed at Servo. "You sleep on them all the time."

"But I do it with reverence."

Joel ran his hand through his hair. "Well, what about your room, Crow?"

"Oh uh—" Crow's eyes darted around. "I'm having it… fumigated."

"Fumigated? For what?"

"Humans who snore too loud. And sleep-narrate their dirty dreams."

"All right, all right." Joel shook his head. "I guess I'll sleep under the desk or something."

Mike shook his head. "Nah, nah, nah. Look, sleep-talking or not, I think we kind of owe you for fixing the ship. And you're only stuck here because you cam up to help us." He poked Joel's chest. "You can sleep in my bed."

The bots' mouths dropped open, and Joel's eyebrows crept up. For a second Mike stood there with his arms crossed, wondering what their problem was. Finally it occurred to him.

"No! No." He waved his hands and gave a nervous laugh. "You can take the bed and I'll set up a cot or something. There's gotta be one around here somewhere, 's enough junk."

Joel and the bots relaxed and chuckled. Crow and Servo bobbed off to their rooms and Joel followed Mike to the tiny Experiment Subject quarters. They paused at the water tube for a quick drink; Joel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked at Mike. Mike, for his part, couldn't stop watching the man. It was weird enough, just being in the same room as another flesh-and-blood person. It was weirder noticing he smelled like a new car.

Mike made a nest of extra bedsheets and laundry on the floor, and insisted Joel take the bed. Joel stripped down to his boxers to sleep. He hung his red jumpsuit over the top of the open closet door. And Mike wasn't sure what Crow was talking about with the sleep-talking, but the man sure did snore.

Mike woke up the next morning with sore shoulders and a bad case of morning wood. He was sure he'd been dreaming something filthy, but couldn't recall the specifics. Something about white tube socks? Anyway. Joel was awake and rummaging through something on the other side of the bed. Mike rolled onto his side and waited for things to settle down or Joel to leave.

It wasn't like it was uncommon – the dreams or unprovoked erections. He'd been stuck in the ship for over four years now, and the closest he'd been to a woman was that thirty-second dance with Nuveena, or the hour-or-so sitting next to Brain Guy drinking single malt. Add to that the conviction he never was going to get laid again…

Maybe Joel would need breakfast soon, and leave for the kitchen.

Of course, Mike had no such luck. Instead a blue t-shirt came flying over the bed and landed on his hip. A white t-shirt followed and smacked him in the face. He lifted the shirt just in time to see Joel crawl across the bed.

"Whoops," said Joel. "Sorry about that." He reached for the shirt draped over Mike's hip and scooped it up. His fingers brushed Mike's hipbone and even through the sheets and jumpsuit fabric, the touch made him squirm. Joel grabbed the white shirt off Mike's head and tossed it on the bed. "Have you seen my housecoats? I left a couple behind and I didn't see you wearing them so I thought maybe you put them away with the rest of my stuff."

"I think the bots ran off with them. Servo said something about building a bed canopy."

"Ah." Joel rolled off the bed, stretched and scratched the back of his head. As an afterthought, he gathered up the shirts and shorts and jumpsuits he'd tossed on the bed and shoveled them back into the closet, then slipped out of the room.

Mike counted to two hundred and crept out into the hall. He jogged down to the bathroom and ducked in. Somehow Joel's hand on his hip had made things worse. When he first woke up he figured he could just wait for things to calm down, but now he'd have to take care of it. God, he'd definitely been up here too long if he could get turned on just from a tap on the hip – and from Joel, for heaven's sake. Mike shook his head and peeled off his jumpsuit. He stepped into the shower and cranked on the hot water.

Mike wandered into the main room, clean and damp-haired and considerably more composed. Joel stood at the desk with the bots. He'd put on one of his housecoats over his jumpsuit – an almost offensively shiny red thing with a hood on the back. Mike recognized it from Joel's Bond Villain stage. He snorted.

Joel raised his coffee mug. "Oh hey Mike. You know, Pearl sends you way better coffee than I ever got."

Mike's brow furrowed. He stepped up to the desk and peered into Joel's mug. "Where'd you find that? We've been out of coffee for – well, over a year, I'd say."

Joel squinted at the cup. "It was in the metal can on the counter."

"Gh—Joel!" Tom Servo jumped. "I was growing a man-eating Venus flytrap in that! You didn't disturb the bulb, did you?"

"No." Joel nudged the mug away.

Crow leaned behind Joel and said to Servo. "You know, what worries me is that he liked the taste."

Joel leaned on the desk and smirked. Mike couldn't help but snicker. He half-expected Joel to break out the edible cigar and start swaggering around the room. Joel raised an eyebrow at his snickering. Mike just hummed the Bond villain music Cambot had played over Joel's strutting.

It took him a minute, but Joel got it. He flashed the smarmy, faux-evil grin. He said, "I know."

An inexplicable pang struck Mike's stomach. He swallowed. Time to change the subject. "So, do you feel like going crazy and killing me yet?"

Joel shrugged. "I thought about it, but I don't think it's healthy for Tommy and Crow to grow up in a one-parent household. Let's give it a try, Mike. For the bots."

"Yeah." Mike nodded. "Okay. For them." He joined Joel and the bots at the desk and took an experimental sip of the coffee. It actually did taste decent. They spent the morning re-assigning ship chores to include Joel. Once again, Mike got stuck with removing the vermin from the lower decks. Those things were fast.

Five days later, the day before the week's scheduled movie experiment, Mike and Joel and the three bots sat down to a full-course roast beef dinner. Gypsy was so excited to have Joel back she wanted to treat everyone to a break from freeze-dried rations, and the meat and vegetables she'd ordered had come in that afternoon.

Mike shoveled mashed potatoes into his mouth. Non-rehydrated food was such a rare treat. Joel ate slower, pausing to raise his eyebrows, nod and congratulate Gypsy on her cooking. But then, Joel ahd been on Earth until a week ago, surrounded by all the roast and fish and three-bean salad he could want.

Joel thumbed a spot of gravy off the corner of his mouth. "Crow, Servo, I didn't see you around much today. What'd you scamps get up to?"

Crow extracted his mouth from the mess of potatoes and gravy on his plate. "We hosted a track and field meet down in storage. T. Robot Secondary went up against the Tom Servo Academy."

"Huh." Mike washed down the potatoes with a swig of beer. "I was wondering what all that noise was about."

"Actually," said Servo, "most of the ruckus was the riot that broke out over a judging decision in the hundred meter dash."

Crow shook his head. "Cambot botched the photo finish, and Servo refused to accept that he lost."

"I had my foot over that line before you."

"You don't have feet! And anyway, I think it's cheating to use a hoverskirt to race, when all I have are these clumsy legs."

Joel waved his glass at Crow. "Hey. I put a lot of work into those legs."

"Oh yeah?" Servo began to wobble with annoyance. "Well the same hoverskirt makes it impossible to maintain lift when holding a shot-put, but would you agree to remove the event? No!"

"Yeah well I still think you missed with that javelin on purpose."

"I told you, this optic bubble affords me no depth perception!"

The bots started flinging peas at each other. The fight escalated to a floor-tussle, complete with spitting, and Joel and Mike had to pry them apart. Even after they were restrained they kept trying to slapfight each other, which in Tom's case meant swiveling back and forth so his arms flailed vaguely in Crow's direction.

Mike held Servo's torso still. "Hey, hey. Can't we have a nice, quiet family dinner?"

"Yeah." Joel held both of Crow's arms in one hand. With the other he gestured at Mike. "Your father spends a hard day at the office and he doesn't want to come home to you two tearin' the place up."

"Yeah! Yeah." Mike nodded toward Joel. "And your mother slaved all afternoon over a hot stove to make this meal, so stop, calling each other 'dickweed' and finish eating, alright?"

Gypsy cleared her throat. "Actually, I made—"

Servo started mock-sobbing. "But daaad! Crow got mashed potatoes in my head."

"Well Servo skewered a piece a' roast beef on my net and now I can't get it off." He thrashed. "Waaah mommy!"

"Sh, shh." Joel picked the slice of beef off Crow's head and patted his shoulder. "Now you're gonna both apologize to each other, and maybe your father and I will take you out for ice cream later."

Gypsy inched away from the table. "You guys are really weird."

Mike had to admit, it was kind of strange. But everyone seemed to into it, and he knew by now that once these things got going, it was best just to roll with it and ride it out, until the bots got bored and took their costumes off, or stopped talking in Swedish accents.

"Now you two hug and say you're sorry." Joel pushed Crow toward Servo. The bots grumbled and bumped together.

"Dickweed."

"You smell like beef."

Joel slipped his arm around Mike's waist and rested his head on Mike's shoulder. The bots went back to their meals. Joel sighed. "It's good to see those two getting along again, isn't it honey? Even if it doesn't last long."

Mike gave a nervous chuckle. "Uh, sure." He scratched his knuckles and tried to ignore Joel's hand, warm on his side. "Did—did you just call me 'honey'?"

Joel lifted his head and looked up at him, but he didn't remove the arm. "It's part of the improv, Mike. I was staying in character."

"Right."

Crow tugged Joel's jumpsuit. "Hey mom and dad? If you two are done makin' out, you might want to answer Pearl's call."

Mike took the excuse to extract himself from Joel's arm. He leaned across the table and slapped the Answer Call button. Pearl appeared on the Hexfield-2, one eyebrow raised and clipboard in hand.

"Sooo," she said. "How is that little slice of psychological hell going? Anyone launched out the airlock or stuffed in an oven yet?"

Joel and Mike shook their heads.

"Nope," said Joel.

Mike gestured at the table. "Actually, we've just settled down to a calm, functional household meal, like some kind of fictional 1950s nuclear family."

Joel added, "Crow and Servo had a bit of an argument, but you know how boys can be."

"No," said Pearl. "I can't say I do know." Behind her, Brain Guy and Bobo stalked past, waving their arms and shouting at each other. Pearl pointedly ignored them.

"You see, Pearl?" said Mike. "You can't make us insane just by sticking us both up here together."

Pearl scowled. "Ooo—" She brandished a finger at them. "You just wait. It's only been a week. And you haven't been subjected to a movie yet. Tomorrow I will send up something horrible, and the combination of film and forced proximity will break your wills for sure." She flashed a nasty grin and cut the communication.

Mike and Joel looked at each other, shrugged, and sat back down to their dinner. A thought nagged at Mike: she was right, technically. They had only been up there together for a week. But Joel was as chill a guy as he had seemed in the experiment records, and entertaining besides. Last Saturday his speedily narrated – and entirely botched – demonstration of trick bartending had made Mike laugh himself breathless.

In fact, so far the only thing Joel ever did that irritated him was – well, he touched Mike a lot, little pats on the shoulder or back. They made him uncomfortable. But he was willing to ignore it, in the name of ship harmony, and proving Pearl wrong.

PHASE THE FIRST: FAILED

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 01:22:34 GMT

Okay, I swear I'm not going to keep spamming this place with stuff I've seen on fandomsecrets, but this made me laugh, though I don't know if I agree with the reasoning:

Don't forget his obsession with Patrick Swayze! ...Okay, I guess that doesn't make him gay, because you can't NOT love Patrick Swayze, amirite?
(Wow, two posts in a row featuring Mike wearing sexy skintight outfits, what are the odds?) XD

Anyone remember?

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:21:48 GMT

I was reading the Ho Yay trope over at Television Tropes & Idioms, and someone said:
“Mike would sometimes say some pretty ambiguous stuff, like how he may have had a boyfriend named Steve who died, and how he got Grizzled Old Prospectors syndrome from kissing a surly truck driver”

I was just wondering if anyone know in which episodes these things happen?

a lil joel/mike comic

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 06:05:21 GMT

Hello there, small and mostly-comatose fandom! I've been binging on MST3K episodes and naturally found my way to this corner of the internet. So I took a break from writing godawful Jhonen Vasquez fanfiction to draw a Joike 3-panel.

The dialogue and situation are ripped from this host segment, where Joel actually kisses Tom Servo. That's pretty adorable on its own, but why not throw a baffled Mike Nelson in there, just for fun?

Ahoy-hoy! I is new :)

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:05:56 GMT

Oh man. An MST3K slash community (Livejournal really DOES have everything). God bless America.

Srsly, I'm so glad I'm not the only perv here. I'm sick of my friends looking at me like I have a fetus growing out of my head when I say Joel and Mike should be butt buddies :D

I also have a question: where do I go if I want to collaborate with someone on a possible Dr F/OFC (PG-13 at the most) fic? Should I just go on the MST3K fan works community? And whats more: is there anyone who finds Dr. Forrester hot enough to want to do it? I think I stand alone on this one, unfortunately. Damn my really-hot-mad-scientists-who-shoot-equally-hot-guys-into-space fetish!

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 04:46:03 GMT

Happy Birthday mst3kslash!

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 05:34:32 GMT

I know that solidfoamsoul just put up the picture challenge, but... I have this other thing I wanted to bring up.

This February 29th our community will be a year old! = D

I was wondering if anyone wanted to have a little party for the day? Everyone do a little something, and post it on this comm or the other one on the 29?

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 05:19:40 GMT

All of the gifts should be up at the site now - I'm having a touch of technical difficulty at the moment, hence the four day delay on getting everything up.

But once everything is up, I'm happy to say that we had 100 percent completion during this secret santa exchange. Good job, guys!

Picture Challenge #1

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 07:12:09 GMT

Just watching "Quest of the Delta Knights" and realized this might make a good challenge...

OR series of challenges...

That's not what I mean... Um... Oh, catagory of Challenge?

Whatever.

Basically it's putting up a picture and creating fan fic/drabble/epic series based on JUST the picture. Meaning, for instance, in the following picture we know that Mike doesn't get beat up, but they do the guy bonding thing and have beer, cigars and poker night and that before that Pearl switched places with Mike. But, in this Screen Capture Challenge, none of that should come into play. Make up your own reason why he's there. OR just AU what comes after, keeping Pearl's switch-eroo in canon.

Too confusing? Um... Okay, either the action before or after the picture has to be disguarded and you make up your own. Or the action all around it, whatever. Up to you.

(Not to disclued the artists here. Wanna draw the after/beforemath? Love to see it!)

So, kids, what's gonna happen here?

(Also, this community is pro RPS aka Real Person Slash. So if you wanna make it silly "Cut! Great take, guys!" and then some Kevin/Bill/Mike, that's cool. Otherwise, it's Brain Guy/Mike/Bobo there. Or just two of em.)

Look for more of these challenges in the future, I've got a few more pics in mind.

Actual fic responses should be posted seperately (so you can get more comments!) and warnings/pairing, etc should be posted, plus a little thinger saying it's a reponse to this challenge, and throw us a link. Got it? Good!

Also, feel free to throw up your own!

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 05:36:16 GMT

I've emailed / messaged everyone with their assignments. If you haven't gotten yours by Monday, please comment here.

[Joel]Oh wow.[/Joel]

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 02:33:14 GMT

So I saw this over at fandomsecrets today:

So uh, is it still MST3K slash if the characters slashed are from a Msted movie? Anyone wanna take a crack at this? XP

The Third Annual Secret Santa Exchange

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:33:06 GMT

It's not December, at least not yet, but hopefully this is not too late to get intrest, yes?

What a bit late? Well:

It's time of the year for strange custom of a gift exchange.
But instead of exchanging soild things - and since this is a MST3K
slash group - I'm suggesting a small fanish gift excange. Fanmixs,
fanfics, wallpapers, user icons, fliks, fanvids, ect. are welcome.

Instructions:
1. Reply to this post - within a week, preferably. I'll be drawing on the 1st.
*Optional: Say something like "My favorite pairing is Crow/Servo!" or something, to give an idea for for your santa to start from.
2. Using the secret Chinese tradition of drawing names out of a hat, you shall recive a name to do a gift for.
3. Create your gift.
4. Email said gift to to mst3kslash AT gmail DOT com, before Dec. 24.
5. Receive you're gift on Dec. 25 via email.
6. Total gifts shown on Dec. 31.

Rules:
1. To receive a gift, one must give a gift.
2. If you don't want a user icon - or some other category that you just couldn't stand - you can write "No *insert thing here*" when you sign up.
3. With user icons - could you please make more than one?
4. There is no longer a rule against image porn. YAY!
5. Have fun!

Other Related Blatherings:
While you don't have to do the recipients favorite pairing or what not, please don't give someone who says "AH! NO PEARL/GYPSY" explicit Pearl/Gypsy porn. Not that I think anyone would do such a thing, but I just want it to be said.

Also, if y'all are busy, I'm setting up something for our comm's year anniversary. It's technically four, but since it was founded on February 29th...

And, if you've sent something in late, it's gone missing. Because I suck and let the email account lapse. So you lucky people can participate - and I've changed the email so it doesn't lapse anymore. YAY!

Please be signing up here or the yahoo group once, so we don't have duplicates of people. Thanks.

Any suggestions? Complaints?

EDIT: And now we're closed for the year. Thanks for signing up!

The Slash Avenger strikes again!!

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:42:50 GMT

Yes, another forum find. But I had to share!

So, over at the MST3K Discussion Board, there's a contest going on: Contest: September 9th. STOP RELAXING!

The idea is to completely ignore "you should really just relax" and attempt to explain away an aspect of the show's premise. Yes, DARE to wonder, "Hey, how DOES he eat and breathe, anyway?" XD

(This is pretty much the perfect opportunity for any fanfiction writers in the audience, by the way.)

So anyway, this was the very first entry:

"Little detail was ever given to the relationship between Dr. F and Frank.

You see, they were two lonely men, locked away in their lab concocting various experiments. As lonely men will often do when faced with the prospect of no female companionship, they will look towards the next best option, which is homosexuality. Clearly they loved each other. It showed through their pet names for each other and the constant bickering. Also, Dr. F had a white streak on his mustache. Could it possibly be residue from cocaine or methamphetamine, two of the more popular drugs amongst gays?

Dr. F and Frank shared their duties equally. One day, Dr. F would be the top, the next, he would be the bottom. Things worked out great until the untimely death of Frank. Depressed over the loss of his one true love, Dr. F's interest in his work waned and he lost funding for his experiments."

As you can imagine, this resulted in some amusing responses from the board. XP

Here's the best part - I checked, and this user is the SAME user who earlier claimed that there was sexual tension between Joel and Mike! Now I want to PM this user and be like, "Duuuude, come hang out with us!"

...Unless said user is already HERE!?? *eyes dart about the room* >_>

Heh, even if this person is just sayin' stuff for shock effect, I'm still giggling over the explanation for the white streak in Dr. Forrester's mustache. ^^

MST3K Cosplay? In my Dragon*Con?

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:55:30 GMT

It's more likely than you think.

I frequent over at the RiffTrax Roundtable, and I came across a certain topic. (Don't worry, it's much more tame than the previous forum find!) Somebody had posted his pictures from Dragon*Con 2007. He and his wife had gone to the con in various MST3K-related costumes, including Torgo, Joel, and the very affable Dr. Forrester and TV's Frank.

The pictures are a lot of fun to look at, but the main reason this is getting posted in this topic as opposed to the General MST3K comm is all thanks to the first picture you see when you open up the account. Here's a hint as to the content: This will make Forrester/Frank fans very happy.

Here is the link to his Flickr account.

According to the owner of these pictures, the costumes also made elevator rides a lot of fun, if only because they had a good reason to say, "Push the button, Frank." But that's about all of the relevant stuff for this comm that I have to offer. So there.

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:40:50 GMT

Hello! I just started watching MST3K not too long ago and just fall in love with the Mike and Joel pairing. That's how I found this group and I just have to say you guys have a great job with it!

ACK MY VIRGIN EYES XP

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 01:12:05 GMT

So I lurk around MST3K: The Discussion Board sometimes, and there was a topic: Was there tension between Joel and Mike?

The obvious answer is "of course not," and many told the TC so. Then somebody pops in and goes, "There was tension, but it was merely sexual." XD

I figured the comment was simply meant as a joke and that would be the end of that, but then someone else was like, "OMG, there really is Joel/Mike out there, even though they were only on the SOL for one episode WTF and then there's Joel/Dr. F which almost makes sense in a disturbing way and blah blah blah..."

And I could just SEE the normal MSTies (whatever that means) going O_O;; and recoiling from their computers in horror. >:D

I just got a kick out of seeing this. This is the first time I've heard someone mention MST3K slash outside of...well...here! XP

Well, there's also that Joel/Crow drawing I saw on DeviantArt... (I still can't believe someone had the balls to post that!!) XD

Season Six Capsule Part One

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 03:22:27 GMT

X-Posted to my journal

DHAK Productions
presents
A Serial Photo Essay by Vee

MST3GAY

Season Six and the Slashification of America's Favorite Puppet Show

FOREWORD

You know one thing I really hate? When people (usually not very bright people) insist that it's "Foreward".

PART ONE : SETTING THE SCENE

Most of my personal favorite Mystery Science Theater 3000 episodes are far-flung across the ten seasons, but concentrate with a good number around Seasons Four and Five. Which isn't to malign Mike Nelson in any way - I simply stopped watching television as much in high school and haven't gotten caught up on Seasons Eight - Ten until recently. So the classics, for my nostalgia, are nestled in 1993-1994. I was young, I was (moderately) innocent, and I hadn't the slightest idea what slash was or how it would someday engulf my life, and, to some extent, become the very definition of a digital persona I would create. Sad, really.

Therefore, understand from the outset that this is a lark written by a card-carrying MSTie of fifteen years. Sorry to get all serious on you there at the beginning, but I don't want anyone at all miscontruing that in some way I'm SRS BZNS about this whole mess. MST3K is and always will be a little pocket of wholesome good times for me. It embodies and represents something that has escaped me in recent years, and that will be its timeless appeal. Still, does slash change everything? Of COURSE it does. Were there overtones in MST3K? Of COURSE there were.

So, why Season Six? Well that's what I'm here to show you all. Not through the riffing, of course, but through the host segments. Not only is that easier (yes, I'm lazy! What?!), but with a few exceptions, that's where most of the character development took place. There is a fine line between subtext and text-text, and Season Six came bleedingly close to that line. It may have even been crossed. You be the judge(s). Judge. Judges. You all. In the non-Southern sense. Whatever. YOU MAKE THE CALL. There, better.

Season Six begins several episodes into Mike's introduction on the S.O.L. In the finale of Season Five, we were introduced to Nuveena, WOMAN OF THE FUTURE, who came to woo Mike to her future world. Mike summarily blew his "one grasp for that brass ring of love" to remain trapped in space with the 'Bots following a rather compelling argument ("She sings a LOT, Mike."). Nuveena materializes in Deep 13 and seems to be trying the same song and dance (pun intended) on TV's Frank, but for some bizarre reason Dr. Forrester is able to make her disappear with a flick of his wrist before things get out of hand. Strange, that. But this theme (Forrester keeping Frank from women/women from Frank) will return. Watch for it. Watch for Frank and Forrester a LOT in this essay. If there ever was a line with them...

Interestingly enough, as any good MSTie knows, Mike would marry Bridget Jones, aka Nuveena, but that's neither here nor there. WE'RE IN OUR FANTASY WORLD. YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY. They're a very cute couple. GO AWAY, REAL LIFE, YOU HAVE NO PLACE ON THE INTERNET.

In Deep 13, Frank has usurped Torgo in a diabolical (and disturbing) bid to get his job back after being laid off. Really, I just want to take this moment to mention "The Greatest Frank of All" and ask that you all hear, in your heads, the powerful voice of Mike Nelson belting out "If only the sun and the moon would collide to be Frank!" That's just one of my favorite MST3K song moments ever, so I wanted to bring it up. But still. Frank lived in Deep 13, while unemployed, and simply couldn't seem to manage without a job he ostensibly hated. Frank and Forrester were reunited, and certainly made the most of their last season together.

Thus we fade in on the Sattelite of Love, somewhere out in space, with a jilted Mike Nelson finally resigned to his fate (perhaps a little too resigned). And the Mads just plain gayer than ever.

601 - GIRLS TOWN

Not much to really discuss with this one, the exceptions being glaring ones. In the world of MST3K slash, 601 actually provides a rather infamous exchange, which is provided against the black screen of the pre-credits, leaving things to our imaginations. Leaving strange faces to be made. We'll get around to that. I did mention this would be a photo essay and I don't mean to deny you of any screencaps. There just aren't a whole bunch from this episode. Sadly. However!

Yes, the Umbilicus (-con) (-cord) existed. I always find it interesting, personally, that it was connected to Gypsy. Useless MST trivia, I suppose, since, like the Umbilicus, that entire concept sort of faded into non-being.

"Frank! These are both male connectors!"

This would be a stretch for material in an essay like this, but not really, since I remember spending many a quality handful of minutes in the electronics department with like-minded friends giggling at the concept of a "Male/Male Connector." See? Even now, I'm writing it, and it's making me giggle.

May I also point out that Clay gets unforgivably foppish in this season? If you ever have a doubt, just take a look at his gesturing from this point forward. A whole new world of issues would open when (in Season Seven) we finally were treated to a disturbing glimpse into the maternal source of his overwhelming strangeness...I mean, seriously. Clayton Deborah Susan Forrester. That says it all, people. That says it all.

(Though, joyfully enough, we do get to meet Mother Forrester in Season Six, so that will be fun to capsule...)

Verdict: Male/Male Connectors are ALWAYS funny.

During a discussion about the Honor System, in a cute pan-away allowing Servo to ransack the candy, Mike takes a moment to get a bit touchy-feely with Crow. It's rather cute. He tries very hard to be fatherly, but somehow the whole thing ends up being about their extremely close proximity. I love this screencap.

The season started off innocently enough, all things considered, and then M&TB sent a pie down the Umbilicus. Frank dutifully pushed the button, and then, just when you thought it was safe to watch the credits:

"Frank, I'll give you three seconds to stop licking my face."
"Count slow."

Folks, this is only the beginning.

To be Continued...

Introductory Grandstanding

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 03:14:23 GMT

Oh, my. Is this place still listening? New member, though card-carrying MSTie for about fifteen years now. Turns out I see things a lot different now than I saw them when I was 13. >__>

That said, I'm scurrying over here as a little guilty pleasure. Seems like this place is relatively small and friendly. I promise not to spread my big-fandom germs all over the place.

That said, I'm taking icon commissions. I'd like to throw together a batch of MST3K slash icons (the one I've made is about the most I've done thus far...*sniffs* no one on my FList enjoys it as much as I do, but...oh well...).

Am also toying with the idea of a Season Six Capsule Review, showcasing the season when my discerning eye can actually SEE the show getting slashy beyond the limits of reasonable doubt. But, as with anything, I tend not to get off my lazy tuckus without some vested interest elsewhere.

*bows*

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Wed, 09 May 2007 22:00:11 GMT

A video is currently being uploaded on YouTube from a convention in 2002, in which Mike and Kevin tackled questions posed by MSTies. So far, from what I've seen, it's just Kevin plugging his (then) recent book, but he does read an excerpt from the book, which is exactly what prompted this post.

Admittedly, I'm not all that big a fan of MST3K RPS. But... come on.

The chapter Kevin so generously decided to read aloud details a... shall we say "date" between he and Mike. It's not as charming as one would expect, as the movie in choice turns out to be "Corky Romano." Kevin has some absolutely adorable things to say about the guy about 4:11 into the clip.

Extra fun stuff: A mere 30 seconds into the clip, Kevin says he can't think of another person he's rather see a movie with... except perhaps his [Kevin's, not Mike's] wife. Note Mike's rather subtle reaction. It's fun.

Admittedly, the majority of the chapter is Kevin lambasting Corky Romano (well-deserved, from what I can hear), but this stuff was too good not to post.

Idea for an icon...

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 04:09:04 GMT

In Episode 521, "Santa Claus", there's a scene where the gang is exchanging gifts, and Gypsy gives Mike a sweater with the word "JOIKE" on the front. She explains that she originally began knitting it for "the other guy" a long time ago and...well... ^_^;;

Anyway, I think it'd be funny if someone made an icon somehow depicting Mike holding up that sweater, for reasons that should be obvious. XD

So anyway, hi! I'll probably be hanging around here a lot. As you've probably guessed, I'm into Joel/Mike. XP I might even submit something, I have a few ideas floating around in my head. Maybe once I perfect drawing Mike. His face is tricky. ^_^;;

Random thoughts...

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sat, 20 Jan 2007 04:23:18 GMT

I'm trying to write some other stuff to get some ideas, since I managed to get myself stuck on "Ignus Procella" (which I apologize for). This is completely unrelated to that fic, but I'm thinking of something else. So, for that...

What would be an interesting place to have sex, or fool around, in? It can be a place, a building, a general area, wherever.

Also, I got an e-mail from someone I hadn't heard from in awhile. She went and read "Steps Through Time." Surprisingly, the pairing she wants to see is Mike/Damien. I'm not so sure about that, but a comfort/comfort type thing (I guess it could be called that) might be interesting. Still debating it. What do you guys think? If you haven't read it, you don't have to rush off and do that. It's long. XD

The Great Rule and Question Post

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 04:38:16 GMT

About Us:

If you've looked about on the internet, there seems to be two MST3K slash groups, one on LiveJournal and the other on Yahoo!. These two groups are pretty much the same group, as they're both run by the same people and have many members in common. The MSt33k Slash website is also paired with these two groups.

About Joel vs. Mike

While there are signs that the fandom seems to be getting over it - over a decade later! - it's been decided that there has been enough grief over the subject that the group should stay out of the topic to the point that attempts to start a discussion are going to be locked and/or deleted. If someone keeps bringing the subject up, it will be considered troll behavior and the user will be banned.

Plus, the whole vs. thing is odd when half of the group is 'shipping Joel/Mike.

About Ratings:

All ratings and genres are welcomed here. For higher rated works are treated as same as lower ones, and you can post the works directly onto the communities.

About Content:

Please add relevant warnings, such as for non-consensual sex or whatnot.
Also, add a comment on all real-person works as it may or may not be clear if you're talking about Mike or Mike.

About Characters:

Works are accepted about the characters that exist in the host segments and the characters in the movies and shorts.

If you would like any of this clarified, please add a comment to this post.

Comm Info!

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 16:23:37 GMT

Hey guys, just thought you'd like to know that over on the new community obscure_fandoms, MST3K is on the poll for this month's featured small fandom.

A Scattering of Coments

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 08:59:42 GMT

The Secret Santa 2006 gifts are up at the website. Please make a note here if I have incorrectly done something like put your work under the wrong handle or incorrectly rated something. I can forsee problems with the drawings section already. -_-O

Though at least all the links work this time!

If you were not able to get your gift in for the exchange, please still try to get it in. Next year, if you haven't sent anything in by November you will not be allowed to participate in the exchange.

Also, soon this comm will have rules! Which I know everyone is all excited about, I'm sure. Though these rules are just going to be collecting the rules that we already have that are scatted thoughout this comm and the Yahoo! Group, so it won't be anything new. So, this would also be the place to ask about any clarification or questions you have about the comms, rules already stated, specific pratices, or history about the fandom you've always wanted to know.

And, of course, Happy New Year!

Kiss my grits!

marchingtwinkie3@hotmail.com — Sun, 26 Nov 2006 06:25:06 GMT

Hey, guys, wanna see Kevin Murphy in a dress?!

You do.

Yeees.

It's funny!

Woman.

I'm selling my Three Stooges in Color DVD.

Check it out, won't you?

X-POSTED

Current mood: hopeful. Joel is so cute.