Working on my 5 year plan

I don't really believe in the unlucky thirteen thing. If I did, I would have changed my user name. It has thirteen characters in it.

I could have put an underscore in there somewhere. Maybe I would have put it between 'nerdherd' and 'chuck' or something. Or, I could have added two underscores to make myself 'nerd_herd_chuck.'

I did a look up and no one has 'nerdherd_chuck' or 'nerd_herd_chuck' as user names on LiveJournal. But you never know. Someone could take either or both of them in the next couple of minutes...even before I'm done typing this entry. I'm sure there are other people named Chuck who work for other Nerd Herds at other Buy Mores. Maybe a couple of those Chucks will claim those user names eventually.

Hey, I just thought of something - if I were really, really superstitious, I would have gone one step further and added another letter or two so that nothing about my user name has thirteen of anything. I could have used something like 'nerdherderchuck' as my user name or something.

[meta] *looks up that user name*

Wow, there's another me with that user name. Go figure. [/meta]

But yeah, I'm not bothered by the thirteen thing. And I'll keep my user name as is for now.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 214

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I remember when I took the daemon meme, my daemon ended up being a snow leopard. Kinda a nifty result. I wish I remember what her name was...

I'm sure if it turns out I actually had a snow leopard daemon, it would kinda shock me when she first appeared. Maybe I'd wake up one morning, feeling something heavy on my chest and looking into the eyes of this big cat.

I'd probably scream, causing Ellie and Awesome to come running. [Locked to those who know of his secret life] And Casey too, probably ready to shoot it. [/unlocked]

Once I finally understood I wasn't about to be eaten, now I'd have a snow leopard following me everywhere. Might be kinda cool, but a bit weird. [Locked to those who know of his secret life] And dangerous since if, say, some evil spy kills my daemon, I die too. [/unlocked]

Maybe a bit scary too, you know? Maybe people would be freaked out and wouldn't wanna talk to me since they'd be afraid of the snow leopard.

(after looking over the entry)

Boy that was a ramble and half, huh?

Note: This ficlet isn't binding to any of the Chuck verse muses mentioned it as they're used without permission but hopefully done justice. This ficlet is very long and probably not one I'm completely satisfied with, but here it is. Also, if you haven't seen episode 2x11, events of it are mentioned in the text so, just a heads up, there are some spoilers.

April 22, 2019

Ellie sat on the couch at the safe house with her head bowed. She was so tired of not knowing what was going on, begging for someone to tell her something.

Agent Thomas Denworth took a seat next to her. He shook his head before addressing her. "Dr. Woodcomb, I understand your frustration. I really-"

"With all due respect, sir?" Ellie interrupted, "I just would like to finally know the truth. Why are my husband and my daughter in danger?"

"It has to do with someone in your life. You see-"

"Someone I knew? Who did I know that was a spy or...whatever other sort of person that would be of interest to you?" Ellie was quite confused.

"Well, I think Agent Carmichael will certainly answer all of your questions. Though...I still don't think it was wise of superiors to allow him to speak with you just yet, but he insisted, several times." Agent Denworth then got to his feet. "He'll be here shortly," he added, before leaving Ellie all by herself once again.

"Why would it be any big deal to this 'Agent Carmichael' anyway?" she asked herself out loud.

While only five minutes had passed, it certainly seemed like an eternity to her. She heard someone approach from behind and didn't bother to turn around. "Let me guess, you're Agent Carmichael?"

There was no answer but she heard someone walk towards her. When the agent took a seat next to her, she turned and upon seeing the agent, she was reminded of Libby's description of the 'angel' that saved her over a year ago. Her jaw dropped and she began to back away from him, her eyes becoming very wide. She began to ramble nervously, "I-it can't be. It can't be. Y-you died. I was at your funeral. Y-you can't be here. Unless...Libby was right. Unless, s-she really saw an angel that day who's here now."

The agent's lip quivered slightly and Ellie continued to tremble. The agent bowed his head and began, "I-I'm not an angel or a ghost or anything. But-"

( I-is it really you? )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding the note at the beginning): 3,382

Dragons are unpredictable -- and you are, too. Your inner dragon is very friendly, but your personality definitely has a dangerous, fiery side. Overall, your wisdom helps you keep things in perspective, and your wings help you rise above all sorts of drama. You rarely get involved in petty battles, but if something (or someone) really matters to you, you will fight for it. You form very close bonds with people, so once you consider someone a friend, you'll do anything to keep that person safe.

At first I was like...really? But the write up mostly works.

Chuck knew he did not have a variety of genres in his movie collection. Many of them were movies featuring aliens, fantastical creatures, or James Bond. Despite this fact, Sarah had agreed to watch one of the movies he liked.

He was kind of surprised that Sarah agreed to watch the first of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Fellowship of the Ring. And not just the theatrical version, but the extended edition!

"Hope you like it," he said to Sarah as he put the movie in the DVD player. He then sat down next to her on the couch and pressed 'Play' on the remote control.

Okay, first off, might I just say - Poor Hiro!! Why does this ad featuring him (and me, though later on) have to have him getting hurt? That is not cool.

However, might I just say that Sarah's kick-step thing? That was totally cool. And even Casey got into the dancing spirit! Now, that?...is a rarity.

Though he danced with a gun in his hand...

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvUYLZF4rN0

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Apparently, I am a Metal Rooster.

http://www.chinesezodiac.com/rooster.php

Um...I really...don't see myself as egotistical or proud or anything. So...I dunno if the sign actually fits...

ooc: literary_james and laws_of_dawes used with permission. Hopefully I did them justice!

Gift ficlet. Follows this and inspired by this RP.

"I'm still calling James," Chuck declared. True to his word, he took out his iPhone and dialed James' number.

A few minutes later, when James arrived, Chuck opened the door for him. "I can't believe you started without me."

"Yeah, but we only watched the theatrical release version, so it's not like we saw the whole movie." Chuck replied with a smirk as James entered. It was then that he noticed a long jump rope in James' hands. "Just in case," he commented, holding up the rope, causing Chuck to snicker.

The boys joined Rachel and she glanced at the rope in James' hands before asking, "What's that for?"

"In case we need to use it," James replied.

"What, so I can hang myself before I have to watch another movie in the trilogy?" joked Rachel.

Chuck shook his head. "No, no! Don't talk like that, Rachel! We-"

"-thought we might need this to get you to finish watching the story," finished James, grinning as he did so.

Rachel put her hands on her hips looking very unamused.

"It was a joke," Chuck explained with a sheepish grin. "Really."

"Did you really think we'd tie you to a chair for over nine hours?"

Rachel looked at both Chuck and James and shook her head, smiling just a bit. "You two are going to drive me crazy."

Chuck put his arm around Rachel, "Probably." He grinned and returned her half hug from earlier. She smiled at him and shook her head.

After releasing Rachel from the hug, he linked his arm with her right arm and James linked his arm with Rachel's left. Puzzled, she asked, "What are you two doing?"

Chuck and James began leading Rachel towards the TV room and James explained, "You're still only a third of the way through the trilogy."

Rachel gasped and turned to glare at the boys before declaring with a growl, "I hate you both."

ooc: Obviously meta. :)

Please do. Like a petition? Or maybe start getting your friends to watch the show?

If you know any Nielsen families, we really could benefit from getting them to tune in. Cuz right now, our show is, as they say 'on the bubble.'

NBC hasn't made an official decision yet on the show's future but zap2it.com reported the new entertainment chief Angela Bromstad has said that while she's a fan of shows like "Chuck" and "Life," she wants both "quality and ratings" from the network's lineup going forward.

Our show hasn't quite done all that well ratings wise but if you look at them, they've slowly been on the rise since the third episode of the season. But our demos are a bit split so we need that 18-49 demo to go up a bit more too.

It's all ratings and demos, you know?

Hopefully, with the 3-D episode airing the day after the Super Bowl, people will start tuning in and stay tuned in. Cuz we kinda need them to do so.

Or else there won't be a season three...

S-so...any help you can give us is much appreciated! Thanks!

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding ooc note and quoted text): 168

August 10, 2019, 3:13 AM

A scream from Libby's room pierced the silence of the safe house. Chuck was immediately awake and he paused only long enough to grab his gun off the top of the nightstand before dashing into Libby's room.

He saw his niece sitting up in her bed, trembling as she clutched the flowered comforter for dear life. Chuck quickly scanned the room, looking for any intruders that had harmed her or were about to do so.

Libby turned, still shaking. Her lip quivered and she softly stammered, "I-I'm s-sorry."

Ellie was now behind Chuck, completely panicked, and fearing the worse. "What happened?!"

Libby bowed her head and Chuck slowly approached her, hiding the gun under the backside of his shirt. "It was a bad dream," she softly said.

Ellie made her way to Libby's bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She stroked her daughter's hair, giving her a warm smile. Chuck sat down next to Ellie, looking relieved.

"I scared you, didn't I?" Libby asked with a sniffle.

Chuck and Ellie both nodded.

A tear rolled down Libby's cheek. "Can I stay with you tonight, Mommy?"

"Of course," her mother sympathetically replied as she held out her hand. Libby took and it and was lead into her parents' room.

Chuck meanwhile took a moment to once again make sure the area was safe and then went back to his own room.

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( 9:14 AM )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 734