c-c-crosstalk drabble meme?
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tothelightModified from Dat Question Meme, LET'S DO THIS
It goes LIKE SO: comment here and give me a prompt (character(s) and a situation, whether canon, Sabra, post-Sabra, AUs or otherwise) and I'll drabble you at least 200 words on it. Quality not assured.
WHEN I REPLY I will also give you a prompt in turn!
In this way we write each other stuff, which is fun.
I AM GOING TO BED FOR A FEW HOURS but will begin when consciousness has returned
ETA: Disclaimer: am writing these sort of all at the same time, so posting them as they get completed :<a <
It goes LIKE SO: comment here and give me a prompt (character(s) and a situation, whether canon, Sabra, post-Sabra, AUs or otherwise) and I'll drabble you at least 200 words on it. Quality not assured.
WHEN I REPLY I will also give you a prompt in turn!
In this way we write each other stuff, which is fun.
I AM GOING TO BED FOR A FEW HOURS but will begin when consciousness has returned
ETA: Disclaimer: am writing these sort of all at the same time, so posting them as they get completed :<a <
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Date: 2010-09-25 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-26 12:41 am (UTC)---
One thing he normally appreciated about his new living arrangements was the part where he had his own room, all the way towards the back of the tenement, a nice safe insulated haven from the chaos of the main street. Here, it was just him and the radiator’s soothing hum, the regular ticking of the chronometer on the wall, the quiet click and sizzle of tool and machine in his hands…
The downside to this was the part where they both had the keys to it.
“…and you know it’s true what they say about the reaptime festivals in Monoceros, they’ve got the most fantastic booze both ends of the continent, I got us a couple bottles of this one potato thing that’s got a kick so hard you’ll see the [Dolphinacorn]’s—“
“I’m trying,” he said, very patiently, “to work.”
“I know. That’s what I like about Slim, he’s always a hardworking guy~”
“You’re using my shoulders for armrests, it’s just a little distracting when you ramble, and stop calling me Slim.”
“Sure thing, Slim.” Continuing to drape annoyingly all over him. He briefly wondered if it would be all that bad to jab the solder iron at that guy’s knuckles. Justified self-defense? Maybe he’d get away with a fine.
“Don’t you have those travelogues or whatever to write? Somewhere else? ...in a room that, you know, isn’t mine?”
“Just thought I’d give ya a preview! And company! It’s not healthy hanging all the time in a room with no windows, you really oughta get out more, Slim.”
“I get out plenty enough, and stop calling me--”
He just missed singing his own thumb when the hand ruffled his head, and when he turned his head to yell at him that guy was already one foot out the door, laughing.
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Date: 2010-09-26 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-26 12:55 am (UTC)He stooped at the boy's side, looking him over. No fresh injuries, just the scars of a possibly difficult past. His arm seemed a bit deformed. But nothing terrible.
So Red settled near the boy to get his own bit of shut eye.
When the boy Allen Walker woke later, he stared at the stranger beside him. And then set about fixing a meal, knowing the smell would likely rouse this strange new one-eyed companion. Perhaps he had word of how Delphinus currently fared. There was rumor of disease at the port country that left him uneasy.
The boy had no idea just how much information he would soon gain. Not to mention the laughter, the uncalled for invasion of personal space, and an offer for a place to rest if he should ever enter Cepheus.
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Date: 2010-09-26 12:56 am (UTC)DO EET
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Date: 2010-09-25 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 09:16 pm (UTC)Claude attempting to ask Feathers out on a date?
Three Times Claude of Cepheus Failed (And One Time It Didn’t Matter)
Date: 2010-09-27 02:33 am (UTC)---
1)
Larger and more complicated emotional scruples involving certain Important Remembered Persons aside, it wasn’t as if there were all that many places he could take her out to, exactly. And anyway, he had the feeling the kind of--- outing--- she'd like wasn’t so much a meal and a lakeside walk as an evening with a toolbox and a crate’s worth of parts, and that was a little harder to arrange.
Still, in those hours they spent working together, their hammers beating tandem rhythms into the latest piece of their craft, once in a while there’d be the stray thought that it wouldn’t be that bad. Really, maybe all he had to do was just look over and say--
“Cla~~~~ude~”
...it didn’t help that Sunny had some kind of inbuilt radar when it came to these things.
2)
“Say, Feathers,” seriously, smoothly, without a stutter for miles around, “I’d really like it if we could spend some time together. Sometime.”
No, they already kind of did that on a regular basis. Technically. There was the forge.
“Feathers, would you wanna join me for some special private time?”
No, something about that was just...
“How about you and me in the secret cave, baby~”
He punched Red in the gut.
3)
“But then now there’s the problem of how he’s getting the question across.”
Bryony put a hand up. “Interpretative dance?”
“Or a note on his forehead,” Fang cheerfully added. “I brought markers.”
He had about a couple inches of knee to bend. If he could just body-wiggle his way off the ledge, maybe he could sort of roll back home before any of them noticed--
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Damn it.
“It’s for your own good. True love won’t get anywhere otherwise~”
“Mmphrghmmprghngh!”
“Speaking of notes.” Pop. Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot. Followed by a quick scribble.
“...Red, that just says ‘bite here’.”
“It’s succinct! She’ll understand.”
3.5)
Well, at least the rope burns are gone, a very very unhelpful small voice in the back of his head pointed out, as he waited for the last of his internal organs to regenerate.
+1)
“Feathers?”
“Mm?” Paused halfway through bandaging his wrist.
He closed his eyes, shifted the free arm he had around her.
“...never mind.”
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-27 01:54 am (UTC)Still, he’d known in the back of his mind, from the day they left port (from the day he left them), the reality of how infinitesimal the chances of the latter were. One ship, moving from planet to planet, with trillions of them surrounding the billions of stars stretching to the very ends of the galaxy (and this only one of billions more in the universe, and that, perhaps, not even the only one of its kind); the odds were no better than if two grains of sand should try meeting in the ocean currents that spanned the Earth.
And yet---
“Captain?”
He shook his head and lifted it again, with a perfunctory scrub at the dampness already past his cheeks and seeping through the greying hairs below.
“You…” His voice cracked on the word. “It’s one hell of a coincidence, isn’t it?”
“There are no coincidences.” The man on the viewscreen smiled. “Only fate.”
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-26 11:43 am (UTC)