Drabbles offered to good homes
Apr. 13th, 2007 10:27 amI am immensely chuffed today as "Coming Back" has been recced on
crack_van. It's so lovely - the list is full of great writers and I always bounce to see my name among them! My Housefic "They Also Serve" was recced there a while back, so I'm feeling rather proud of myself :) Now all I have to do is write a Criminal Minds one to match them... ;)
In a burst of creativity, I'm offering drabbles/ficlets to all requestors. Any fandom (see my interests list), any pairing. I'm rather bouncy as The Wandering Years stopped wandering and started behaving themselves so come share the bounciness! I don't promise they'll be the same quality as
fallen_arazil's, but I can try. :)
Also,
rivers_bend told us to consider ourselves tagged...
1. I can play both the descant and the treble recorders (not at the same time) to a fairly decent standard.
2. I can't wash my hair in the shower because I've got horribly sensitive skin and the shampoo makes me itch.
3. I used to be able to say thank you in 45 languages. I think I'm down to about 25 now.
4. I can type around 80 words a minute.
5. Baked beans make me feel sick.
6. I own a Beanie Buddy duck called Mr Pond, who lives on my computer hard drive at work. He was a 21st birthday present.
Like river, I hate tagging people, but love random facts, so post away!
In a burst of creativity, I'm offering drabbles/ficlets to all requestors. Any fandom (see my interests list), any pairing. I'm rather bouncy as The Wandering Years stopped wandering and started behaving themselves so come share the bounciness! I don't promise they'll be the same quality as
Also,
1. I can play both the descant and the treble recorders (not at the same time) to a fairly decent standard.
2. I can't wash my hair in the shower because I've got horribly sensitive skin and the shampoo makes me itch.
3. I used to be able to say thank you in 45 languages. I think I'm down to about 25 now.
4. I can type around 80 words a minute.
5. Baked beans make me feel sick.
6. I own a Beanie Buddy duck called Mr Pond, who lives on my computer hard drive at work. He was a 21st birthday present.
Like river, I hate tagging people, but love random facts, so post away!
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Date: 2007-04-13 12:23 pm (UTC)Can you guess which pairing I want? Go on, have a guess. They're in Torchwood. No?
Okay then, I'd like....Ianto Jones and a made up character of your choosing. You can use one of your OCs, one of mine (I've mentioned a couple of different exes if you've been paying attention, and if not, why not, hmm? ;)), or an entirely new and shiney one. As long as this character bears no resemblance to Gwen, I don't mind - they can be male, female or any shade in between (ooh, that might be fun...no, I have enough plots at the moment, stop it, brain). It can be set any time you like, Ianto can be at uni, working for TW London or Cardiff - I don't care (as long as he's over age of consent - I get slightly icked out otherwise). And it can be as slashy or gen as you like :D
*sits back and waits happily*
Oh and congrats on the rec!!
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:33 pm (UTC)Sporting Heroes
"What, not ever?"
"Mam…" Ianto closed his eyes.
"What?"
"It's fine." Naseem put a reassuring hand on Ianto's. "Actually, I was on the college football team."
"Not cricket then?"
"Sorry."
"Sdim ots. We can't all be good at everything. Coffee, did you say?"
When she was gone, Ianto smiled apologetically.
"Don't worry." Nas squeezed his hand. "That's the least I expected."
"You're too understanding," Ianto grumbled, glancing towards the kitchen. "She's always like this."
"I like her."
Before Ianto could reply to this clear sign of insanity, his Mam stuck her head round the door. "Have you thought about boxing?"
(for the non-Welsh speakers: Sdim ots = it doesn't matter
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Date: 2007-04-13 03:04 pm (UTC)Naseem is one of my faves, and is that my Ianto's mam?
*pats angst-free Ianto*
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Date: 2007-04-13 12:41 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:35 pm (UTC)I hope that children's games cross continents...*worries*
Trumps
"A hundred and one."
"A hundred and three."
"Damn." There was the sound of coins moving across a glass followed by the shuffling of papers.
"CPK, fifty-nine."
"A hundred and twelve."
More coins were shifted, this time accompanied by House slapping his file down on the table. "You're cheating, you know that?"
"How?" Wilson waved a hand. "You had free choice. BP one-thirty over ninety."
Mumbling under his breath, House pushed another quarter across the table. "One-ten over sixty. Your patient's way sicker than mine."
"Is that my fault?" Wilson shrugged. "Next time, buy a real pack of Top Trumps."
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:06 pm (UTC)Any chance of a drabble about Rose and Gwen, where Gwen remembers being a maid for a funeral home in her past life? Not that I've just started watching Dr Who 9th Doctor or anything... If that's too weird, any Rose fic?
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:13 pm (UTC)And the drabble...ok, it's a little weird, but since that's never bothered me before, I'm not going to let it now! Will see what I can do.
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:24 pm (UTC)Is it the fragrances or is it the stripping of oils from the scalp? If it's not the products/chemicals themselves that cause the problem, have you tried conditioner washes?
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:31 pm (UTC)It's only a problem on mornings when I'm so tired that I end up pitching head first into the bath when I'm trying to bend over it to wash my hair!
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:51 pm (UTC)Heck, now I'm wanting someone to write a big long "Nine-Rose-Jack team joins up with the Watch to solve a murder mystery involving aliens". At some point you know somebody would wind up in the scorpion pit. Thanks for winding my imagination up...
Since I never got around to commenting there, I'd like to also add that I love all your TW/DW crossovers, and I really hope you get inspired with more. I think the Jack-Susan was my favorite, especially since you worked the witches in as well! If you go back to them, I'd love to see the first few times that Death meets up with Jack, until he just gives up in disgust.
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:56 pm (UTC)9th and Vimes? Should be do-able. I'll get back to you...
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 03:07 pm (UTC)will get back to you...
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Date: 2007-04-13 04:42 pm (UTC)Battlefield
"Give it back!"
"Like hell!"
"Owen!"
"Gwen, there's no way I'm letting go."
"Please, Owen, love. Just for a change. It's all getting a bit too much."
"Just because you're not up to it, doesn't mean you have to inflict that on me."
"What's going on here?"
Startled, Gwen jumped. Brown powder and the rich smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Ianto shook his head, trying and failing to keep a straight face as the last grounds trickled through the bottom of the bag onto Owen's shoes.
Owen gave the others a triumphant look.
"No chance of decaff now."
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Date: 2007-04-13 06:06 pm (UTC)Congrats on the rec - it's always very flattering to see your stuff pop up on
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Date: 2007-04-13 06:18 pm (UTC)My favourite thing on
*starts to ponder drabble*
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:28 pm (UTC)Exchanges
"Another day, another crime scene." Swanson sighed. "Another bunch of idiots muscling in on our patch."
"Actually, you're on our patch now."
She folded her arms. "Since when is murder your job?"
"This murder," he gestured to the slime on the walls and the eviscerated corpses, "is our job. You get anything else like it, you call us." He produced a card from nowhere, handing it to her.
"And if you stumble across anything that's our business, you call us." He took the card she offered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll bear that in mind."
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:07 pm (UTC)Um *displays ignorance* What's FCC? Frequently...um...fourth...um...fiction canon continuity...???
Cliches ahoy :D
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:42 pm (UTC)I would love a free drabble. So I shall be a requestor. You seem to be drowning in them so far so please can I have something Torchwood-ish, with the prompt 'flood' because I have total faith in your imagination.
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:46 pm (UTC)Any luck on your own drabble hunt?
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Date: 2007-04-13 09:30 pm (UTC)Hope you enjoy :)
Flood
"Ianto!"
Ianto splashed his way across the Hub. "Another one, sir?"
Jack's shirt was soaked from water pouring down from the ceiling. "Is Tosh getting anywhere?"
"She's managed to stop the lightening, but the rain is still coming. It's getting a bit suspicious, sir, even for Cardiff."
Jack sighed. "Next time, remind me not to let Owen play with the alien weather machine?"
"Noted. If I might suggest…" Ianto coughed. "The archives are watertight. And warm"
"Really?" Tilting his head to one side, Jack smiled. "Sounds like just the place to get out of these wet clothes, wouldn't you say?"
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Date: 2007-04-14 11:12 am (UTC)^^Is that enough flattery to earn me a Morgan/Garcia gen drabble? If not, let me know, because I can be a real kiss-ass when neccessary!
-Patch
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Date: 2007-04-16 05:49 am (UTC)No flattery necessary - Will get back to you with a drabble later today. :)
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