ext_97398 ([identity profile] monica-catch22.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2009-12-11 07:17 am

Friday Free-For-All

Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:


NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.

Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."

Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.

Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.

Ready? Prompt!

[identity profile] moonchildfic.livejournal.com 2009-12-11 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Leverage, Blind!Eliot + Team, What kind of world do we live in?

*looks toward Scout_lover and Ziplockeddaze and throws down gauntlet*

[identity profile] scout-lover.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Wait? What?! *blinks* Oh, man, that took an unexpected turn!

*stares at bunny* I see you there …

[identity profile] moonchildfic.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
You know you want to answer it. Come on, I've been writting these for awhile. Have a go at it. I'd love to see what you could do with this.

Just throwing this out there remember the whole "Eliot found out that the others could hear him when he fights and wants to protect them" fic thing? You said you might have a go at it. Hell it needs to be written and if I didn't have half a dozen Blind!Eliot prompts to write plus three other universes that are being neglected.

*Sigh* curse you finals week. And it's not even finals week yet *head meet desk*

*nudges gauntlet and the bunny blinks on*

[identity profile] scout-lover.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm interested, all right! And definitely considering it. And, yes, I remember the "they can hear him" prompt as well. I seem to be collecting these things. *points to pile on hard drive* See?

But, I'm now oficially on vacation from work, so, provided I can keep the holiday madness down to a minimum, I have high hopes for writing. So just hang in there. ;-)

[identity profile] deanangst.livejournal.com 2009-12-15 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Leverage, Blind!Eliot + Team, What kind of world do we live in?


‘What kind of world do we live in?’ Sophie thought to herself as she sat alongside Parker at Nate’s kitchen table. She looked at the supplies before her and shook he head sadly. What kind of world left a good man in darkness, while a monster walked in light. Yes, Eliot had done some things that people would find…distasteful, but evil, he was not. Sophie knew in her heart that if you looked at Eliot’s past deeds somewhere there was a noble reason for his actions, no matter how much Eliot might deny it.

Now, because if his willingness to put himself in harms way, Eliot was blind. Of the five of them it was Eliot that seemed to be taking everything in stride. The man simple refused to feel sorry for himself, and he refused to let the others feel sorry for him. There was a chance that in 30 days everything would go back to normal, Eliot’s sight would be restored and this…well this would just be a new skill that Eliot had acquired, and Sophie knew that somewhere along the line it would come in handy.

Sophie looked at the index card she held in her hand. She’s used index cards several times when helping the team. She remembered enlisting Eliot’s help in coaching Parker during the trial. Each goal was listed on an index card, and placed on the cork board. Each one a reminder to Parker not only of what she needed to accomplish, but also of what she had mastered. Then there was Nate’s intervention, actually she preferred not to remember that. But this time she couldn’t help but feel slightly ill when she looked at the information each of these new cards held. If only she had been here, maybe she could have prevented Eliot’s need to buy the others time.

Shaking her head Sophie turned back to her work. Placing the last card into the index binder she flipped back to the beginning. Each letter of the alphabet was represented on its own card. First in Braille, then in hand written form using a glitter/puff paint pen so he could trace it with his finger until he had the new ‘code’ memorized. Maybe it was a little childish looking but Sophie knew Eliot would need to learn, and going to others for help just wasn’t his style. Maybe he would use this, maybe not. But this way she was giving him the opportunity to work on his own, and she knew from experience that sometimes it was easier to work through things at your own pace.

The Braille embosser attached to the laptop began processing again. Slowly pushing out a small stack on cards. The noise caused Sophie to look up. “Parker, what are you up to?” The grifter asked when she saw the small devilish smile trying to break through on Parkers face. The first smile she’s seen on the girl in days.

“Well, he’s gonna need practice, so I thought I’d give him something to read.”

Glancing at the laptop screen Sophie smiled at the simple sentence.

“Alec wears pink panties.”

Well it beat See Spot run. Sophie pulled the laptop closer, typing in her own sentence.

“Nate hides Kinky things under his bed.”

The world around them may be falling apart, but Sophie had no doubt that as long as the five of them stuck together, they would make it through anything.

* * *

Eliot sat at his kitchen table. The remains of his breakfast pushed aside as he concentrated on the small binder. There were still a few letters that were giving him trouble, clearly it would take a while before he mastered grade/level 1 Braille but he was reading, albeit slowly. It took all his concentration to maintain a even pressure while slowly moving his finger across the raised dots. The task of reading made more difficult by his brain's need to switch gears between processing each letter and converting them to words. Eliot’s eyebrows drew together and he tilted his head as he tried to make sense of what he just read. A second, slower pass and he barked out a laugh. Forgetting the book for the moment he fished out his cellphone and began dialing.

“Hello?”

“Sophie darlin’ , when I said I didn’t want to see what was under Nate’s bed…..well um, I didn’t want to read about it either.”


[identity profile] moonchildfic.livejournal.com 2009-12-15 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
I'm torn between a squeel of glee and an aww and an ouch. Is there any way to combine the three? Sqouww?

Sqouww.

Sqouww is now offically a word, I'm an English major so I'm allowed to make decrees like that.

New words aside that was awesome. I wonder if I could tempt you to write more... *ponders methods of bribery*

[identity profile] deanangst.livejournal.com 2009-12-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
You're an english major..are you sure that Squeel wasn't a Squeel of pain after being subjected to the grammer, spelling, and other errors. Spelling and grammer were never my friends, in school they laughed and taunted me. I think there was even pointing of fingers.

I'm glad you liked. As for bribery.. blink blink...Just keep writing, what ever muse grabs you. Either way I win.

[identity profile] moonchildfic.livejournal.com 2009-12-15 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
There was some definant spelling and grammer pointing fingers in my direction going on, still is. Ever heard of the saying "Those who can do, those who can't teach"? For some reason my family keeps saying that whenever the subject of my major (well, education major with a focus on English so it rounds out to being sort of a double major. My college is weird like that) comes up. I think they're making a comment about the ironies of a borderline dislexic girl with a rather sever hatred toward grammer (and high school) want to be a high school english teacher.

Oh, I'll keep writing, that much is a given... though I feel awsome for my writing meaning you get a win. I like causing people to win.

[identity profile] scout-lover.livejournal.com 2009-12-18 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, it took me a while, and the thing kinda ran away with me, but here (http://scout-lover.livejournal.com/20053.html#cutid1) it is!