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Tuesday: Texts From Last Night
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morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.
Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.
As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."
Crossovers:
Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"
theme=textsfromlastnight
morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing. Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.
As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."
Crossovers:
Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"
theme=textsfromlastnight
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It was a dark and stormy night on Avenue Q, forcing the residents indoors. Rod cast an annoyed look at the ceiling light, which flickered with each clap of thunder.
"Roo-oood!" Nicky yelled. "Have you seen the flash.." his voice was cut off by a sudden crash. "Got them!"
Rod suppressed a sigh, brewing a fresh pot of coffee, squinting to read the newspaper in between lightning flashes.
"Rod, have you seen the-"
"Top shelf!" Rod snapped.
"How did you know what I-"
It was then that the inevitable happened. The lights flickered, and went out...along with the power.
Nicky stumbled into the room, holding flashlights. "Power's out!" he announced.
"Everything's out," Rod grumbled. "Microwave, radio..." Before he could entertain the possibilities of a night with Nicky, with no distractions, a bed, and candlelight,a look of pure horror cast over the features of the blue, closeted gay homo-whatever.
"Internet!" Rod and Nicky exclaimed together.
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"NOOOOOOO!" The anguished howl broke over the crash of thunder. "Nooo. Me internet is no more," Trekkie stared, brokenly, at his dark screen. "No internet, no porn.." massive arms reached, enfolding his computer in a loving embrace, sobs wracking his furry frame. "Me no like this." He stroked his computer, heartbroken. "Come baack. Come baack."
Gary Coleman pulled a tool from his toolbelt, working frantically at the fuse box. All he knew was his residents were in danger.
Trekkie Monster was without porn.
God save them all.
I fail. I rushed it. Sorry
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I should see Avenue Q, shouldn't I?
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