Monday: Gen/No pairings
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comment_ficmedjai_trowa here, and I'll be your guest host for this week :-)
Today we have Gen fic - that's right, no x-rated stuff. Just, oh, the Leverage crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high - or even the Firefly crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high. Or maybe it's a prank war at the SGC - go wild!
Important rule-y bit:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
If your fill contains spoilers, or you think it potentially could count as a spolier, please make sure sufficient space is left (with a warning) so that people can bypass it.
Please make sure that your prompts are in the following format:
Leverage, Parker + team, sugar high
Leverage/Firefly, Parker et al, sugar high
Stargate SG1, team, "SG1 did what to Feretti?"
Go wild, guys! XD
tag=nopairings tag=gen
Today we have Gen fic - that's right, no x-rated stuff. Just, oh, the Leverage crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high - or even the Firefly crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high. Or maybe it's a prank war at the SGC - go wild!
Important rule-y bit:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
If your fill contains spoilers, or you think it potentially could count as a spolier, please make sure sufficient space is left (with a warning) so that people can bypass it.
Please make sure that your prompts are in the following format:
Leverage, Parker + team, sugar high
Leverage/Firefly, Parker et al, sugar high
Stargate SG1, team, "SG1 did what to Feretti?"
Go wild, guys! XD
tag=nopairings tag=gen
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:18 am (UTC)The Ideal Snowball
Date: 2011-07-04 09:19 pm (UTC)***
Wes strolled into the conference room and sat down next to Hobbie. "The Ground Troops were talking about how good the snow was for snowballs," he led off, grinning at his good friend.
"So?"
"So? So, he asks!So, I talked to my counterpart Major Bren Derlin, kinda a know it all, and we're having a snowball fight at 15:00. Tell a friend! The reputation of all Fighter Jocks everywhere depends on you!" he announced and stood up, going to tell everyone.
"Why me?"
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Wes ducked down behind the makeshift trench that had been built while the ground guys stood in their weapons trench, looking smug.
"Have I mentioned recently how much I hate you?" Hobbie asked, shivering.
"No, but duly noted. Now. You know how to make a proper snowball, right?"
"Not really..."
"That is a shame. It's a crime really. If I ever meet your Mother, I will ask why she abused you."
"You will not or I will shoot you!"
"Anyway, this is how you do it. You gather it up and pack it down and then ta-da! You toss it!" he said as it nailed Major Derlin in the face.
Then all hell broke loose as they all started throwing their snowball ammo, pelting the Pilots with snowballs, causing a major loss for the Rebel Pilots.
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:32 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-07-24 12:02 pm (UTC)Kirk wouldn’t trade his captaincy for the world; flying through the stars and seeing what's out there is better than anything he could ever have dreamed of. But there are times when it's also utterly terrifying. He has more than four hundred lives under his command, and sometimes he can’t even look at them without being reminded of the consequences of failure.
Every time they meet an unknown situation, his crew - his crew, and he still can't quite get used to that - looks to him for guidance, and half the time he isn’t any more sure of the right answer than they are. But he's the captain, and they're depending on him, so he gives the orders and tries not to think about what will happen if he’s wrong.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:25 am (UTC)What is your icon quote from?
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Date: 2014-07-13 08:48 pm (UTC)“Come on, Desmond! Get up, or we’ll eat your deluxe breakfast.” Her tone is sharp but with a kind undertone, like Rosa’s. Her voice, which he can’t recall hearing before today, bounces off walls too spacious to belong to a small chamber in Claudia’s brothel. Was he drugged and taken somewhere by Borgia’s men? He spares a moment to worry about the fate of his mother and sister if that is the case, while the arm under his pillow seeks out the knife he hides there… and meets only linen. Unarmed yet not cuffed. His captors must be very confident. A man joins the woman in her conversation; their voices are at his back. He slits his eyes open while these people banter and he stares dumbfounded at the sight before him. He lies before the statue of Wei Yu, with his Medici cape and a sword within arm’s reach.
Even as his mind wonders about the presence of ivy and the sad state of the marble floor, he lunges for the sword and pivots to face his adversaries in a battle ready crouch. Though it effectively halts their conversation, he can’t begin his interrogation as his vision suddenly greys out and wavers around the edges. Ghostly images of both known and unknown events and vivid, solid memories alike overlap his vision in dizzying blurs as the headache peaks to abnormal heights. During his disorientation the strangers overpower him with shamefully ease and do in fact drug him with some foul smelling concoction.
The last thing he hears before darkness claims him makes no more sense than anything else they have uttered so far. The man curses. “He’s getting worse. Trust the idiot to take compartmentalising to the extreme.”
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Date: 2011-07-04 12:41 pm (UTC)Question, not a fill yet
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