Friday: Superstitions
Apr. 13th, 2012 01:58 pmAnd here we are at Friday. I'm still
badfalcon and today is my last day as guest host - thanks for having me, it's been a blast! :)
Today, considering it's Friday 13th, it's time for a little superstition in our lives. From not walking under a ladder or throwing salt over your shoulder, to not putting a hat on a bed or holding your breath as you go past a cemetary.
While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt
Here a Few Examples:
Supernatural, wee!chesters, You must hold your breath while going past a cemetery or you will breathe in the spirit of someone who has recently died.
Bones/CSI, Angela, If 3 people are photographed together, the one in the middle will die first.
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Today, considering it's Friday 13th, it's time for a little superstition in our lives. From not walking under a ladder or throwing salt over your shoulder, to not putting a hat on a bed or holding your breath as you go past a cemetary.
While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt
Here a Few Examples:
Supernatural, wee!chesters, You must hold your breath while going past a cemetery or you will breathe in the spirit of someone who has recently died.
Bones/CSI, Angela, If 3 people are photographed together, the one in the middle will die first.
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Date: 2012-04-13 02:04 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2012-04-14 07:21 pm (UTC)Crowley was horribly, morbidly fascinated by her. She was so blissfully ignorant of anything but the birds flocking around her. Good Lo- Dear me, how does she go through her days so placidly, he wondered.
He said aloud, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a friend, I think he'd like to sit there." He never was one to spare someone else an inconvenience.
The woman didn't seem to have heard him. "There's a rhyme about magpies, you know, dear," she tells him happily. "There's... three, four, oh, five here. That means Heaven."
"Does it," Crowley asked, not very interested. There was a minor miracle and another magpie fluttered down, hopping for the crumbs the old woman scattered a little farther out.
"Dearie me, six now. Hell," she pronounced.
Crowley smiled at the grey-clouded sky. "Much better."
Another magpie came down. The whole lot of them sorted themselves out of the pigeons and got into a neat line.
Crowley glared at them from behind his eyeglasses. He hadn't done that one.
"Seven! Oh, no, that's the Devil himself," the old lady clucked to herself. She made a superstitious sign and levered herself up, dumping out the rest of her crumbs. "I'm sorry, dearie, I hope that's not for you."
Crowley frowned at the magpies sternly and ignored the woman as her wandered off. For a bunch of stupid birds, they weren't much bothered when a long coat swept near them on the way to the bench.
Aziraphale sighed happily as he sank back onto the bench. He waved a hand and the magpies roared off in a flock. "Just one of my jokes, dear boy," he explained.
Crowley turned to transfer the glare onto him. "That isn't funny," he enunciated clearly. "There was every chance that You-Know-Who was about to interrupt one our meetings."
"Heaven forfend," Aziraphale said, almost too virtuously.
Grumpily, Crowley scuffed his shoes through the remnants of the crumbs, scattering the pigeons. "And you talk exactly like an ancient pigeon-feeding woman," he accused.
Aziraphale patted his hand and miracled himself up a bag of crumbs.
Re: Filled
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Date: 2012-04-13 02:37 pm (UTC)Claim - but no fill yet
Date: 2012-04-13 08:07 pm (UTC)Re: Claim - but no fill yet
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Date: 2012-04-13 02:49 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-04-14 12:37 am (UTC)Here (http://nevcolleil.livejournal.com/333937.html)
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Date: 2012-04-13 05:24 pm (UTC)No fill but
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Date: 2012-04-13 05:29 pm (UTC)BBC Sherlock Sherlock+John
Date: 2012-04-19 10:34 am (UTC)Sherlock is the opposite- his hands are always warm, but his heart is cold.
One day on a stake out, John begins rubbing his hands together, breathing on them, holding them under his armpits, anything to warm them up. Sherlock takes one of his blogger's hands in his own and rubs it until it's warm again, then repeats the procedure on the other. John smiles gratefully, and Sherlock is surprised to realize the old saying is true- his hands are cold now, but he's surprised to realize his heart has grown warm.
Re: BBC Sherlock Sherlock+John
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Date: 2012-04-13 05:32 pm (UTC)Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
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Date: 2012-04-13 05:42 pm (UTC)Fill : Banish the Demons
Date: 2012-04-14 08:01 am (UTC)The first time River starts throwing rice at their writhing bodies below from the metal rafters above, Kaylee thinks nothing of it; Simon's sister is full of odd notions, and at least this one is fairly harmless, which will be the last thing Simon will want to be once he stops blushing about what River caught them doing long enough to catch his erstwhile sibling.
It's odder still a few days later to find River has strung odd white bulbs around the galley after Serenity lifts off skyward from the arid planet of their most recent job, especially given how ever piece of River's mismatch clothing is inside out, and she's carefully spinning in circles and tossing precious salt over her shoulder- Mal will be furious- with apparent seriousness while counting upward in a lilting, child-like voice.
Time passes on, and River reacts strongly and mutters under her breath when Kaylee tries to lead those left of the crew in song following the consumption of a particularly strong home-brew traded for on Ariel in exchange for precious off-world supplies, and flat out shrieks and flees the room nattering about demons coming to visit when Jayne accidentally knocks a full set of cleaned silverware off the battered corner; River narrowly missing knocking their precariously balanced, slightly inebriated captain off his reclined chair on the way.
They all sit a spell in stunned silence as the wet dishcloth slops from Jayne's fingers to join the battered metal utensils on the floor, then Mal swears creatively as Simon- once again- chases his younger sister down the hall.
Kaylee figures simply she will never completely understand that girl, and wishes Inara was still here to commiserate with.
Re: Fill : Banish the Demons
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