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Monday - Manners

Hi everyone! I'm

trinityday and I'll be your guest host this week.

Today's theme is manners.

Ps & Qs. Social graces. Poise and deportment. Some people's default mode is to be polite. Others... not so much. So tell us about your characters following proper etiquette, their mishaps, everything that has to do with manners in general.

For the sake of our code monkeys, please remember not to go crazy and to limit yourself to 3 prompts per genre and 5 prompts in a row total. If your prompts get answered, then feel free to leave some more later in the day.

Spoilers are not allowed in your prompts until a week (7 days) has passed from the original air date. If there are spoilers in your fic, please remember to warn people by bolding and leaving at least 3 spaces.

Also, remember to thank your fic provider. Not only is it the nice thing to do, but it often helps encourage them to write even more.

The proper formatting for leaving your prompts is as follows, the third example being for crossovers:

Harry Potter, Lily/James, it's polite to reciprocate oral sex
Doctor Who, Doctor/Donna, the correct form of greeting on Earth in the 73rd century
Torchwood/Highlander, Methos/Jack, the proper etiquette for attending your own funeral

If none of today's prompts catch your eye, there's always the Lonely Prompts list to look through.

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Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Sophie, ladies first

Oh my! Now that's my kind of worship.

DCU, Roy Harper/Dick Grayson or Tim Drake. It’s rude to touch another man’s bow uninvited.

In this case, obvious = awesome.
It's exactly what I was looking for, and I love the last line :D

(A/N: Sorry, there was a typo in the last version)
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Technically, the wings of all angels, fallen or not, are the same. 20-foot wingspans, covered in long white feathers.

It’s just that when they fell, they ended up in a place full of brimstone and sulphur and ash. A lot of ash. It’s hard to keep wings clean when there is that much ash floating around. Demons had to come up with a careful system of combs and shampoos to keep them clean.

Crowley has a long row of conditioners in his shower to keep his feathers long, strong and healthy looking. He has a complete collection of combs* and a complex arrangement of mirrors so he can see what he’s doing. He washes them every week, and spends a day every month doing the fiddly bits.

Aziraphale’s wings have not been thoroughly cleaned since 1950, and Crowley swears the book-dust is giving him asthma.

*Arranged by order of size, with the long one to reach the little feathers in the middle of his back at one end, and the small one for detailing at the other.

You are awesome and this is love. ^_^

I can't even begin to tell you how much I like it! Hot, funny and did I mention hot? Hot as hell? Did I?

Betsy should learn to appreciate the little things in life. Like a nap in the middle of a hot afternoon or mutliple orgasms :P

Thank you for this! :)

Ohhh I must comment on this - this is soo brilliant! I can just about imagine Merlin feeling unsure whether if Arthur was genuine or not. Brilliant! :)

~poor Joey indeed~ I remember that episode where Joey threw Chandler out of Phoebe's cab on the bridge after the little game. I just wanted someone to take that further...hopefully someone will! :)

Better than what I was thinking! (But then, what you come up with so often is.) Love that Jack went from describing a bad childhood memory to wanting to re-enact it.

(Also, now you get to go and leave prompts of your own on Tuesday's post!)

This is just awesome!

(warning for non-existent sex, OOCs, and odd!plots) *goes away to preemptively hide*

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"So." Mac shifted in his seat as the curtain dropped for the intermission.

"Yes. So." Danny nodded.

"What do you think?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Is this something Stella would like, you think?"

"I suppose?" Danny said, stretching his leg as far as the seat in front of him would permit. Around them, people were standing up and haring off in search of refreshments and toilets. "The seat isn't bad. The view to the stage is relatively unimpeded."

"Why are we watching this again?"

"Because Detective I'm-an-opera-buff-smitten-with-Stella-and-you-owe-me-a-goddamn-favor from New Jersey apparently collects?"

"Now I remember."

"I still don't understand why you dragged me into this mess. I don't owe him anything. And at the moment I don't owe Stella anything, either."

"That's true," Mac said, standing up. He looked down at Danny who was still sitting and gestured for the younger man to stand up, too. "You owe me, though."

"Owe you for what?"

"Drinks?" Mac offered, as they walked down to the bar.

"No can do, boss. I can pay for the drinks myself."

"Right, of course," Mac said. He looked a bit subdued and distracted, he seemed to have missed the right turn leading to the bar room.

"Bar's that way."

"We're not going to the bar."

"We're not?"

"No."

"Okay?" Danny drawled, following his boss curiously. "So."

"Yes. So."

"What do I owe you for exactly?" Danny asked, as they walked down a slightly deserted corridor.

Mac stopped and turned around to face his charge, a small smile playing on his lips. He then walked a short distance, to a door with an "Out of Order" sign hanging off a handle. He took out a small key and slid it home.

He led Danny in. "You owe me for this, I think," Mac said as he locked the door behind them.

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The raucous applause from the theater proper filtered through the corridors and under the doors. Danny stood in front of the sink, arms spread against cold porcelain, studying his profile.

Flushed cheeks, bright eyes, swollen lips. His tie had been accidentally flushed down the toilet by Mac somewhere in the middle of their... their... Is there a name for this, by the way?

They had managed to christen each and every bowl in the toilet during the second half of the opera, and Mac was sedately smug.

"This is unlike you," Danny addressed Mac through the reflection in the mirror.

In it, Mac was straightening his suit, combing his hair into place with those fingers, smiling quietly.

"I don't do this often, yes."

"What is this, Mac?"

"What is what?"

"This," Danny gestured, trying to encompass the whole situation in a sweep of his arms.

"Told you. It's for Detective Wilson."

"Opera? Out-of-order toilets?" Danny asked. "Really?"

"Yes, hard to believe, isn't it?"

"Obviously!" Danny stared at his own reflection. "So."

"So."

"What's the verdict? I can hardly picture Stella as an opera person, much less a girl willing to be dragged into an out-of-order but not really out of order toilet on her first date."

"I rather thought so, too," Mac said, twisting the tap and washed his hands in that highly efficient way of his. "But then, such was the brief. And the guy's very exacting, as you know," Then it was the hand dryer, then it was the door.

Soon, they were back out on the corridor, in the middle of a modest stream of people going home after a good night out at the operas.

"The report would read?" Danny asked, as they stepped out onto the pavement, cold spring night greeting him with a tug of his coat.

"Good singers, good toilet, all in good working order."

"Good?" Danny asked, as he tried to sidestep a swerving bicycle.

"And with the correct person: Great."

"Am I considered a correct person, then?"

"To some men."

"Are you 'some men'?" Danny asked again, complete with requisite hand gestures.

"Am I?"

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They walked in silence all the way back to the office, which was actually quite far. But they didn't seem to notice.

At the sliding glass doors, they stopped and regarded each other. The door slid open as Flack stepped out. "So, did the opera speak to the Italian soul within you?" he asked Danny.

"Well," Danny said, clearing his throat for longer than necessary. "Well. I don't know. We'll have to go again right, boss?"

Mac offered no answer, merely gesturing noncommittally. Danny gave a side way glance and hated himself for it. Mac's stoic mask was slowly being put back in place. Gone was the Mac of the Opera, he wondered if he could get it back.

"We should take you with us sometime, don't we? Give you the whole Mac Taylor experience. What do you think, boss?"

Mac still didn't offer any response, but Danny was a self-styled expert Mac-reader, and his gut feeling told him that Mac would not be entirely too averse to the idea.

He smiled at Flack and Mac and stepped inside the building with a "I think there's evidence with my name on it, already waiting for me" and a "talk to you guys later, okay?"

I suppose I shall take that as a compliment. :-)

Oooh, thank you! So glad you enjoyed! If I can now leave prompts, I'd better get to it, hadn't I?

<3 Thank you! And Crowley maybe instead of complaining about it you should offer to help. XD

Yay! I love it. It totally feels like that was a missing scene from the show. Thanks for writing!

Oooh. Very nice. Thanks muchly for filling this!!

Clearly Crowley needs to introduce Aziraphale to the wonders of his bathroom.

This was cute.

Sorry, I have no fill but I snickered when I read your prompt. *hee*

Lol! Hehehe! I have no words. This is just awesome! Thankyou so much for this! I'm ill and you have just made my day (even though it is painful to laugh, ow!) Hilarious and intense and exciting and with backstory and well rounded. I feel so lucky! Thankyou x

:D Thank you!

You're welcome :) Glad you liked it!

I envision that Crowley has a magnificent bathroom full of marble and shiny fittings.
:)

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