Monday - Manners

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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.

theme=manners

Comments

Was this what you were thinking? ;)

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

“On the table? This table? You’re joking!” Elizabeth stared at the enormous structure, in the still more enormous Hall of the Brethren.

“Not at all,” Jack said, with a chuckle. “Saw ‘em goin’ at it with me own eight-year-old eyes. Gave me a start, I can tell you. Thought Teague was offering Mum violence, ‘til she laughed. Good thing she did – if I’d broke in at such a moment he’d’ve had me hide.”

“Oh, dear! How awful!” Elizabeth gaped at Jack, feeling her color rising.

“It was then. Not so much now.” He reached up and stroked her cheek with one long, cool finger. “Perhaps you’d like a brief demonstration, my liege? In my role as maîtresse en titre?”

She blushed hotter, and pursed her lips trying not to laugh. What a scoundrel he was! She glanced at the table, at the edges of the Hall, replete with shadows. Then straight at Jack. “I think not. Too many ghosts – and maybe more than ghosts, as you’ve pointed out. But perhaps a lengthier demonstration, in my quarters?”

“You do have a table.” His eyes gleamed.

“I have a bed, too,” Elizabeth replied, a little tartly, but grinned and led the way.


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Re: Was this what you were thinking? ;)

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

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!)

Re: Was this what you were thinking? ;)

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

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