Short Stuff
Jul. 25th, 2008 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickI seem to be in a "random paragraphs" mood lately, rather than full-on entries. Hope you don't mind.
Anyway, work today was busy. Lot of Fridays, and we had a bunch of leftover Thursdays. We managed to get it all done in the end, though. Got myself a nice Chocolate Brownie Cookie Crunch milkshake after it all -- got hot in there today.
-VD: I think you're addicted to this new flavor.-
It's a GOOD flavor. I really hope it's not just a summer-only. That kind of flavor deserves to be year-round.
Not much done with fanfiction today, sadly. Though I got some edits on "The Gift and the Curse," which is good.
-OD: *nodnod* About time, yeah. Can we hope for an update soon?-
I'll try. I also figure I might as well post my drabbles88 -- it's really too short to do much with:
80. Blue
There was a loud screeching of tires as the blue car whipped into the parking lot. The girl at the wheel did a loop-de-loop of the lot at top speed, then a figure eight, before finally finishing off with a quick, almost action-movie-style slide up to the curb to park. She hit the brakes and turned to her companions with a bright grin. “So, what did you think?”
The four boys trapped in the car just stared at her for a long moment. Victor opened his mouth as if to speak – then suddenly whipped open the door and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the asphalt. Doc looked over at him, then back at Allysin. “I’m going to have to agree with my colleague.”
“Jesus! Where did you learn to drive, by watching The Dukes of Hazzard?” Marty demanded, looking slightly green himself.
“In my day, ve had horses, and zey vere plenty fast enough for us. Yeah, never thought I’d agree with you there, great-great-great-grandpa,” Fred muttered to himself.
Allysin snorted. “Sheesh. You’re all wimps.”
There was a moment of silence, then all four boys turned to glare at her. Allysin visibly wilted. “So – ah – who wants ice cream?”
-VD2: Allysin's a speed demon?-
Yup! The idea of somebody freaking Doc and friends out with some dangerous driving wouldn't go away, so I made it into a Multifandom Motley fic. The joke worked best with Ally -- and hey, character development is always good, right? Poor Victor got to be the one who threw up.
-TTV: -.- Though, to be honest, I probably would in that situation.-
-D: I'm surprised no one else did.-
-M: What's up with Fred?-
This is split-personality Fred from Psychonauts -- the one with the genetic memory of Napoleon. I thought it would be interesting for Changeling. I know I did an atrocious "French" accent for Napoleon, so don't bother to tell me.
-HD: Why is everyone glaring?-
She just accused Doc, Marty, Victor, and Fred of being wimps. Men who have been a) operated on, b) had their flesh forcibly resculpted, c) killed repeatedly, and d) had their mind split in two from having to do something they hate intensely, respectively. Yeah, I think she deserves the glaring. Especially on Marty's part, since Allysin's a Mirrorskin who's had HER shape shifted involuntarily.
-HD: That had better be very good ice cream.-
Only the best! Allysin's not that stupid.
In the Rift, stuff is happening. Funny stuff (such as an archangel catfight/foodfight), and some not-so-funny stuff (Aubrey getting shot when Romana decides to take out Malek). The latter has got me on the edge of my seat, honestly.
-RPD: *comes in, ghostly and exhausted*-
O.o! What happened to you?
-RPD: *looks at me* Rift!Doc is not happy.-
*winces* Yeah, I kinda figured. . . . I'll go calm him down.
-RPD: *snort* Good luck with that. Bring an umbrella. Or a boat.-
-TD: Give me a minute and I'll invent something that doubles as both.-
-HD: We need scones! More scones!-
Anyway, work today was busy. Lot of Fridays, and we had a bunch of leftover Thursdays. We managed to get it all done in the end, though. Got myself a nice Chocolate Brownie Cookie Crunch milkshake after it all -- got hot in there today.
-VD: I think you're addicted to this new flavor.-
It's a GOOD flavor. I really hope it's not just a summer-only. That kind of flavor deserves to be year-round.
Not much done with fanfiction today, sadly. Though I got some edits on "The Gift and the Curse," which is good.
-OD: *nodnod* About time, yeah. Can we hope for an update soon?-
I'll try. I also figure I might as well post my drabbles88 -- it's really too short to do much with:
80. Blue
There was a loud screeching of tires as the blue car whipped into the parking lot. The girl at the wheel did a loop-de-loop of the lot at top speed, then a figure eight, before finally finishing off with a quick, almost action-movie-style slide up to the curb to park. She hit the brakes and turned to her companions with a bright grin. “So, what did you think?”
The four boys trapped in the car just stared at her for a long moment. Victor opened his mouth as if to speak – then suddenly whipped open the door and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the asphalt. Doc looked over at him, then back at Allysin. “I’m going to have to agree with my colleague.”
“Jesus! Where did you learn to drive, by watching The Dukes of Hazzard?” Marty demanded, looking slightly green himself.
“In my day, ve had horses, and zey vere plenty fast enough for us. Yeah, never thought I’d agree with you there, great-great-great-grandpa,” Fred muttered to himself.
Allysin snorted. “Sheesh. You’re all wimps.”
There was a moment of silence, then all four boys turned to glare at her. Allysin visibly wilted. “So – ah – who wants ice cream?”
-VD2: Allysin's a speed demon?-
Yup! The idea of somebody freaking Doc and friends out with some dangerous driving wouldn't go away, so I made it into a Multifandom Motley fic. The joke worked best with Ally -- and hey, character development is always good, right? Poor Victor got to be the one who threw up.
-TTV: -.- Though, to be honest, I probably would in that situation.-
-D: I'm surprised no one else did.-
-M: What's up with Fred?-
This is split-personality Fred from Psychonauts -- the one with the genetic memory of Napoleon. I thought it would be interesting for Changeling. I know I did an atrocious "French" accent for Napoleon, so don't bother to tell me.
-HD: Why is everyone glaring?-
She just accused Doc, Marty, Victor, and Fred of being wimps. Men who have been a) operated on, b) had their flesh forcibly resculpted, c) killed repeatedly, and d) had their mind split in two from having to do something they hate intensely, respectively. Yeah, I think she deserves the glaring. Especially on Marty's part, since Allysin's a Mirrorskin who's had HER shape shifted involuntarily.
-HD: That had better be very good ice cream.-
Only the best! Allysin's not that stupid.
In the Rift, stuff is happening. Funny stuff (such as an archangel catfight/foodfight), and some not-so-funny stuff (Aubrey getting shot when Romana decides to take out Malek). The latter has got me on the edge of my seat, honestly.
-RPD: *comes in, ghostly and exhausted*-
O.o! What happened to you?
-RPD: *looks at me* Rift!Doc is not happy.-
*winces* Yeah, I kinda figured. . . . I'll go calm him down.
-RPD: *snort* Good luck with that. Bring an umbrella. Or a boat.-
-TD: Give me a minute and I'll invent something that doubles as both.-
-HD: We need scones! More scones!-
