Merry Chris-Fic!
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crossover_chick*is whapped soundly for the pun*
Anyway, have a parade of Ficness. First, the end of the Eighty-Eight Advent, though, as I said, this fic is 121 words long:
December 25:
“Hey. Having a merry Christmas?”
Vic looked up at Clockwork and RiftVictor. “Yeah, I am,” she nodded. “Got some really nice stuff. You?”
“We’re doing fine,” Clockwork confirmed, looking happily at the crowd of people in the Inkwell.
“Yes, I’m quite enjoying my first Christmas here,” RiftVictor confirmed with a smile of his own. “It’s lovely.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Clockwork’s eyes suddenly went upward. “Oh, look,” he said, smirking. “Mistletoe.”
Vic looked up and blushed. “Jeez, I didn’t even notice! I won’t make you, I promise.”
Clockwork and RiftVictor looked at each other. They both smiled. And then, with no warning, they both leaned down and kissed her. “Merry Christmas, Vic.”
Vic blushed bright red, then giggled. “Best Christmas ever.”
Aren't they just the sweetest boys EVER?! :D
And now, giftfics! They have a theme this year -- Unusual Presents. Hope you enjoy!
Ael:
“Duct tape?”
Ael looked at the large silvery roll, festooned with a green bow. “She got me – duct tape?”
Daniel, standing by her side, shrugged. “Don’t ask me. Why did she think you needed duct tape?”
“I haven’t the slightest--”
“Hey, when do I get an Overflow post?”
“Are you going to put me in anytime soon?”
“I’m bored, do something with me!”
“No, do something with me!”
“Are you ever going to let me leave Chicago? Or at least stop with this ‘abusive yet loving girlfriend’ business?”
“Why did you make me so early? Wouldn’t it have made more sense to do my journal shortly before you applied for me?”
“She made all of us too early, I think. Never gonna do anything with half of us, I bet.”
“Put me back in Overflow! I want to meet more people from books!”
“Hun, I know I’m dead and all, but there was this one song I heard the other day. . . .”
“Speaking of songs, mind playing more Nickelback? Jack and I want some fun time.”
Ael looked back at the roll. “. . . .Oooh.”
God knows I know about chatty headvoices. *eyes the RP group*
Gigs:
“Okay, this is new.”
Gigs held the small device in her hand, looking it over curiously. The 10th Doctor peered over her shoulder at it. “What is it?” he asked, pulling out his sonic screwdriver for a scan.
“According to the card, it’s ‘Professor Bunbury’s Wacky Weave Destabilizer,’” Gigs said, turning it over. “I – really don’t know what that means. Maybe it’s from something only she reads?”
“Probably,” the 10th Doctor agreed, scanning the device and frowning at the readout. “Hmmm. That’s odd. The internals are clockwork, but the way they work. . . .”
Gigs didn’t like the tone of the 10th Doctor’s voice. “Is it dangerous?” she said, quickly putting it down on the table just in case.
“Oh, no, no!” The 10th Doctor assured her with a grin. “Perfectly harmless. You see, you just attach it to someone like so--” He stuck the device onto his sleeve. “Wait for the timer to go off, and then--”
There was a loud POOF, and the 10th Doctor’s clothes suddenly vanished. He and Gigs both stared at his body. “Uh, yes,” he finished lamely. “Shouldn’t have tried it on myself, I think.”
Gigs facepalmed. “Oh, V. . . .”
“Well, at any rate, we can give them to Jack. He’ll enjoy them. Er, you wouldn’t happen to have a coat or something I could borrow. . . .”
It's from Girl Genius. I couldn't resist. :D
Moose:
“Uh-oh. The box has air holes.”
Moose eyed the package cautiously. “She wouldn’t send us anything dangerous, would she?” she asked OctoGeorge, standing by her side.
OctoGeorge shrugged with all his arms. “Not by her standards, but – well, you talk to her, you know how weird she is.”
“Yeah. But it’s usually a good weird.” Moose eyed the package for a moment more, then slowly undid the bow and took off the cover.
A man with very short brown hair stood up, clad in nothing but a pink frilly apron with his hands cuffed behind his back. “The hell?!” he said, looking around in confusion. “Where am I? That chick in the bar said I could make someone very happy, but I wasn’t expecting to be knocked out and put in a box!” He shifted a little, smirking. “Not that I’m not into the kinky stuff, but. . . .” He looked at his apron, then into the depths of the box, frowning. “God damn it. She could have left my jacket at least, I like my jacket. . . .”
“CAPTAIN JOHN HART!”
OctoGeorge facepalmed as Moose leapt on the startled Torchwood character. “Oh, it’s going to be a very weird Christmas. . . .”
Like I could do anything else after you told me about your latest crush. I'm sure you know the reasons behind the apron. :D
Tracey:
“Um, Vic?”
“Heylo?”
“Hey, it’s Tracey.”
“Oh, hi! How are you? Having a happy Christmas?”
“Yeah. That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. Your gift. . . .”
“Good, you did get it. I was kind of worried about it getting lost in the mail.”
“Uh, yeah. Listen, about it. . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t think I don’t appreciate the thought. Really. It was very nice of you.”
“Aww, thanks. It wasn’t really any trouble.”
“. . .It wasn’t?”
“No, they were pretty eager to go. Which isn’t surprising, given--”
“We can deal with that later. It’s just. . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Well, sending the psychotic version of Alice and this gun-happy girl called Mell to make my coworkers behave might not have been the best of plans. . . .”
Alice is American McGee's Alice, while Mell is the psychotic intern from Narbonic. I figured anything getting your coworkers to behave was a safe bet.
Ally:
“What is it what is it what is it”
“Hatter, be quiet and give her a chance to open it first!”
“But I want to know what it is!”
Ally couldn’t help a giggle at the overenthusiastic Hatter. “Doc’s right, you know,” she told him. “You do have to give me a minute to open it.”
“Then open it!” Hatter said, waving his arms about.
“And do it quickly, before he has a heart attack,” Ichabod said, eyeing the Hatter nervously.
Ally promptly tore off the paper and opened the box. She let out a happy squeal. “A new top hat! Purple, even!”
Doc rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. “Figures. Of course she knows how obsessed you are with Wonderland.”
“Hey, Wonderland’s awesome,” Ally said as Hatter nodded firmly. “Don’t forget, she’s got a version of you who’s a hatter.”
“I try not to think about that too much.”
“Aww, but you’re so cute in the--”
The hat suddenly moved. Everyone froze, staring at it. “What the--” Ally started, reaching for it.
A pair of long bird legs popped out the bottom. As everyone watched in shock, a large pink flamingo wriggled out of the hat, shaking the headgear off once it was free and flying away. The group watched it go, then eyed the hat. “I think we’d better call that hatter version of you, Doc,” Ichabod finally said. “Because I think we’ve got his hat by mistake.”
Since I couldn't do anything for your birthday, you get a Christmas/Yule fic. :D And naturally, it had to be Wonderland-flavored. Hope you like!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Anyway, have a parade of Ficness. First, the end of the Eighty-Eight Advent, though, as I said, this fic is 121 words long:
December 25:
“Hey. Having a merry Christmas?”
Vic looked up at Clockwork and RiftVictor. “Yeah, I am,” she nodded. “Got some really nice stuff. You?”
“We’re doing fine,” Clockwork confirmed, looking happily at the crowd of people in the Inkwell.
“Yes, I’m quite enjoying my first Christmas here,” RiftVictor confirmed with a smile of his own. “It’s lovely.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Clockwork’s eyes suddenly went upward. “Oh, look,” he said, smirking. “Mistletoe.”
Vic looked up and blushed. “Jeez, I didn’t even notice! I won’t make you, I promise.”
Clockwork and RiftVictor looked at each other. They both smiled. And then, with no warning, they both leaned down and kissed her. “Merry Christmas, Vic.”
Vic blushed bright red, then giggled. “Best Christmas ever.”
Aren't they just the sweetest boys EVER?! :D
And now, giftfics! They have a theme this year -- Unusual Presents. Hope you enjoy!
Ael:
“Duct tape?”
Ael looked at the large silvery roll, festooned with a green bow. “She got me – duct tape?”
Daniel, standing by her side, shrugged. “Don’t ask me. Why did she think you needed duct tape?”
“I haven’t the slightest--”
“Hey, when do I get an Overflow post?”
“Are you going to put me in anytime soon?”
“I’m bored, do something with me!”
“No, do something with me!”
“Are you ever going to let me leave Chicago? Or at least stop with this ‘abusive yet loving girlfriend’ business?”
“Why did you make me so early? Wouldn’t it have made more sense to do my journal shortly before you applied for me?”
“She made all of us too early, I think. Never gonna do anything with half of us, I bet.”
“Put me back in Overflow! I want to meet more people from books!”
“Hun, I know I’m dead and all, but there was this one song I heard the other day. . . .”
“Speaking of songs, mind playing more Nickelback? Jack and I want some fun time.”
Ael looked back at the roll. “. . . .Oooh.”
God knows I know about chatty headvoices. *eyes the RP group*
Gigs:
“Okay, this is new.”
Gigs held the small device in her hand, looking it over curiously. The 10th Doctor peered over her shoulder at it. “What is it?” he asked, pulling out his sonic screwdriver for a scan.
“According to the card, it’s ‘Professor Bunbury’s Wacky Weave Destabilizer,’” Gigs said, turning it over. “I – really don’t know what that means. Maybe it’s from something only she reads?”
“Probably,” the 10th Doctor agreed, scanning the device and frowning at the readout. “Hmmm. That’s odd. The internals are clockwork, but the way they work. . . .”
Gigs didn’t like the tone of the 10th Doctor’s voice. “Is it dangerous?” she said, quickly putting it down on the table just in case.
“Oh, no, no!” The 10th Doctor assured her with a grin. “Perfectly harmless. You see, you just attach it to someone like so--” He stuck the device onto his sleeve. “Wait for the timer to go off, and then--”
There was a loud POOF, and the 10th Doctor’s clothes suddenly vanished. He and Gigs both stared at his body. “Uh, yes,” he finished lamely. “Shouldn’t have tried it on myself, I think.”
Gigs facepalmed. “Oh, V. . . .”
“Well, at any rate, we can give them to Jack. He’ll enjoy them. Er, you wouldn’t happen to have a coat or something I could borrow. . . .”
It's from Girl Genius. I couldn't resist. :D
Moose:
“Uh-oh. The box has air holes.”
Moose eyed the package cautiously. “She wouldn’t send us anything dangerous, would she?” she asked OctoGeorge, standing by her side.
OctoGeorge shrugged with all his arms. “Not by her standards, but – well, you talk to her, you know how weird she is.”
“Yeah. But it’s usually a good weird.” Moose eyed the package for a moment more, then slowly undid the bow and took off the cover.
A man with very short brown hair stood up, clad in nothing but a pink frilly apron with his hands cuffed behind his back. “The hell?!” he said, looking around in confusion. “Where am I? That chick in the bar said I could make someone very happy, but I wasn’t expecting to be knocked out and put in a box!” He shifted a little, smirking. “Not that I’m not into the kinky stuff, but. . . .” He looked at his apron, then into the depths of the box, frowning. “God damn it. She could have left my jacket at least, I like my jacket. . . .”
“CAPTAIN JOHN HART!”
OctoGeorge facepalmed as Moose leapt on the startled Torchwood character. “Oh, it’s going to be a very weird Christmas. . . .”
Like I could do anything else after you told me about your latest crush. I'm sure you know the reasons behind the apron. :D
Tracey:
“Um, Vic?”
“Heylo?”
“Hey, it’s Tracey.”
“Oh, hi! How are you? Having a happy Christmas?”
“Yeah. That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. Your gift. . . .”
“Good, you did get it. I was kind of worried about it getting lost in the mail.”
“Uh, yeah. Listen, about it. . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t think I don’t appreciate the thought. Really. It was very nice of you.”
“Aww, thanks. It wasn’t really any trouble.”
“. . .It wasn’t?”
“No, they were pretty eager to go. Which isn’t surprising, given--”
“We can deal with that later. It’s just. . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Well, sending the psychotic version of Alice and this gun-happy girl called Mell to make my coworkers behave might not have been the best of plans. . . .”
Alice is American McGee's Alice, while Mell is the psychotic intern from Narbonic. I figured anything getting your coworkers to behave was a safe bet.
Ally:
“What is it what is it what is it”
“Hatter, be quiet and give her a chance to open it first!”
“But I want to know what it is!”
Ally couldn’t help a giggle at the overenthusiastic Hatter. “Doc’s right, you know,” she told him. “You do have to give me a minute to open it.”
“Then open it!” Hatter said, waving his arms about.
“And do it quickly, before he has a heart attack,” Ichabod said, eyeing the Hatter nervously.
Ally promptly tore off the paper and opened the box. She let out a happy squeal. “A new top hat! Purple, even!”
Doc rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. “Figures. Of course she knows how obsessed you are with Wonderland.”
“Hey, Wonderland’s awesome,” Ally said as Hatter nodded firmly. “Don’t forget, she’s got a version of you who’s a hatter.”
“I try not to think about that too much.”
“Aww, but you’re so cute in the--”
The hat suddenly moved. Everyone froze, staring at it. “What the--” Ally started, reaching for it.
A pair of long bird legs popped out the bottom. As everyone watched in shock, a large pink flamingo wriggled out of the hat, shaking the headgear off once it was free and flying away. The group watched it go, then eyed the hat. “I think we’d better call that hatter version of you, Doc,” Ichabod finally said. “Because I think we’ve got his hat by mistake.”
Since I couldn't do anything for your birthday, you get a Christmas/Yule fic. :D And naturally, it had to be Wonderland-flavored. Hope you like!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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Date: 2008-12-25 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-25 05:30 pm (UTC)And I saw, very nice. :D
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Date: 2008-12-25 06:28 pm (UTC)<3333
Date: 2008-12-25 08:37 pm (UTC)I'm actually working out a drawing for you. It's a little something, but I hope you enjoy it! It might be a tad late though, I hope you don't mind! ^_^
Re: <3333
Date: 2008-12-25 08:41 pm (UTC)Oooo, tanku! Take all the time you need. ^^
Woohoo!
A Capt. John Hart for my very own!
Although you'll have to send the jacket my way as well - I like it too! ;OD
And now I be embarrassed because I didn't get anything for you!
*Sends a large chunk of tropical weather your way for the Docs to enjoy!*
Re: Woohoo!
Date: 2008-12-26 12:49 am (UTC)*sends the jacket Western Union*
Aww, it's okay. *patpat*
LOL, I think it got here early Moose -- 53 F last night!
-Docs: *sun*-