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open_on_sunday's prompt "Prosper", and slightly inspired by this drabble by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a2zmom:
An Offer You Can't Refuse
The oldest active contract isn't with the British crown or the Vatican, as many assume; far from it. They're just the ones who never fail to pay. (Shi Huangdi cancelled all payments to afford the wall. Hammurabi's deal was reinstated in the 1990s AD after a brief interruption.)
Naturally, it's all very hush-hush; there's no "Watcher's Council" post in any national budgets nowadays. Continuity, consistency, safety are the keywords, and you can't risk elected plebs or revolutionaries asking questions. A few million, a few girls... You can't be expected to keep the world safe on a normal wage, can you?
Forshego2drakken, who wanted something with Wash in it, and inspired by some of the recent Dollhouse and Twilight discussions:
Two Points
"Wait, what are you... ooooh no you don't!" Wash wrestles the girl from the nav computer. It's surprisingly difficult; she's slippery like a cat, and keeps babbling hysterically about a calm before the storm or possibly the other way around. "SIMON! Your sister's being charming again!"
The others arrive, and before Simon manages to calm her down she points - to Mal, to Wash, to Simon, who knows - and yells that they can't keep them safe.
The hell I can't, Wash mutters as he resets the autopilot. The girl had plotted a course straight for reaver territory, how's that for safe?
open_on_sunday's prompt "Prosper", and slightly inspired by this drabble by a2zmom:An Offer You Can't Refuse
The oldest active contract isn't with the British crown or the Vatican, as many assume; far from it. They're just the ones who never fail to pay. (Shi Huangdi cancelled all payments to afford the wall. Hammurabi's deal was reinstated in the 1990s AD after a brief interruption.)
Naturally, it's all very hush-hush; there's no "Watcher's Council" post in any national budgets nowadays. Continuity, consistency, safety are the keywords, and you can't risk elected plebs or revolutionaries asking questions. A few million, a few girls... You can't be expected to keep the world safe on a normal wage, can you?
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shego2drakken, who wanted something with Wash in it, and inspired by some of the recent Dollhouse and Twilight discussions:Two Points
"Wait, what are you... ooooh no you don't!" Wash wrestles the girl from the nav computer. It's surprisingly difficult; she's slippery like a cat, and keeps babbling hysterically about a calm before the storm or possibly the other way around. "SIMON! Your sister's being charming again!"
The others arrive, and before Simon manages to calm her down she points - to Mal, to Wash, to Simon, who knows - and yells that they can't keep them safe.
The hell I can't, Wash mutters as he resets the autopilot. The girl had plotted a course straight for reaver territory, how's that for safe?
