3 sentence ficathon - fills!
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beer_good_foamySo the 3 sentence ficathon is chugging along nicely, up to 17 pages of prompts right now. Go join in the fun!
I'm going to have to focus on my whichwillow fic and possibly a holiday fic over the next few days, but here are the ones I've filled so far:
CQD
Prompt: Stand Still Stay Silent, Any Prologue Character(s), radio signals
From the bridge of the V/S Þor, Árni has seen so many boats by now; from the big cruiseliners that barely notice the waves to tiny open dinghys beating their spray-soaked way west across the ocean, navigating by hope and rumour, desperate for sanctuary.
"ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE - PLEASE TURN YOUR VESSEL AROUND - WE WILL OPEN FIRE - ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE - PLEASE TURN YOUR VESSEL AROUND - WE WILL OPEN FIRE - ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE…"
At least some of them seem to hear him, fewer still believe him and turn back to a dark ocean and the dying world beyond.
Greasy Spoon
Prompt: Agent Carter, any, dive
"Look, English, I know this diner isn't... uh... I dunno, Lord Ffyfington-Smythe's Tea Room, but just being a little greasy doesn't make it a 'dive'!"
"Very well, Angie Martinelli, I apologise to you, your illustrious employer, and the State of New York for my horrific faux pas, and... you know, I have to ask, exactly what does make a place a dive?"
"Oh, you know," Angie grinned and cast a quick look at the other patrons before leaning forward and whispering in Peggy's ear, "stick around after closing and see what goes down..."
Itchy Bitchy Teenie Weenie
Prompt: Star Wars; Obi-Wan Kenobi; “I hate sand”
"Ah yes, Luke, that sand gets everywhere including your underwear, and for the first eight years I lived out here I hated every second of it too."
"What Master Obi-Wan is saying, Master Luke, is that he's no longer wearing any - "
"Yes, thank you, Threepio, I got it."
In Stitches
Prompt: Person of Interest; Root, Shaw or Root/Shaw; ugly sweaters
It's not that she doesn't trust Root (which is annoying in and of itself) when she says she had the Machine come up with a sweater pattern that makes the wearer invisible to surveillance systems; she just doesn't understand why that means it has to be red and green and feature very odd-looking reindeer.
"...And remember, it's the only one in the world and every stitch is a complicated code, so try not to get blood on it and bring it back here afterwards and I'll help you out of it, OK sweetie?"
Shaw tries to ignore that smug grin and focuses on how she'll get to shoot people tonight.
Never Enough
Prompt: The West Wing (TV), any, watching (real world) White House politics in 2018.
Lord Marbury's hand shook noticeably as he put down his glass and pinched the bridge of his nose. He shook his head as if to clear it, then looked back at the TV set, groaned, and shut it off. "I suppose that settles it," he sighed, "even I can't get drunk enough."
I'm going to have to focus on my whichwillow fic and possibly a holiday fic over the next few days, but here are the ones I've filled so far:
CQD
Prompt: Stand Still Stay Silent, Any Prologue Character(s), radio signals
From the bridge of the V/S Þor, Árni has seen so many boats by now; from the big cruiseliners that barely notice the waves to tiny open dinghys beating their spray-soaked way west across the ocean, navigating by hope and rumour, desperate for sanctuary.
"ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE - PLEASE TURN YOUR VESSEL AROUND - WE WILL OPEN FIRE - ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE - PLEASE TURN YOUR VESSEL AROUND - WE WILL OPEN FIRE - ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE…"
At least some of them seem to hear him, fewer still believe him and turn back to a dark ocean and the dying world beyond.
Greasy Spoon
Prompt: Agent Carter, any, dive
"Look, English, I know this diner isn't... uh... I dunno, Lord Ffyfington-Smythe's Tea Room, but just being a little greasy doesn't make it a 'dive'!"
"Very well, Angie Martinelli, I apologise to you, your illustrious employer, and the State of New York for my horrific faux pas, and... you know, I have to ask, exactly what does make a place a dive?"
"Oh, you know," Angie grinned and cast a quick look at the other patrons before leaning forward and whispering in Peggy's ear, "stick around after closing and see what goes down..."
Itchy Bitchy Teenie Weenie
Prompt: Star Wars; Obi-Wan Kenobi; “I hate sand”
"Ah yes, Luke, that sand gets everywhere including your underwear, and for the first eight years I lived out here I hated every second of it too."
"What Master Obi-Wan is saying, Master Luke, is that he's no longer wearing any - "
"Yes, thank you, Threepio, I got it."
In Stitches
Prompt: Person of Interest; Root, Shaw or Root/Shaw; ugly sweaters
It's not that she doesn't trust Root (which is annoying in and of itself) when she says she had the Machine come up with a sweater pattern that makes the wearer invisible to surveillance systems; she just doesn't understand why that means it has to be red and green and feature very odd-looking reindeer.
"...And remember, it's the only one in the world and every stitch is a complicated code, so try not to get blood on it and bring it back here afterwards and I'll help you out of it, OK sweetie?"
Shaw tries to ignore that smug grin and focuses on how she'll get to shoot people tonight.
Never Enough
Prompt: The West Wing (TV), any, watching (real world) White House politics in 2018.
Lord Marbury's hand shook noticeably as he put down his glass and pinched the bridge of his nose. He shook his head as if to clear it, then looked back at the TV set, groaned, and shut it off. "I suppose that settles it," he sighed, "even I can't get drunk enough."
