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I've seen this around quite a bit, notably from
sgflutegirl and
ratherastory.
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
And I'd say any fandom I've written for would be fair game.
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Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
And I'd say any fandom I've written for would be fair game.
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:05 pm (UTC)Just kidding. How about: Billy and baseball (any aspect - the game... the bat... ;)
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:17 pm (UTC)And...
Rick thinks he’s going to die here.
At least, he thinks that until the man holding a gun on him goes down hard and Billy is standing over him, looking with satisfaction at the baseball bat in his hand.
“I think I’m beginning to understand the power of the American pastime,” he says as he reaches out a hand and hefts Rick to his feet and to safety.
Or....
Billy comes to, his head aching and memory skipping over parts of the mission, and he asks, "What happened?"
Michael leans down, steadying him as the world spins; he says, "You got clocked with a baseball bat."
Billy winces, reaching up to feel the bloody knot on his head as he says, "You Yanks and your damn love of baseball!"
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:29 pm (UTC)And...
Again, two scenarios! And again, awesome! (The mental picture of Billy standing triumphant and tall, a baseball bat on his shoulder is particularly nice. :D)
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:41 pm (UTC)Billy grimaces, head still throbbing and his chest constricting painfully as he replies, "I did manage to avoid the man wielding the baseball bat."
Casey snorts, presses down on Billy's ribs until something shifts, and adds, "What, you think you get a cookie for that? You ducked right into the path on that oncoming unicycle!"
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:46 pm (UTC)LOVE.
YOU.
And this wins EVERYTHING. FOREVER.
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:47 pm (UTC)I'm having way too much fun. And being a generally horrible mom right now!!!
But, really. Cookies! Unicycles! How can I resist?
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Date: 2011-12-14 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-14 12:20 pm (UTC)Sam cranes his neck, rubbing absently at it while he tries to make sense of this new place they're in; they were chasing a Black Dog through the woods before falling and crashing, then this.
Next to him, Dean groans, squinting around as he asks, "Where the hell are we?"
The terrain is foreign to Sam but not exactly ominous, and he shakes his head, gathering a breath to say, "I don't know, but it can't be any worse than where we've been."
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Date: 2011-12-14 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-14 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-14 03:56 pm (UTC)Like I said - my brain = strange place. :-)
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Date: 2011-12-15 08:22 am (UTC)Very random, but:
ODS meets the team from Chuck. =D
And something to do with medieval fighting? =D
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Date: 2011-12-15 12:52 pm (UTC)"No, really," Chuck yells while he lifts his sword to defend himself again and again (and again!), "we're on your side!"
The short man wielding a matching sword from the museum Chuck's infiltrated does not look convinced; instead, he grimaces, bearing down and attacking Chuck with fresh ferocity as he growls, "Why would our government trust our national security to someone who looks like a computer repair nerd?"
Chuck falters, but can't obviously disagree and he wonders while watching this short, angry man if Sarah Walker is truly the only sane government operative in the world; it doesn't matter, though, because this man is going to kill him and botch both their missions, so Chuck scuttles backwards and yells, "Casey, Sarah -- HELP!"
OR (this one is more Chuck S4 range but sans medieval fighting)
Michael has had some strange missions in his day, but he's pretty sure that this one takes the cake; shaking his head, he says, "You're saying he's the most important asset to American security?"
Next to him, Billy is grinning like an idiot, Rick is staring wide-eyed, and Casey is scowling; in short, they're taking this better than Michael is.
The bulky man across from them grunts while the blonde rolls her eyes impatiently and the skinny kid in question shifts nervously from foot to foot; the stocky agent smirks and says, "Now you know how I've felt for the last four years."