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So.
anima_mecanique. As our resident Latin expert, I would like to make a special request. Specifically, I am working on a really dorky project and I was wondering if you could beta-read it for me. >_> Would that be okay?
Went on a two-hour walk/horseback ride (meaning I was walking, Mama and Maria were riding) to-day. Have blisters on feeeeets. Paiiiiin.
With the shameless encouragement of
mhari, I am posting this meme slightly edited:
1) Make a list of 15 characters and assign each character a number.
2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"
3) WRITE CRACKFIC BASED ON THESE QUESTIONS. :D So, basically, you invent insane questions and I write you weird little fics based on them.
GO GO GO.
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Went on a two-hour walk/horseback ride (meaning I was walking, Mama and Maria were riding) to-day. Have blisters on feeeeets. Paiiiiin.
With the shameless encouragement of
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1) Make a list of 15 characters and assign each character a number.
2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"
3) WRITE CRACKFIC BASED ON THESE QUESTIONS. :D So, basically, you invent insane questions and I write you weird little fics based on them.
GO GO GO.
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Date: 2008-04-11 02:40 am (UTC)5 has stolen something from 6, onoes!
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Date: 2008-04-12 04:03 am (UTC)"Goddammit, Jess, watch it," Mike snaps, looking around at the other people sitting around in the restaurant giving them dirty looks.
"Oh, yeah, right. Like you don't do that every time you get a chance. Listen, I really screwed up, okay. You need to help me."
"What now?"
"Okay, you know how I went as Sirius for Hallowe'en, right?"
"Right."
"And my costume was awesome."
"Yeah."
"Okay, it was apparently really realistic. Or maybe I'm just hot when I'm in drag. The point is--"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up, don't interrupt me. Okay, there's this really cute girl in my History class, okay? And, oh, my God, her costume was totally better than mine, even. She was a princess or something. She had this gown, right, like all the way to her feet, and her hair all done up, and this gorgeous necklace, but, I mean, the gown was like one of those renfaire type things--okay, so she looked awesome. And she kept hitting on me. Like, fuck, you know? She was totally flirting with me all night. And I kind of flirted back, because it was, you know, fun. And somebody spiked the Witches' Brew."
"Oh, Christ."
"Shut up! So--I think I told her where I'm staying. Because, see, one of her friends brought me a letter from her yesterday, and it's--oh, my God, Mike. Totally a love letter. With a bracelet. I mean--oh, my God. What am I gonna do? She totally has the hots for me, and I think she thinks I'm a guy!"
"I bet she doesn't."
"She totally does."
"So this is your big problem?"
"Yeah."
"Cry me a river, kid. Hey, excuse me, can we have the check?"
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Date: 2008-04-12 04:12 am (UTC)"Doctor?" Kaylee asks, making a worried face.
"The damned doctor stole my apligraf."