"Take the Way Home That Leads Back to Sullivan Street...

[psalm_onethirtyone]

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.

Comments

[ren-aleria.livejournal.com]

10 finds 1 and 13 in a compromising position, but they have a perfectly good and innocent explanation about why they were found naked in the gazebo with those silk scarves...

8 betrayed 14's deepest, darkest secret...

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

His dark forehead furrows into a frown, his dark beard twitches with what might be anger and might be trying not to laugh at them. Kaylee squeaks and pulls a scarf over her breast quickly. "Oh, Captain!"

Rina is blushing too hard to speak, clinging to Kaylee's arm as tight as she can and nearly breathless from the effort.

"What in holy Shiva's name is this?" he asks, in his gruff voice.

"We were practicin'," Kaylee manages. "We were gettin' ready. Um. 'Cause there's this Old Earth festival and we thought it would be shiny to try and do it--"

Nemo rolls his eyes and heads back to the Nautilus, parked on the curve of the hill, all cylinders ready to fire.

Rina gasps. "We should get dressed."

"But we ain't finished practicin'!" She grabs another scarf and drapes it over her middle. "We gotta finish first."

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Harbert pales. "I didn't know, miss. I didn't know--"

And she stands there, her brown hands at her sides, her dark eyes silently accusing, as silent and never-still as the ocean on a wind-still day, never-still and accusing, and as he looks at her Harbert finds himself unable to speak, the words stopped up in his throat.

"No one knew," she says. "No one knew."