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[vivien]

Things is slow. And I mean, slooooow.

Drabble prompt me? They might be only a few sentences long, but I needs some distraction. Fandoms - HP, BtVS, LotR, Gaiman-verse, Discworld (Ankh-Morpork and Lancre folks), Milliways canon, and hey, I'll even try Lost, just for Gwynne. :-P

ETA: Also Narnia. Helloooo, brain!

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[darthrami.livejournal.com]

I don't know that I have any prompts. ommm. But I can dance for you! or. uh. hrm.

[agonistes]

*eyes you*

Write me Kaylee and Mr. Wednesday?

Alternately, Roland and herald!Ingress.

[newredshoes]

Viktor Krum meets Bela Talbot!

[vivien]

Bela spied the stranger from behind. The first thing she noticed was his broad shoulders. Yum. She liked well-muscled men. She slipped onto the barstool beside him and proceeded with the usual "getting to know you" Milliways banter.

"You're a wizard?" she purred, as that particular point came up. "I didn't know wizards were into the whole athletic look. The ones I've met tend to be the pale, bookish type."

"Ah, yes, many vizards are. I, however, am a Quidditch star of vorld-reknown."

"Oh, really?" Bela tossed her hair back and smiled, a predator honing in on its prey. "Do tell me more, Viktor."

[gramarye1971]

I always love Tom and Merriman, so...something involving them talking about Muggle/mortal stereotypes of magic users. ^_^

[miraielle.livejournal.com]

NARNIA.

[ceitfianna]

Seconds!!

[vivien]

Finally!

[vivien]

The study at Cair Paravel was hot and stuffy on this late spring day, and the young Kings and Queens of Narnia were bent over their studies as set by Mr. Tumnus and Professor Sindwinkle. Lucy puffed out her cheeks in limp frustration as she started answering a new row of calculations. Edmund had fallen asleep, his history book covering his face, and Susan was nodding off over hers. Peter set down his quill and walked to the window.

They had only been Kings and Queens for two years, and while Peter knew how important it was to be educated, the day was simply too fine to be sitting inside.

"Right, that's enough studying for today," he said.

Edmund woke with a snort, flailing his arms as if armies might be invading. "What?"

Susan put down her book and rubbed her eyes. Lucy leapt to her feet. "Oh, good!" she said, clapping her hands.

"Come on, everyone," Peter said, reaching a hand down to help Susan out of her armchair. "Last one to the swimming cove is a rotten egg." He took off, running pellmell through the hall, whooping, with his siblings close on his heels.

After some time had passed and thorough searches of the castle made, Mr. Tumnus made his way down to the secluded cove below Cair Paravel in search of the wayward monarchs. "There you are," he said, somewhat exasperated. "Your majesties, really." He picked up one of the girls' dresses, shaking off the sand as he carefully laid it over a bush. "Swimming in your small clothes? Abandoning your studies?"

Lucy grinned up at the faun from where she paddled. "It's nicer in the water," she said.

"We can always study later, when it's cooler," said Susan, floating on her back with her eyes closed.

Edmund emerged from under the water with a great splash. "Ha, Peter, I dove deeply enough," he said, brandishing a shell. "Oh, hullo, Tumnus. Do join us. The water's brilliant."

"King Peter," said Tumnus, his voice imploring the High King to return to more appropriate conduct.

Peter smiled wickedly and splashed the faun.

"Peter, that was beastly," said Lucy, scrambling onto the rocks where the faun stood sputtering. "If you want Mr. Tumnus to get wet, you should do things properly." She took Mr. Tumnus' hands and stepped back off the rocks, pulling Mr. Tumnus into the water with her.

A few hours later, the Pevensies and Mr. Tumnus dragged themselves back to the castle, dripping and happily tired. It had been the perfect way to spend the day.

[ceitfianna]

*applauds a lot*

[aisforamy]

Can you do a Small Gods one? Something with Brutha?

[vivien]

I haven't read that one yet. :(

Do yuo have another choice?

[aisforamy]

Awww. You SHOULD. It's really a wonderful story! I'm biased, because it's the only Discworld one I've ever read.

How about a drabble about Charlie Weasley?

[vivien]

With a Temeraire crossover added in!

"So you're saying your dragon speaks with you? Merlin, what I would give to know what ours are thinking," said Charlie, leaning back in his chair. "Laurence, you're a lucky fellow, you are. You'll have to take me to see your dragons one of these days."

"I should like to introduce you to Temeraire; I think he'd like you, Weasley," said Captain Laurence, "although I can't rightly claim him as mine. He'd definitely let you know what he was thinking."

Charlie shook his head in wonder. "Dragons. They're magnificent creatures, in my world or in yours." He raised his pint of lager in toast.

Laurence tapped his glass of sherry against the beer stein. "Here, here."

[aisforamy]

Oooh! Very nice!

[skygiants]

Ingress and Mary on a double date! :D? You can decide who with! But they do not necessarily have to be current Milliwaysians, because I would not Limit you like that. *virtuous*

[muji]

I would. :O!

[vivien]

Muahahaha.... (Happy Days come to Milliways)

Ingress stared at the tube of lipstick. "I don't know; isn't this too red?"

Mary glanced at it. "It does seem rather more vivid than would be appropriate." She shrugged. "But that's Lilly for you."

Ingress applied it, smacking her lips together to smooth the red. "Huh. Not so bad," she said, preening in front of the mirror. "So this prom we're going to - it's a dance? Do you think they'll have food? I'm starving." Ingress was in the midst of another growth spurt.

"I don't know," said Mary, adjusting the itchy crinolines under her skirt. "All I know is these boys owe us a huge favor. Wearing this brassiere alone will cost them dearly."

"It is awfully pointy," Ingress said, looking down at her conical bosoms. "But it's just for one night, and they did seem awfully pathetic and very sweet." Her hair was brown for the night, although Tom wasn't the one who'd done the charm. He didn't need to know they were going out with boys. Especially not boys from the America of his original time.

"I owe you, too," Mary said with a somewhat quieter voice, "for sticking you with the one called Potsie. I just can't bear the thought of dancing with someone called Potsie."

Ingress laughed. "I think he's nice. So's Richie, for that matter. Unusual names don't phase me, but I'll take you up on that favor you owe me." Her eyes glinted with mischief.

"Shall we?" Mary said with a sigh.

"We shall!" replied Ingress. Arm and arm they went off to meet their prom dates.

[skygiants]

*giggleFITs*

Poor Potsie! They should count themselves lucky Mary deigned to accompany them at all. *great dignity*

[wakeupnew]

Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar have a strange target. I can come up with some wacky crossover for the target, if you want, but I'd be interested to see who you pick. :D

[vivien]

Mr. Croup placed the phone back on its cradle. "Mr. Vandemar, are you ready for an excursion of the most marvelous and precipitous kind?"

Mr. Vandemar threw his knife at a passing rat, skewering it through the middle. "Who do we get to kill?"

"Oh, this one will be fun. He's a spy and fancies himself quite the fellow."

Mr. Vandemar grunted. "What's our unfortunate victim's name?"

"Bond," grinned Mr. Croup. "James Bond."

[genarti]

Vimes meets Tom Riddle.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

I have some pretty nice prompts over at 815survivors that you should feel free to use for any fandom, not necessarily just Lost. They're simple quotes designed to get you (yes, ALL OF YOU IN PARTICULAR) thinking about characters.

But if you really want me to prompt you for a Lost drabble, here goes: give me Dan Faraday's first reaction as the freighter explodes. (Beyond "oh, shit," that is.)

[flyakate]

Ummm, Richard's life in London Below, after?

(just reread the book and am now rewatching the BBC miniseries!)