I HAVE TO PACK!
however, while I'm doing that, I'd like to keep my poor lonesome livejournal busy with a game of Drabble Scrabble, as inspired by
elizile
how it works is this:
I: am going to list 10 words, all quite at random.
you (anyone who wishes to; more than one person can respond to any given set): are going to reply with a comment that is a drabble that incorporates at least 2 of the random words. any fandom, any pairing. or no pairing. or no fandom. heck, it doesn't even have to be a drabble; if you can use all 5-10 words in a single sentence, or if you can come up with a 2,000+-word story about these words, more power to you, and I will be rightly impressed. other options: a plot set-up, a haiku, a song, a limerick, a monologue, a random smattering of brainstorming phrases, pretty much anything else that strikes your fancy.
at the end of the comment, re-post the 10-word list, replacing the words that you used with words of your own choosing. players may then reply to your comment, following the same directions as delineated above.
most importantly, have fun! :D
words:
folklore, pharmacy, cheesecake, matador, strenuous, ill-advised, balance, llama, ladybug, pygmy
aaand... GO!
however, while I'm doing that, I'd like to keep my poor lonesome livejournal busy with a game of Drabble Scrabble, as inspired by
how it works is this:
I: am going to list 10 words, all quite at random.
you (anyone who wishes to; more than one person can respond to any given set): are going to reply with a comment that is a drabble that incorporates at least 2 of the random words. any fandom, any pairing. or no pairing. or no fandom. heck, it doesn't even have to be a drabble; if you can use all 5-10 words in a single sentence, or if you can come up with a 2,000+-word story about these words, more power to you, and I will be rightly impressed. other options: a plot set-up, a haiku, a song, a limerick, a monologue, a random smattering of brainstorming phrases, pretty much anything else that strikes your fancy.
at the end of the comment, re-post the 10-word list, replacing the words that you used with words of your own choosing. players may then reply to your comment, following the same directions as delineated above.
most importantly, have fun! :D
words:
folklore, pharmacy, cheesecake, matador, strenuous, ill-advised, balance, llama, ladybug, pygmy
aaand... GO!
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Date: 2006-08-29 04:35 am (UTC)Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard RPS
The dusty sunlight filtered into the library. Singing from the other room seeped in. A fly made an annoying buzzing sound; he was looking for mercy or freedom. There was an eerie abandoned quality to the room. Robert looked around for Alan and noticed a small silver box on a long table in the center of the room. He traced his finger along a deep scratch that ran across the table before fingering the charcoal ribbon. He eventually gave into temptation and pulled gently, releasing the twist that held the contents safe.
He opened the box and smiled. Alan remembered.
Words: tall, long, kitten, fishmonger, trail, independent, restricted, lip-reader, fluffy, red
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Date: 2006-08-29 04:44 am (UTC)Pairing: Don/Charlie
INCEST AHEAD
The first thing Don noticed about Charlie's office wasn't the trail of papers strewn on the floor, nor was it the absentminded way his brother scribbled on the chalkboard to the Radiohead blaring out of his headphones.
It was the fluffy red feather boa hanging up on the blackboard that caught his attention.
Amusement flickered across his face, melting into a heated stare. Strolling up behind Charlie, he slid one of the headphones away, breath hot on his neck and against his ear. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
Words: tall, long, kitten, fishmonger, variable, independent, restricted, lip-reader, rough, calloused
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:03 am (UTC)AD/RSL
“Alan, I am not a lip-reader. You need to tell me what is wrong.”
Alan turned around and looked at Robert; his eyes were red and swollen. He took a deep breath and watched their kitten Lola scamper across the room. “Sometimes, I worry that I will lose all this, what we have.” Raising his hand up to Robert’s face he ran his long fingers across Robert’s rough and calloused lips, before moving in for a gentle kiss.
Robert pulled Alan closer and whispered, “Never forget that I love you.”
Words: tall, fishmonger, variable, independent, restricted, celebration, joy, book, playlist, hurricane
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:20 am (UTC)Pairing: Don/Charlie
INCEST AHEAD
"Charlie, would you put the damned book down?" Don reached across and shoved it with his foot. Charlie let out an annoyed noise in reponse.
"Stop it, Don, I need to reasearch this." Don rolled his eyes. He took a section of the newspaper and ripped a page off, manipulating the paper into an airplane. He squinted one eye shut and aimed. It darted right at Charlie, getting stuck in his hair.
His brother shot him a frustrated look. He reached up and grabbed the airplane, balling it up and tossing it at Don. "I need to work on this, Don. I'm consulting with the National Hurricane Center, using some matrices to--"
"Ok, but why do you need to read the book now?" Eyebrows raised, Don stood up and grabbed Charlie's iPod, changing the playlist.
"There are so many variables I need to consider, and some are so specific I need to read up on them." Charlie got up as well, following Don into the kitchen.
"Well, you're being way too boring," he noted, grabbing a box of chinese and eating it cold. Charlie made a grotesque face. "What?"
"Don, that's disgusting." Don laughed and Charlie's face just grew more pinched.
"Really? You think so?" Don grinned, setting it down the carton and grabbing a napkin.
"Uh, yeah. Cold chinese is nasty," he replied, warily eyeing Don as he moved closer to him. He tilted his head inquisitively when Don stopped a foot in front of him.
Suddenly Don bolted forward and kissed Charlie full on the mouth. His brother pulled back, immediately shouting, "Ew ew ew, cold chinese, ew!" Don laughed out loud, a gleeful joy filling him. He was still Charlie's older brother; it was his job to gross him out.
Word list: tall, fishmonger, sexy, independent, restricted, celebration, crush, exam, pencil, whiteboard
(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-30 05:19 am (UTC)Pairing: Gen
House glared at the symptoms on the whiteboard as though they were taunting him before turning back to his medical book and flipping through the pages. He normally didn't need to use the books for reference but this case was getting to him and he needed the added help.
After fourty minutes of searching, he slammed the book shut and shoved it off the table in frustration. There were no answers he could find, no diagnosis for the seven seemingly unrelated symptoms on the board.
"House."
Cameron's voice startled House and he turned to glare furiously at her, barely noticing that her expression was one of sorrow and that Foreman and Chase both looked exhausted and drained.
"What?" he demanded, ignoring the fact that Cameron winced at his tone and that Foreman's eyes narrowed.
"The patient died," she whispered, picking the medical book up off of the floor and placing it on the table.
House felt anger prickle and heat his skin. "Why?"
"Because we couldn't diagnose them," Foreman said flatly, looking at the whiteboard and the symptoms written there while he spoke.
"There was no treatment plan," Chase reminded them. "It was purely guess work." He took a seat at the conference table and started toying with pens and pencils that lay scattered among the loose papers.
"That's not good enough!" House snapped, looking at his team in frustration. "Now we'll never know what it was that killed him."
"It's just a puzzle to you," Cameron said wearily, sitting down next to Chase and flipping through the patient's file absently. "You don't care that she's dead."
"Yes," House replied, not sure what he was agreeing to. After a few silent moments he stood and limped to the whiteboard and the offending symptoms written on it. He stared at the symptoms, absorbing them into his memory, before he picked up the eraser and erased the reminder of his failure.
Word list: tall, fishmonger, sexy, independent, restricted, celebration, crush, exam, internet, rain
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Date: 2006-08-30 05:54 am (UTC)used 8/10
RPS AD/RSL
The rain outside was relentless and Alan was pacing the halls. He really wanted to get out, he felt so restricted by the four walls and the foul weather. He looked over at Robert who was at complete ease while reading a book in front of the fire. They had been together for almost two years and he still had a school boy crush on him.
Alan walked over and tried to get Robert's attention but he was unsuccessful and a little frustrated.
"Entertain me," Alan finally announced.
"I'm reading; how ’bout you surf the internet for a while?"
"So the book is more entertaining than I am?" Alan play pouted.
"Bourdain is about to chew out the fishmonger; I promise that at the end of this chapter I will entertain you." Robert smiled as his head sank back behind the pages of the book.
Alan huffed, walked across the room, and looked at the books crammed on the tall bookshelf; trying to see if something caught his eye. He turned back and looked at Robert. He was so sexy like this: involved in his book, glasses slipping down slightly, hair mussed from running his hands through it when he turned a page. Alan could normally watch for hours, but now, he wanted to play.
"It's not like you have an exam to study for, you could read later."
Robert looked up and smiled. He loved feeling this desired; he closed the book and stood up. Walking over to Alan, he stretched his arms up and wrapped them around him and pressed his lips to Alan's.
Alan did not budge.
Robert pulled back and looked, his eyes smiling. “Have I been restricted from entrance? Do I need the secret code word now?"
Alan pouted and then smiled. "Yes."
word list</>independent,celebration, promotion, vase, fight, reunion, icon, story, keyboard, frustration