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rionaleonhart) wrote2009-11-02 12:31 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2009-11-02 12:31 pm
No, You Are Wrong. You Cannot Have A Pony.
Today, I rushed from London to Brighton for a seminar that, I discovered upon arrival, had been cancelled.
Mildly put out, I returned to my Brighton abode, where I found a large and intriguing-looking package waiting for me. The details on the back informed me that the sender was a Vayne Aurelius, who, I discovered after a quick Googling, is the protagonist of a game called Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis.
This was perplexing.
I opened the package to find a copy of The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, the editors of which, according to the blurb, 'received their medical degrees in a dream', and a rather charming and apologetic note from Mr Aurelius, written on the back of a 'Combat Basics 1' exercise sheet ('What to do if you encounter an extraterrestial:'), in which he explained that someone had wished that he send me the book and expressed his hope that I didn't mind receiving it. Inside the book was an empty envelope, on which was written 'To my dear Wainwright, with affectionate regards, Lady Cloudesley'.
I am deeply, deeply confused, and I have absolutely no idea who is responsible, but thank you so much! (I love the level of detail that's gone into this.)
I'm not participating in National Novel Writing Month this year, but I've decided that I'm going to try to at least write something every day during the month of November, whether it's a snippet or a full fic or part of a work in progress. Yesterday, I wrote a tiny clip of Jane and Cho snogging in the interrogation room; today, I am calling upon you to help me.
Give me a prompt, and I'll write you a ficsnippet. Multiple requests are more than welcome!
Feel free to request from anything you know I know! (Requesting from things you don't know I know is acceptable, but in that case it would probably be an idea to include a request or two from something you know I know as well, so you don't end up with 'BARNEY WAS A PERSON (PROBABLY). HE WAS PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS (I THINK, BUT I THINK EVERYONE'S PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS, SO I CAN'T BE SURE). HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER IS A SITCOM, SO AMUSING THINGS PROBABLY HAPPENED. THE END.') Crossovers and the like are, of course, fine.
(I'd be delighted if you made Mentalist requests, but please bear in mind that I'm only just starting to write these characters, so I'm still trying to get to grips with them. I've seen up to the first-season finale.)
Make as many requests as you'd like (and please don't feel you have to know me well to request a snippet); as I've said, I'm going to be trying to write every day, so any prompts would be gratefully received. Thank you!
Mildly put out, I returned to my Brighton abode, where I found a large and intriguing-looking package waiting for me. The details on the back informed me that the sender was a Vayne Aurelius, who, I discovered after a quick Googling, is the protagonist of a game called Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis.
This was perplexing.
I opened the package to find a copy of The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, the editors of which, according to the blurb, 'received their medical degrees in a dream', and a rather charming and apologetic note from Mr Aurelius, written on the back of a 'Combat Basics 1' exercise sheet ('What to do if you encounter an extraterrestial:'), in which he explained that someone had wished that he send me the book and expressed his hope that I didn't mind receiving it. Inside the book was an empty envelope, on which was written 'To my dear Wainwright, with affectionate regards, Lady Cloudesley'.
I am deeply, deeply confused, and I have absolutely no idea who is responsible, but thank you so much! (I love the level of detail that's gone into this.)
I'm not participating in National Novel Writing Month this year, but I've decided that I'm going to try to at least write something every day during the month of November, whether it's a snippet or a full fic or part of a work in progress. Yesterday, I wrote a tiny clip of Jane and Cho snogging in the interrogation room; today, I am calling upon you to help me.
Give me a prompt, and I'll write you a ficsnippet. Multiple requests are more than welcome!
Feel free to request from anything you know I know! (Requesting from things you don't know I know is acceptable, but in that case it would probably be an idea to include a request or two from something you know I know as well, so you don't end up with 'BARNEY WAS A PERSON (PROBABLY). HE WAS PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS (I THINK, BUT I THINK EVERYONE'S PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS, SO I CAN'T BE SURE). HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER IS A SITCOM, SO AMUSING THINGS PROBABLY HAPPENED. THE END.') Crossovers and the like are, of course, fine.
(I'd be delighted if you made Mentalist requests, but please bear in mind that I'm only just starting to write these characters, so I'm still trying to get to grips with them. I've seen up to the first-season finale.)
Make as many requests as you'd like (and please don't feel you have to know me well to request a snippet); as I've said, I'm going to be trying to write every day, so any prompts would be gratefully received. Thank you!
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"You have no right to ever call me 'Hamster' again," Richard says, eventually, when he's caught his breath. "How tall are you?"
"Ten inches?" Jeremy suggests. "About that. Which would be very impressive if I were a cock."
Richard is momentarily too appalled to respond, so James is the one to say the obligatory, "You are."
It's funnier before Jeremy starts coming up with plans that are definitely going to get him and possibly going to get everyone in the world killed.
"Jeremy," Richard says. "You can't drive."
"I can. I'm a brilliant driver."
"You can't drive like this. It won't work."
"It will work perfectly," Jeremy insists, clambering with some effort onto the steering wheel. "I will be awarded a Nobel Prize for my research into driving for people with Stig-induced handicaps."
There is a pause.
"I'm not going to be able to reach the accelerator from here, am I?"
"No," Richard says, with some relief. "No, you're not."
"And now, the news," James says. "As the more astute amongst you may have noticed, Jeremy Clarkson is six inches tall."
"I'm not!" Jeremy bellows, for approximately the seventeenth time. "The camera's just far away!"
James and Richard, for the benefit of the audience at home, give the camera a sceptical glance.
"And it's ten inches, anyway. Or it would be if I'd actually been shrunk. Which I've not."
"We've actually got a surprise challenge for you, Jeremy," Richard says, beaming, and he draws back the screen to reveal the large collection of toy cars.
Jeremy doesn't stop swearing for the rest of the show.
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I really want to see this episode now.
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(Good thing Jeremy didn't think of putting a brick on the accelerator.)