DPP: Scrabulous!
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no_takebacksHey guys, welcome to Thursday!
First things first, I still owe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sci_fi_shipper 10 icons as a reward for her win at Wheel of Fortune. They are a tribute to my favourite *ahem* attributes of Jamie Bamber.
Claims for Raffle Tickets and submission of Bingo Cards is still open from Monday's post, so don't forget about those.
Today's game is Scrabble! Sort of. Fiction scrabble. I am putting up a filled scrabble board that I found on the web so that the words would have nothing to do with the show or pilots or anything like that, some nice random prompts. You all, I hope, are going to write comment!fic based on those prompts. In whatever way you like, whatever length you like.
BUT, to keep this incentive based because I know how y'all like to win things, I have selected certain words, I'm not going to tell you which ones or how many there are, that are PRIZE WORDS. The first person to fill that prompt with at least a drabble length fic will win a prize. If no one fills those prompts, prizes will go into the raffle.
So, without further ado,
Don't like any of those words? Have no fear, I shall be putting another board up later tonight!
Edited to add
Shiny new prompts for people to fill!
So go forth and write! I will be revealing the winners at the END of the evening.
Edited again to say that I am going to bed, but I know that there is some writing going on out there in the verse, so I'm leaving the Prize-words open until I get up in the morning, you still have chances to win!
First things first, I still owe
sci_fi_shipper 10 icons as a reward for her win at Wheel of Fortune. They are a tribute to my favourite *ahem* attributes of Jamie Bamber. Claims for Raffle Tickets and submission of Bingo Cards is still open from Monday's post, so don't forget about those.
Today's game is Scrabble! Sort of. Fiction scrabble. I am putting up a filled scrabble board that I found on the web so that the words would have nothing to do with the show or pilots or anything like that, some nice random prompts. You all, I hope, are going to write comment!fic based on those prompts. In whatever way you like, whatever length you like.
BUT, to keep this incentive based because I know how y'all like to win things, I have selected certain words, I'm not going to tell you which ones or how many there are, that are PRIZE WORDS. The first person to fill that prompt with at least a drabble length fic will win a prize. If no one fills those prompts, prizes will go into the raffle.
So, without further ado,
Don't like any of those words? Have no fear, I shall be putting another board up later tonight!
Edited to add
Shiny new prompts for people to fill!
So go forth and write! I will be revealing the winners at the END of the evening.
Edited again to say that I am going to bed, but I know that there is some writing going on out there in the verse, so I'm leaving the Prize-words open until I get up in the morning, you still have chances to win!
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Date: 2011-09-01 02:11 pm (UTC)Number four. OMG. *claws through crowd*
Wow. These are delicious! Thank you!!
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Date: 2011-09-01 10:16 pm (UTC)Yearning
Date: 2011-09-01 04:17 pm (UTC)He's caught between being pulled into her group of admirers and watching from his safe spot in the distance. He's less likely to be found out from here. She untouchable with the space between them. So beautiful and joyous. Full of life and promise.
He yearns to be near her, but he knows he shouldn't. He can love her just as well from here. Better. Their words only serve as stumbling blocks anyways lately as they each struggle to deny their undeniable connection. Every interaction leaving a new wound, jagged and sharp.
When her eyes catch his over the Chief's shoulder, she smiles. Just barely, but he catches it. He's already taken a step in her direction before he realizes he's moved. Embarrassed, he freezes. She quirks her eyebrow at him quizzically, but when he doesn't respond she turns her attention back to her story.
Too many people, he decides. Too many eyes. He turns back to his viper, pretends to examine its hull while he keeps his gaze on her from the corner of his eye. His heart warms when she leans over to punch Jammer softly on the arm. He can almost feel the contact in his own bicep. He quickly catches himself rubbing the area on his own arm and drops his hand in disgust. Shaking his head he turns to walk away. He's tired and it's making him too obvious. If he could just get her alone for a few minutes, he could drop the exhausting act. She never notices like other people do, whether he stares too long, whether he touches her too often. Or if she does, she pretends not to. But he feels see through right now, like his thoughts are written in blaring neon above his head. He needs to get away.
He chances a final glance before departing. Her admirers giggling and uproarious as she stands beaming in their delight having clearly just delivered her final punch line. She's shining brightly against the drab surroundings and he just can't take anymore. He turns to leave, her laughter echoing in his ears as he slips quietly away.
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Date: 2011-09-01 05:30 pm (UTC)They really do manage to screw things up with ridiculous frequency, don't they? Poor dudes. This is great, though!
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Date: 2011-09-01 07:48 pm (UTC)Lovely and poignant.
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Date: 2011-09-01 10:22 pm (UTC)Oh Leland! This is beautiful, so many little details and so much Yeeaaaarniiiinggggggg! I did hope someone would fill this one, and you've done it marvellously :D
<3
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Date: 2011-09-02 05:46 pm (UTC)Re: Yearning
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Date: 2011-09-01 05:41 pm (UTC)And this morning his job is to wake her up. Lee knows it, even wants her to be awake and laughing and at his side--but he hates to take this peace away from her.
He’s leaning over her, hovering halfway between polite and intimate, when she opens her eyes. She isn’t surprised or annoyed to find Lee above her, just smiles sleepily.
He leans in the rest of the way, and kisses her awake.
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Date: 2011-09-01 05:49 pm (UTC)Re: Hover, PG
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Date: 2011-09-01 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: Hover, PG
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Date: 2011-09-01 07:48 pm (UTC)This makes me think of Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming. HEEE.
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Date: 2011-09-01 10:25 pm (UTC)Very lovely.
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Date: 2011-09-03 08:26 pm (UTC)Wraps
Date: 2011-09-01 06:02 pm (UTC)Kara stands in front of Kat’s picture after hanging it. A long time. Longer than she has to spare. She can’t seem to move though, caught between numbness and tears.
Someone moves at the end of the Memorial Hall. It’s him, but Kara keeps her eyes trained on the photograph, raising a hand to her lips as though trying to find Kat’s bravado on her face.
He comes up and wraps around her, pinning her arms awkwardly. Kara inhales and sighs. Lee presses his lips into her neck. She sinks back, safe for the first time in days, months, years.
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Date: 2011-09-01 06:43 pm (UTC)Re: Wraps
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Date: 2011-09-01 07:49 pm (UTC)Re: Wraps
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Date: 2011-09-01 10:27 pm (UTC)Thank you for making my wish come true :)
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:20 am (UTC)*smooshes them together forever*
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Date: 2011-09-02 05:41 pm (UTC)Re: Wraps
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Date: 2011-09-03 08:24 pm (UTC)Re: Wraps
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Date: 2011-09-01 10:29 pm (UTC)Gnaw
Date: 2011-09-02 02:18 am (UTC)Soon enough she snaps. She's a bit ashamed at her own predictability but she knew she couldn't hold it in forever. Pretending not to know what she does. Rage fills her as she watches him wash himself clean from his last visit to Cloud 9. She catches sight of him in the mirror as she splashes water on her face, trying to rinse away the dark circles, the haunted expression. It doesn't work.
"So," she starts, she's beyond fed up with his smug demeanor of late. Her voiced is acid-laced and dangerous. "What's changed?"
Looking up, his expression reveals nothing, "Huh? What do you mean?"
Swiveling slowly she eyes his body, taking in his ridges appreciatively, watching the streams of water slide along his skin. "Well," she swallows, "last I checked, sir, you had a real problem with whores."
His body tenses at the word, though he tries not to show it.
"In fact," She continues, approaching him predatory. "I seem to recall a public denouncement of me for what you thought was some very un-ladylike behavior after Colonial Day. Told me I 'couldn't keep my pants on'. And yet now, the way I hear it, you've been getting all kinds of friendly with the professionals. Little hypocritical, wouldn't you say, Lee?"
"What I do is none of you business Starbuck." He snaps at her, turning away to cut the water and grab his towel, obviously keen to escape the situation as quickly as possible.
"What you do may not be, sir, but when 'who' you do is all I freaking hear about where ever I go these days, I figured maybe I should skip all the gossip and just go straight to the source. And guess what she had to say?" She taunts as she blocks his escape, knowing full well that she's treading very thin ice.
"Frak off!" He barks, pushing his way around her.
Challengingly shoving him in the back as he walks away, she pushes further. "I just wanna get this straight. Whores aren't your problem, then? It's just me in general that bothers you?"
"Frak whoever you want Kara. I'm done caring what you do." The words shoot from his mouth like venom, long-held and happy to be free of the confines of his mind.
"Really? Strange that Shevon was so familiar with who I was then. You have long talks with your whore, Lee? Is that what you get from her? Talking?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she barreled ahead. "Cuz she seemed to know exactly who I was the minute I mentioned my name."
Quietly invading his person space, she murmured in a low voice, "Now just when during your time together would she have heard my name?"
She could see the veins of his neck pulsing with rage. His jaw so tight she thought she could hear his teeth grinding. "Just how far do you wanna take this, Kara? I'm not the only one hiding that skeleton."
She visibly pales at his words, realizing just how much he knows and how very obvious her current jealousy is probably coming across. Frak! She'd pushed too far again, her anger revealing her own secrets. Caught in her own trap, she searches for an escape route. Swallowing down her panic, she pushes him away roughly.
"Just forget it!" She shoots over her shoulder as she stomps away. "Do whatever you need to do, Lee. Just keep my godsdamned name out of it!"
She hears him calling her name behind her. Clearly frustrated and primed to fight, his words rings out as she slams through the hatch. Later in her rack, she stares at the blank wall beside her. He's not on shift, but he's also not here. She knows what it means and it gnaws at her insides.
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:44 am (UTC)Great job
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