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Wowzers! (Yeah, I just typed that *nods*) How is it Thursday already Pilot peeps?

Time does indeed hit full throttle when having fun! And you’ve all been spectacular. Yesterday was again a blast. I think you're set on breaking my email and I LOVE it!

Today is a ficlet game, and it’s called: '33'

Yes, it’s fic writing on stims, people. You have exactly '33' mins to write fics. You can write them from or without a prompt. When you start your fic, comment START (this in reply to a prompt, or if off your own, give the gist of it in that start comment) then, 33 mins later, finished or not, I want you to post your fic as it is with the subject word JUMP. The idea is to give those of us who fret, the freedom to just write and to those who feel they can’t, no reason to be concerned that it ought to be wonderful. (A couple of lines is fine and please include a rating with the word 'jump' in the subject line.)

Basically, it boils down to the fact you have 33 mins to get stuff out. You can play as many times as you like, just 'start' and 'stop' yourself each time, or I shall arrive like a pesky cylon and... well, do nothing, except perhaps hug you and make you post your work after an epic bombardment of emoticons or... dun... dun... durr, giffs!


But, if you really don't fancy fic writing today, maybe prompt others (prompts to comprise of a setting, an object and a word or phrase) or perhaps give us thirty three mins of your meta'ry thoughts (and by this, squee and flail constitues meta in my book) about the episode ‘33’, that, or try captioning one of the pics below.

Have fun and don't fall asleep on CAP!

Counting down to jump in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

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Have a go a sticking some captions to these:

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[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. My lip's so sexy, I make out with it myself sometimes.

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[wicked-sassy.livejournal.com]

No one can see you when you're in your Viper. Except when they can. Time to lick my face shield.

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(http://pics.livejournal.com/rirenec/pic/0008k17k/)

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Rubber ducky, nobody understands me the way you do. I just wish you could hug me back.

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[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Ok, everyone chill the frak out. I'm Captain Apollo. I got this.

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(http://pics.livejournal.com/rirenec/pic/0008phpp/)

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Prompt

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Dingy bar, torn dress, rebel

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A street at night, pool ball, dare

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Delphi temple, an idol, prayer

Five Years On, PG

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Lee goes every year, not on the anniversary of his brother death, but on the date of Zak’s funeral. Guilt wells in his chest as he quietly makes his pilgrimage up the steps of the Temple of Aphrodite because he’s marking the date of the last time he saw her. Kara Thrace maybe inextricably connected to his brother for Lee Adama, but this day is nothing of Zak. This is a day to honor love, true and unmistakable.

Lee nods to the tall dark haired priestess. In her youth she must have been truly beautiful, a fitting embodiment of the Goddess of Love. Even as gray strand wind through her hair and the skin pulls into wrinkles on the back of her hands, she is a lovely example of her age. She smiles wordlessly and steps aside, allowing Lee is time in the inner pavilion of the temple. Lee drops his offering in the scallop shell as he passes.

For the first time in five years his and not the only cubits. Three octagonal coins wait for his neatly folded bills. He can’t help but notice that his leaving is larger. He knows he shouldn’t think about such things in a place of faith, but his faith is only ritual and guilt. His offering reflects the guilt he feels in coming to remember Kara and not Zak each year. He should give more. He would if he could. He would give everything for a chance to do thing over, to take things back.

With cubits in the offering dish, Lee should be surprised to see a woman with her head covered and bowed kneeling just below the main temple altar, but the company stops Lee in his tracks. He watches openly staring as she bobs her covered head in time with the chant of her prayer. Lee recognizes the ancient Tauron version of the Prayer of Aphrodite. Not common on Caprica at all, but in his childhood it was the compromise his parents made when his mother insisted Zak be devoted to Aphrodite instead of Ares as Bill Adama had wanted for both of his sons.

Lee closes his eyes and hums along. He loses track of time and space, feeling relaxed for the first time in years until the prayer comes to a close on the fifth refrain. Only then does Lee slowly open his eyes in time to see the woman place a worn idle on the altar. Her hands are young but calloused, with blue paint along her cuticles. It makes Lee chuckle for half a moment until he realizes with a start that it’s her. It’s her.

So he waits in the aisle, while Kara Thrace drops the blue shawl from her head to her shoulders and turns to meet his eyes. “Five years is long enough,” she mouths across the silent room. “It’s time.”

Prompt

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Cliff-tops, a rope, laughter

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Colonial One, handcuffs, challenge

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(please don't let the spelling fail on the last one through!)

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I'm shaking hands, but am I really sure he remembered to wash?

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[wicked-sassy.livejournal.com]

Of course he had to show up on my worst hair day ever.

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Kara's thoughts: How can he still look the same? I feel ancient, yet Lee looks like the sun-kissed god I remember.

(What were they thinking with her hair? - miniseries, right?)

Lee's thoughts: How has Dad let Kara torture herself over the past two years? He took her away and let her work and drink herself until she's one giant exposed nerve. Zak would die if he saw the glorious hair that he composed drunken odes to deliberately extinguished by dirt, grease, and a haircut that screams a toddler cutting her own hair lefthanded. Knowing Kara, she did it as one more way to show how unworthy she was to love Zak.