DPP: And THEN...

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So, a group writing game today! Using the random plot generator here, I'll put some prompts in the comments below. Then YOU describe in a comment what happens next in the story...and then others jump in to continue it! I'm thinking more outlining a story than writing one word for word, but feel free to adapt this game however you like or take one of the outlines away to write later :) Feel free to add more prompts to start more stories!


And THEN Kara's eyes got stuck that way!

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The story starts when your protagonist volunteers for a job.

Another character is an artist who needs money.

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The story starts when your protagonist goes to a palm reader.

Another character is a prison guard who has no problems with blackmail.

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The story starts when your protagonist tears down a wall.

Another character is a hacker who is the most attractive person your protagonist has ever met.

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The story starts when your protagonist is forced into a car at gunpoint.

Another character is a producer who once hitched a ride with your protagonist.

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The story starts when your protagonist opens someone else's mail.

Another character is a mechanic who always shuns other people.

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Lee knows Kara believes in this sort of thing - tarot, palm reading - but he never has. Still, he has to get her out of jail somehow, and since he's given up on the law supposedly the psychic is going to tell him how.

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and that faith is unexpectedly justified when the psychic drops him a cryptic clue about the secret one of Kara's jailers would give anything to keep hidden....too bad you can't hide from the gods.

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Lee had suspected there was something a little off about the fact that the interior wall of his apartment didn't quite seem to line up with the exterior, where it should have met the supply cupboard and the stairs.

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After running into one stonewall after another, with blueprints and building plans that showed nothing of the space that bothered him so much, he decided to take matters in his own hands and take a sledgehammer through the wall (he figured he could move in with his brother for a week, if the landlord got mad.

He didn't expect to find two giant servers and about an entire lab's worth of computer equipment humming away in what should have been the storage space.

Neither did he (after an entire day spent perched at the entrance of the place with his gun in hand) expect the blonde who slipped in just after midnight to be armed and pointing a gun at him.

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Lee couldn't even speak - not for fear, but because he was captivated by her beauty. But then she started interrogating, demanding to know who he'd told about the servers and how much digging he'd done to mess up her work.

Five minutes passed before he realized that the way she shoved her hair behind her ear was intensely familiar, as was the way she laughed. Finally it hit him: this was his brother's ex-girlfriend.

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He hadn't seen her before, except for grainy clips on Zak's phone, but it was a good thing they'd never met - he wasn't sure he'd have been able to keep his hands off her, and judging by the way she was looking at him, she wouldn't entirely have minded - which was not a good thing at all, considering she'd been his brother's girlfriend, for frak's sake.

Swivelling on the tiny stool she'd offered him, he took in the sight of the tiny, cramped space and her, perched on the nearest flat surface and fiddling with wires (the room - if you could call it that - was so cramped that a single move would bring one of them nose to nose with the other). Judging by the condition of the place, it had been up and running for some time now, even if she'd only told him the most basic of details about what she did - freelancing for the government, he gathered (he didn't even want to think of why). And before he could stop himself, he'd opened his mouth and offered her space to expand her operation. Into his apartment.

She was up off the table so quickly, she almost knocked him over - he had to stand up and take a step back even as his shoulders hit the wall. She was so close, he could count every fleck of hazel in the green of her eyes. Then she backed away and grinned at him.


"You're a bit more out-of-the-box than I'd have thought, Lee Adama."

That gave him pause for a moment - how did she know his name? - until - "Come on, Lee. Your name's on the mailbox, I don't need to be a hacker to read it."

He shook the hand she held out, thoroughly enjoying the slight flare of surprise in those eyes as his thumb stroked along the backs of her fingers. "My pleasure, Kara Thrace."

She held his gaze for a beat longer before dropping his hand. "If you're helping me with this, you got any ideas why I'd be making daily trips to your apartment?"

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Lee paused at a newsstand just outside the 42nd Street subway, debating whether he could juggle the latest Economist alongside his coffee, briefcase, and packed lunch. Read-walking with his hands full while navigating Times Square never ended well, but he was tempted every time. Reluctantly he turned away to find a gun shoved straight in his stomach.

“Are you Roore?” his mugger asked, blonde and pissed. “Don M. Roore?”

Lee read instability, exhaustion, and the willingness to shoot in her eyes. A surge of completely inappropriate attraction almost bowled him over.

Behind her, Lee saw the bearded guy who had, up to now, been inexplicably engrossed with a National Geographic, start like a frightened animal.

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Lee doesn't even have time to tell her he isn't before she jerks her head toward a black van, her gun still digging into his shirt. "Get in. Now."

Against all reason, and possibly just because he wants to more of her, Lee obeys. The woman climbs in after him and signals to the driver. The van takes off, spilling Lee's coffee all over his suit. As he curses, his mugger laughs mockingly. When he's finished swearing and is glowering from a corner, she drops to sit on a crate and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Well. I guess you know what this is about."

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DON M. ROORE.

ILU. That is all.

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Hee! <3 <3 <3