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donutsweeper) wrote2014-08-07 10:14 pm
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I admit defeat on a few of the prompts. Sorry about that, but the muse decided to run off and doesn't seem inclined to return any time soon. But *drumrolls* here the finished ones are in all their edited glory!
Protect and Survive
Oliver knows his capabilities with the bow and arrow are amazing. It's a skill honed by the kind of need for survival that most of the world will, thankfully, never know. It's rare for someone's life to literally rely on such weapon in the modern world, but he loves its elegance and accuracy.
He sometimes entertained the idea of letting his abilities be seen by the world, retiring the vigilante and trying out for the US archery team or some such nonsense. He'd be good- gold metal material if the numbers held up, but then who would protect his city?
Bitter and Blue
On the rare occasion that Colonel Sheppard went on a mission without Doctor McKay people knew to avoid the doctor at all costs. It wasn't worth the likelihood that he would verbally and abrasively attack a person for daring to breathe too loudly, walking too softly or having the audacity to exist within his sainted presence. Nearly everyone became inured to it fairly quickly and didn't even mind taking alternate routes or walking out of their way to do so. After all, things would go back to normal once the Colonel returned, he just missed him while he was gone.
The Most Important Snack Food of All
With the wheat and wheat-by-products ban there were many favorite foods that were no longer accessible in Night Vale. Birthdays began to be celebrated with ice cream cake instead of the previously popular sponge and whipped cream varieties. Lunches were suddenly sandwich free and the morning bagel was suddenly replaced by the corn breakfast burrito.
Following the ban was difficult, but there was one aspect of it that was utterly and completely horrible: the sudden lack of donuts in town. At least until the members of the Sheriff's secret police, thankfully, banded together to come up with a wheat-less variety.
Seeds of Doom
Dr. Zomboss is not a fan of plants. Plants in general and plants in specific. He hates the plants that shoot peas, he loathes the ones that splat his zombies with butter and he despises the ones that steal their helmets, ladders and pogo sticks. But, most of all, Dr. Zomboss hates the winter melon.
The winter melon looks innocent when it is a simple little seed, but then it grows into the melon-putt, a fairly damaging plant by itself, before morphing into the dreaded winter variety. Come across enough of those and the yard may be lost for good.
The Long Goodbye
Ducky reached out tentatively, his fingertips just barely touching as he gently stroked Jethro's cheekbone. "Oh, Jethro," he sighed. Growing more confident, his touch became stronger as he ran his fingers over the laugh lines and then down the soft sideburns before tracing over that familiar yet unfamiliar strong jaw. "Whatever possessed us to wait so long?"
With a final cupping of Jethro's cheek in his hand he took a deep breath, steeled himself, and turned on the recorder. "The time is nineteen hundred hours on Thursday, May twenty-seventh, medical examiner Donald Mallard presiding. Victim is Supervisory Special agent Jethro...."
Never-ending Forms
Melinda May looked at the pile of paperwork in front of her. She'd filled out the fuel usage and request forms (the 55718b and c) as well as the one to schedule the biannual maintenance for the Bus (in triplicate, no less), which left the A72b (detailed mileage accounting) and the V4903aa. With seventeen pages each. She was going to need coffee for that. A lot of coffee. And a snack. Actually, she should probably check her figures and it wouldn't hurt to wait to do that until she could look at it with fresh eyes sometime later.
Like tomorrow.
The Runaway
The boy who showed up in Hundred Acre Wood was not Christopher Robin, that was clear, even to a bear with Very Little Brain like Winnie-the-Pooh. As it turned out, the boy was not a boy but a girl, but that was not determined until they were introduced.
The introduction went like this:
"Hallo!" cried the Bear. "I am Edward Bear. My friends call me Winnie-the-Pooh."
"Hello, I'm Daphne."
"Are you a Woozle?"
"No, I'm a girl."
"Are you lost?"
"No. I ran away and now I'm here. With you."
And thus Winnie-the-Pooh began his adventures with Daphne, the runaway.
Appropriation
"Mulder, what are you eating?" Scully asked as Mulder spread his lunch out across his desk.
"Charoset," Mulder replied, slathering some kind of spread on a piece of matzoh.
"Charoset."
"Yes, charoset. A sweet, dark paste made from fruit and nuts."
"Right. And why are you eating it?"
"It's traditionally eaten on matzoh during Passover."
"Uh-huh, but why are you eating it?"
"It's Passover?"
"All these years of working together and I had no idea you were Jewish."
"Oh, I'm not, I just always appreciate a chance to eat matzoh and charoset."
"Oo-kay... well, enjoy, I guess."
"Thanks, I will."
Protect and Survive
Oliver knows his capabilities with the bow and arrow are amazing. It's a skill honed by the kind of need for survival that most of the world will, thankfully, never know. It's rare for someone's life to literally rely on such weapon in the modern world, but he loves its elegance and accuracy.
He sometimes entertained the idea of letting his abilities be seen by the world, retiring the vigilante and trying out for the US archery team or some such nonsense. He'd be good- gold metal material if the numbers held up, but then who would protect his city?
Bitter and Blue
On the rare occasion that Colonel Sheppard went on a mission without Doctor McKay people knew to avoid the doctor at all costs. It wasn't worth the likelihood that he would verbally and abrasively attack a person for daring to breathe too loudly, walking too softly or having the audacity to exist within his sainted presence. Nearly everyone became inured to it fairly quickly and didn't even mind taking alternate routes or walking out of their way to do so. After all, things would go back to normal once the Colonel returned, he just missed him while he was gone.
The Most Important Snack Food of All
With the wheat and wheat-by-products ban there were many favorite foods that were no longer accessible in Night Vale. Birthdays began to be celebrated with ice cream cake instead of the previously popular sponge and whipped cream varieties. Lunches were suddenly sandwich free and the morning bagel was suddenly replaced by the corn breakfast burrito.
Following the ban was difficult, but there was one aspect of it that was utterly and completely horrible: the sudden lack of donuts in town. At least until the members of the Sheriff's secret police, thankfully, banded together to come up with a wheat-less variety.
Seeds of Doom
Dr. Zomboss is not a fan of plants. Plants in general and plants in specific. He hates the plants that shoot peas, he loathes the ones that splat his zombies with butter and he despises the ones that steal their helmets, ladders and pogo sticks. But, most of all, Dr. Zomboss hates the winter melon.
The winter melon looks innocent when it is a simple little seed, but then it grows into the melon-putt, a fairly damaging plant by itself, before morphing into the dreaded winter variety. Come across enough of those and the yard may be lost for good.
The Long Goodbye
Ducky reached out tentatively, his fingertips just barely touching as he gently stroked Jethro's cheekbone. "Oh, Jethro," he sighed. Growing more confident, his touch became stronger as he ran his fingers over the laugh lines and then down the soft sideburns before tracing over that familiar yet unfamiliar strong jaw. "Whatever possessed us to wait so long?"
With a final cupping of Jethro's cheek in his hand he took a deep breath, steeled himself, and turned on the recorder. "The time is nineteen hundred hours on Thursday, May twenty-seventh, medical examiner Donald Mallard presiding. Victim is Supervisory Special agent Jethro...."
Never-ending Forms
Melinda May looked at the pile of paperwork in front of her. She'd filled out the fuel usage and request forms (the 55718b and c) as well as the one to schedule the biannual maintenance for the Bus (in triplicate, no less), which left the A72b (detailed mileage accounting) and the V4903aa. With seventeen pages each. She was going to need coffee for that. A lot of coffee. And a snack. Actually, she should probably check her figures and it wouldn't hurt to wait to do that until she could look at it with fresh eyes sometime later.
Like tomorrow.
The Runaway
The boy who showed up in Hundred Acre Wood was not Christopher Robin, that was clear, even to a bear with Very Little Brain like Winnie-the-Pooh. As it turned out, the boy was not a boy but a girl, but that was not determined until they were introduced.
The introduction went like this:
"Hallo!" cried the Bear. "I am Edward Bear. My friends call me Winnie-the-Pooh."
"Hello, I'm Daphne."
"Are you a Woozle?"
"No, I'm a girl."
"Are you lost?"
"No. I ran away and now I'm here. With you."
And thus Winnie-the-Pooh began his adventures with Daphne, the runaway.
Appropriation
"Mulder, what are you eating?" Scully asked as Mulder spread his lunch out across his desk.
"Charoset," Mulder replied, slathering some kind of spread on a piece of matzoh.
"Charoset."
"Yes, charoset. A sweet, dark paste made from fruit and nuts."
"Right. And why are you eating it?"
"It's traditionally eaten on matzoh during Passover."
"Uh-huh, but why are you eating it?"
"It's Passover?"
"All these years of working together and I had no idea you were Jewish."
"Oh, I'm not, I just always appreciate a chance to eat matzoh and charoset."
"Oo-kay... well, enjoy, I guess."
"Thanks, I will."
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Loved Oliver Queen considering the Olympics. It's such an obvious possibility! And of course he'd stick with protecting his city.
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