Daily Entertainment: Sent from the Senate Edition!

[damncompass]

Good morning Milliways! Today's entertainment comes to you from the Connecticut State Senate chamber because I am in a meeting.

Fic prompt time! In the spirit of Monday's Entertainment, post your charachters in and people can leave one word situational prompts. Let's all hear about you headcanons in fic!

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[dejah_thoris]

Alex Drake (lady_bols) (Ashes To Ashes)
Dejah Thoris (dejah_thoris) (John Carter of Mars)
Earl (longtonguedog) (Saving Grace)
John Silver (an_honest_man) (Treasure island)
Olga ( olyabird) (Night Watch)
Sherlock Holmes (hello_freak) (Sherlock BBC)
Vert (la_fee_verte) The Absinthe Faerie)
Vlad (vojvode) (Bram Stoker's Dracula)

[bjornwilde]

Vlad + modern glam vampires in US pop culture
Dejah + Earth etiquette
Olga + MP3 players (cause you know Anton would have introduced her to them)

[street_sparrow]

Ichabod Crane (Sleepy Hollow)
Giovanni Bruni (Casanova movie)
Richard Sharpe (Sharpe)
Harry Callahan (Young Wizards)
Nancy (Doctor Who: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances)
Jonathan Levinson (Buffy)
Michael Carpenter (The Dresden Files)
Roshaun (Young Wizards)
James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Gavroche (Les Miserables originally, now Neverwhere-verse/Milliways native)

[bjornwilde]

Ichabod+Boy bands
Gavroche+space ships

[street_sparrow]

...Ichabod is absolutely refusing to give me anything for that prompt except bemused horror with no actual words.

Gavroche, on the other hand, loves spaceships and I'll try to come up with fic later.

[runningred]

Ichabod - Fast
Gavroche - Feast

[protect_and_survey]

*dumps the lot in*

Jemma Simmons protect_and_survey
William Blakeney hold_fast
Haymitch Abernathy pickledtribute
Clara / Oswin souffle_girlek
Glorfindel gondolin_noble
Katya katyafeline
Ace nitro_is_ace
Bones McCoy notabricklayer

[bjornwilde]

Jemma+the cold war
Katya+American football
Ace+hoovercraft

[protect_and_survey]

She hears other agents (older agents, agents with steel and their eyes and reflexes that are bewildering fast) talk about the Cold War. Of the time when children were taught how to duck under their desk in case of nuclear strike, of daring spy vs. spy escapades that had absolutely nothing to do with jihads or aliens from space.

And sure, she's seen her James Bond. She knows all the stories.

But somehow it just seems bewildering, that there could be so much hatred between two nations, when they were barely even talking to one another for decades.

[ceitfianna]

Blakeney+tea
Simmons+notebooks
Katya+dancing
Clara+promptness

[hold_fast]

Tea when he was a child was simply something to tide one over until dinner, a somewhat informal affair done far away from the adults of the house, tucked in the corner of the warm bustling kitchen. He certainly wasn't involved in the teas his mother hosted, with the fine china and the elegant manners.

Tea, on board ship, was a different thing. Captain Aubrey didn't drink it, and usually forgot about the institution of tea-time altogether. Doctor Maturin, however, always gave the galley staff a smile when they brought him a fresh cup of tea, and he drank it with a sort of solemnity that one usually sees in prayer.

Blakeney, watching this from his cot as he recuperates, tries to figure out where one might find a middle ground, to best be like both his idols.

[runningred]

Jemma - Blush

[rexque_futurus]

Oooh. Yesplz.

Allie Pennington
Alex Rider
Freya McAllister
Jack Slater
Todd Anderson
Phillipa Cobb

[bjornwilde]

Alex + reading
Freya + psychics & fortune tellers

[ceitfianna]

Allie and expectations

Alex and time

Todd and pins

[ceitfianna]

Yay for fic prompts! Its raining and grey here.

Will Scarlett (Robin Hood)
Charles Xavier (X-Men: First Class)
William Evans (3:10 to Yuma)
Ivan Vorpatril (Vorkosigan Saga)
Sameth (Abhorsen Chronicles)
Jane Austen (Becoming Jane)
Moist von Lipwig (Discworld)
Demeter (Greek Mythology)
Tumnus (Chronicles of Narnia)
The Pirate King (Pirates of Penzance)

o.O I have ten pups, guys, how did that happen?

[yakalskovich]

o.O I have ten pups, guys, how did that happen?

I know that feeling. Exactly. When I realised that while filling in the template for the contact post, I was overcome by the immediate impulse to fire four of them. I killed off Urq and still have ten -- how did that happen??

[runningred]

Charles - charm
William - dawn

And even though I've never played with him but because he's one of my favourite characters of G&S: The Pirate King - pants!

[agloriousthing]

(The Pirate King hasn't been around for a while, he's sort of a guest star headvoice. When he's there he's loud but when he's not, he's not and he hasn't been for a time. Sorry for all the edits, been ages and don't remember his icons.)

Ruth always tuts when she works on his pants and tells him that they're tight enough already. She never understands that he has a reputation to maintain and he has the finest calves in the Atlantic.

[runningred]

Perfect! I love it! Thank you.

Charm

[balancingminds]

His charm is what got him through junior high and high school and parties full of adults when he was a little boy. He found if he smile just right and be kind in the right way then no one would care that he had said something aloud he shouldn't have.

Though he knew charm wasn't reality, he heard the thoughts of men who wanted to charm his mother, their honeyed words that hid lies. His charm was based on truth as much as it could be. It was easier to be charming with people he liked but that wasn't always possible. His charm came into play with those he didn't like and when he couldn't rely too much science, then he had to nudge them along.

Re: Charm

[runningred]

I like it. I love that Charles uses charm as a weapon as much as a tool. Very nice.

Dawn

[not_his_pa]

Its never easy to wake up before the sun's out but when the first light breaks as he's feeding the horses, William feels hopeful.

He can look out over their land and hear the cattle waking up and behind him, hear his mother making breakfast.

Sometimes he imagines he hears the steady knock of his father's false leg before a bird sings and reminds him that no, Pa's not coming back.

Re: Dawn

[runningred]

Oh! Poor thing! Heartbreakingly beautiful. Thank you.

[jjprobert]

Well, I probably will fail epically at actually responding to prompts, but let's be optimistic.

Jack West (againsttherules)
Max Epper (max_epper)
Erik Selvig (ask_the_right_questions)
Alfred Pennyworth (battle_butler)
Bean (aintwortha)

Y I DO THIS TO ME?

[aberrantangels]

Strong Bad (forgoodorforawesome), homestarrunner.netcom
the Deliverator (hiroaki_protagonist), Snow Crash
The Cheat (ilko_skevuld), H*R
Max Mercer (maxwell_a_mercer), Trinity Universe Continuum
Divis Mal (md_donighal), likewise
Ryûk (ringo_to_omoshiro), Death Note
Rukia Kuchiki (rotwood_reaper), BLEACH
Jennifer "Slider" Landers (slidingjennifer), Aberrant
Wreck-It Ralph, (yourcolossalhands), Wreck-It Ralph

[runningred]

Jason Todd (runningred)
Olivier de Bretagne (equal_of_any_man)

[mogget_cat]

Jason - safety

Safety

[runningred]

Jason’s idea of safety was a malleable thing.

As a child it had been a locked door between him and his father. Willis didn’t drink often, he couldn’t afford to but when he did, it was because he was high on victory from some job he pulled or some con he managed to walk away from. That made him loud and demanding, the man of the house and he expected to be treated like a king. The doors in their crumby apartment were little more than cardboard but the slide and click of the lock always made Jason feel safer. They won’t hold out for long if Willis decided he was coming in but it would give Jason long enough to get a running head start down the fire escape.

As Robin, Jason felt safest on the rooftop of the Hoskin building. A narrow ledge twenty eight stories up and hidden between two massive gargoyles. He use to head up there after patrol, his feet dangling and he savoured the protein bar Alfred packed in his belt. It was the most perfect view of the city and it was his. There was only one other person in Gotham who could get to this spot and Dick didn’t know about it. Okay, maybe two but Catwoman was never really one for enjoying the view. The climb was too tight, the swing and jump too narrow for Batman to manage. This was Jay’s place and only Jay’s. With the city spread out before him, Jason Todd - Boy Wonder was king of the world.

But now safety was a different thing all together. It wasn’t a physical lock or an impossible view but a mindset. Three canvas walls and the open door of a beat up old RV were his security now. It wasn’t them that made him feel safe; it was the Bar. Milliways was a haven to him – time to think, room to work and the freedom of being away from everything he knew. There was nothing but a door between him and the reality of his life and right now, he was happy to leave it closed.

[ceitfianna]

Jason and flirting

Olivier and war

Flirting.

[runningred]

Honestly, flirting came naturally to Jason most of the time because most of the time it meant nothing to him. He knew he was good looking – black hair, a shapely face and blue eyes that could melt anyone if used right. Flirting was just a way to spend the time, to play the game, to make himself feel a little less like a monster.

The fact he was handsome had saved his life more than once. As a street rat in Gotham, turning a trick could mean the difference between a full belly and starving, between a dry place to sleep and a stinking doorway in an alley.

As a teenager, Bruce had taught him how to turn his flirting into a weapon. At those terrible galas Bruce Wayne was obliged to throw, society belles and dandies would let slip more around their business dealings to a pretty face than they’d ever tell the police. Batman and Robin cracked more than one case based on a careless word and a hand on Jason’s thigh.

As an adult, Jason flirted because it was fun. His sexuality was an open book on an easy to reach shelf. A sly glance or a quick smile might lead to a tumble in the sheets or it might lead to nothing. Either way, it was always worth a try. Anything to break up the loneliness.

War

[equal_of_any_man]

It all happened so fast, Olivier was barely aware of what he was doing. Squires weren’t meant to take part of in the battle, there were rule. But rules got broken in war.

He had been busy reading his supplies when the attack came. His gift as a herbalist and his training as a healer had served his lord well and he had a privileged position among the baggage train- a tent of his own. He looked up when he heard the screams of one of this fellow squires. It took all his courage and presence of mind to stow away the precious bottle of poppy-juice before creeping out of the tent. The tincture of the Eastern poppy could bring peace and rest, even to the most grievously wounded. All his fear wasn’t worth wasting it by dropping the bottle to run.

He moved as silently as he could between the tents. The enemy had flanked and was attacking behind the army, attacking the baggage train. This was a deed held as dishonourable by both sides. Women, the young and the injured tended the baggage while the men fought. To attack the undefended was show the worst kind of cowardice and yet losing the baggage and all their supplies in such a raid could cripple an army on the march.

As he inched forward, Olivier saw the body of one of his companions. Hugh Matrel, a squire no older than himself lay with his throat cut. His life’s blood gouged down his shirt on horrifying spurts. Hugh’s eyes fixed on Olivier for a moment; begging, pleading. Olivier nodded and took the knife from the boy’s outstretched hand, ending his friend’s life as cleanly and quickly as he could. He closed Hugh’s eyes with infinite care, whispering a prayer for his soul as he rose to meet the oncoming attackers.

It seemed like hours later that the army rallied and turned to protect the baggage train. Olivier’s lord Laurence d’Angers found his favourite squire hunch over the fallen bodies of several attackers, a sword still clenches in his blooded hand even as he wretched. “It’s alright, lad. It’s over.” He rubbed the boy’s back, pressing a bladder of wine to his lips. “Drink. It will help.”

Olivier drank and choked, the wine burning his lips and throat as d’Angers held him. “You are a solider today.” His lord whispered, lifting and carrying the boy to his cot to rest. “You are a warrior. Be proud.”

Re: War

[vorpatril]

These are all wonderful. Such interesting characters and so different. Jason and Charles should talk again.

Re: War

[runningred]

Thank you. I have to admit it's been a while since I've written much. It was nice to get in and play again.

Absolutely! Charles fascinates Jay and he's always up for an excuse to play.

Re: War

[vorpatril]

His newest EP has moved to the second page but its still open as is Ivan's, which is on the bottom of the second. I'm always up for new threads with yours.

Re: War

[runningred]

You spoil me :)

I may actually get around to doing these. ^_^'''

[mogget_cat]

Sunshine (sunbaked_baker)
Yrael (mogget_cat)
Zelgadiss (chime_ra_tilt)

[runningred]

Sunshine - honey