DE: Get your Fic* on

[bjornwilde]

Seems like it's been a while since we did a Fic Friday, so post in with pups you'd like to play with and we'll give you prompts.  

[*Fic dang it, not f*c. Dang iPhone keyboard.]

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[bodldops]

Late, but I'm in!

Katya (katyafeline)
Jemma (protect_and_survey)
Glorfindel (gondolin_noble)
Sam (takingthechance)
'Bones' McCoy (notabricklayer)
Lin Beifong (iron_chief)
Oswin (souffle_girlek)

[onceaviking]

Glorfindel: rest
Jemma: safety

Rest

[gondolin_noble]

... It got away from me.

Re: Rest

[starrydome]

Perfect.

Especially the detail with Vilya.

[protect_and_survey]

Nothing ever came to hurt her in the labs. The labs were where problems were dissected, studied, understood, and neatly solved. The labs were places danger was controlled and used, not the rampaging terror she's learned over the last year in the field. There all plans devolve into action and reaction at a certain point, and things spin too easily out of control.

Nothing comes to hurt her in the labs.

Not until Hydra reaches in and destroys that one safe haven with the thud of heavy boots and the faces of allies turned into enemies.

[starrydome]

Oh, poor Jemma.

[ceitfianna]

Oswin-still here

Katya-boys

Sam-directions

Dear Journal

[souffle_girlek]

"Day three hundred and twelve. Provisions good, if getting somewhat repetitive. They came again last night - always at night. Maybe they're vampires." Oswin idly watches her cat stalk one of the spiderbots as she updates her log. Who knows, it might be important some day.

Mostly, she believes, it's important to believe there will be a someday.

"It's Autor's birthday today. Happy Birthday, Autor... I baked you a souffle, but it was too beautiful to live."

Across her monitor screens, scenes from a bar she knows not to be real play out, enticing and deceptive and almost cruel in their normalcy. Lucky for her, she's not so easily fooled. She's a raging genius, after all.

Re: Dear Journal

[ceitfianna]

Ow, Oswin, that's powerful.

Treaty infractions

[katyafeline]

They thought they were being cool. Tough. Rebellious. They went to a party thrown by a friend of a friend of a friend, and a hot chick showed more than a passing interest. In fact, she enthusiastically took their invitation to start their own more... private party.

What they weren't ready for was the second chick walking in on them accompanied by the chime of silver bangles, her frizzled black hair tangled up into a sloppy bun.

"Stop, you're under arrest by the Moscow Night Watch." She sounded bored by the whole affair, and utterly unruffled by the fact that she was facing down three naked men and a mostly naked woman. One of them started to protest (or perhaps invite, since hey, two hot chicks) but their woman friend turned an alarming shade of pale and lurched back and away.

"You do not have the right to remain silent, and anything you say will be used against you in court." The interloper continued, ignoring the chaos she caused.

Of course, everything got that much more weird when their new companion actually snarled like a feral dog, with fangs and everything, and dove through the window, utterly uncaring about the glass that shattered around her.

The newcomer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before snapping open her cell phone.
"Yeah, sorry Bear, she ran. Get IT to put a tracer on her, she's too far from the Dark Headquarters to make it to sanctuary. Yes, I'll catch her, you keep the truck warm." Katya huffed, rolling her eyes as she stuffs her phone back in her pocket. Then she eyed the three men, three boys really, and shook her head.

"Idiot boys."