In which the Bard finds another meme...

[awanderingbard]

Taken from joonscribble.

Give me a prompt, character or situation and I'll write you at least 100 words.

Fandoms: Dresden Files (Book or TV), due South, Firefly, Doctor Who (seasons 1 & 2, I'm fuzzy on my season 3)

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[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Alright, here's what I've managed. My book characters are a bit rusty, which is why I'm practicing on short pieces. Also, the Doctor decided to be unusually quiet. It's not my fault, I swear. :-)

New Experiences

"Bob! Bob!"

I knocked on the top of the skull sitting amongst a pile of romance novels. He probably wasn't going to like that, but this was an emergency. Agonizingly slow, just to annoy me, the lights in the skull's eyes lit up.

"Hey Harry," he intoned, lazily. "Who's tap-dancing upstairs?" His eye lights glowed a bit brighter. "Ooh, who's the hottie?"

"Bob!" I objected.

"Seriously, Harry, you keep collecting comely young girls, we could start charging admission."

"Is he talking 'bout me?" The blonde girl standing at the bottom of the ladder asked. She looked over her shoulder. "Wait, is he a skull?"

"Don't let that put you off, baby," Bob said.

"That skull is hitting on me," Rose told the men next to her, incredulously.

"Everything that's happened today and you're really that surprised we've met a talking skull?" The Doctor asked her.

"Listen, being chased around by strange blue creatures? Done that," Rose insisted. "Being hit on by a talking skull in the secret cellar of a wizard? New experience!"

"It's not blue," I said. "It's cerulean. Can we focus here, Bob? There is a cerulean monster eating my couch as we speak. I like that couch!"

The creature thumped around upstairs some more, howling away. The three people at the ladder tightened their grip on on their respective weapons. Jack, the third member of the time traveling party, was wielding my gun after running out of bullets for his own. Rose had grabbed Fidelacchius when we came running through my living room, making me wonder for a moment if she was the one I was supposed to give it to. She was holding the sword cane up like a club, though and I figured if she was the next Fist of God, she'd probably know to pull it from the sheath. The Doctor had a small stick-thing with a buzzing blue light on the top of it.

"Is it slimy or sticky?" Bob asked, still staring at Rose's ass.

"Does that matter?" I wondered.

"No, not if you don't care whether it eats you or gets really, really mad at you," he replied.

"Can't get much madder than this!" Jack called.

"Okay, okay," I said. "Poll time: slimy or sticky, guys?"

'Slimy' said the Doctor, Jack and I. 'Sticky' said Rose.

"3-1 it's slimy," I summed up. "You can't kill it with fire, it really doesn't like buzzy blue lights and bullets don't do anything."

"We just haven't shot it enough," Jack objected. "You shoot anything enough, it has an effect."

"I know a cop you'd like," I said. "Actually, remind me never to introduce you to her."

"I'm touched, but there's plenty of me to go around," Jack smarmed, with a wink at me. "No need to be greedy."

"Would you stop flirting?" the Doctor demanded, as I blushed despite my best efforts.

"If you hadn't been flirting, it wouldn't have gotten into the flat in the first place!" Rose added.

The trap door started to rattle. "Bob?" I yelled.

"I want 24 hours," Bob declared.

"You can have 30 minutes and you can't go near Rose," I said.

"Done. Sing."

"What?" We all demanded.

"Sing. They love music. Unless it's sticky, in which case you should never, ever sing."

We all looked at each other and simultaneously burst into 'Row, row, row your boat'. The thumping stopped.

"New experience," Rose muttered.

[twelve-pastels.livejournal.com]

AHHAHAHAHA. PERFECT. So perfect. And Bob. With the staring. And the awesomeness. And eating the couch.

\o/

*Loves you and possibly gropes you a bit*

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. I'm glad you liked it. Like I said, book characters are a bit of a challenge for me. *possibly gropes you back* ;-)