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turpsI read the bandom big bang summaries this morning, and man. *wants*
Next year I'm so joining that challenge.
In other gleeful news. The story I mentioned yesterday? There's been a new part posted and it entertained me so much.
The JuC story swap challenge are open to join. So go, do that!
Corey and James had a wonderful time camping, though when I was sorting out Corey's rucksack I found all his undies were untouched. I tell you, I have visions of him coming back from France without once touching soap or clean underwear. He also came back with a nasty rash over both his legs. It's fading now but it looks like he brushed through something that didn't agree with his skin at all.
Thank you to both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mickeym and solariana for the virtual gifts. *smooches you both*
ETA: I've just watched the X Files movie trailer and man, I still get the chills hearing the theme music. I am so excited for this, also so nervous, because it could be screwed up so badly.
Next year I'm so joining that challenge.
In other gleeful news. The story I mentioned yesterday? There's been a new part posted and it entertained me so much.
The JuC story swap challenge are open to join. So go, do that!
Corey and James had a wonderful time camping, though when I was sorting out Corey's rucksack I found all his undies were untouched. I tell you, I have visions of him coming back from France without once touching soap or clean underwear. He also came back with a nasty rash over both his legs. It's fading now but it looks like he brushed through something that didn't agree with his skin at all.
Thank you to both
mickeym and solariana for the virtual gifts. *smooches you both*ETA: I've just watched the X Files movie trailer and man, I still get the chills hearing the theme music. I am so excited for this, also so nervous, because it could be screwed up so badly.
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:07 pm (UTC)How's yours going? Is Mikey talking yet?
I'm totally joining next year. Then when I do and get all stressed you can point me back here and laugh *g*
Bob is SPAAAAAAACE! Is coming on good. Have a snippet, sorry for it being so rough.
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There’s space between Bob and Gerard, enough that Bob feels comfortable as they slowly walk into the tube. They’re silent, just the sound of Gerard’s harsh breathing and their footsteps, and while Bob doesn’t need to talk, he can sense the words that Gerard needs to say, the way his hands twitch as he looks around. Bob says, “Tell me about them.”
Gerard bites at his bottom lip and it splits in yet another place, a small dribble of blood oozing down his chin. Using the back of his hand, Gerard swipes it away, showing ragged black-painted nails and hands that are coated with dirt and dried blood.
“They’re fantastic.” Gerard lights up when he talks. “Ray’s been my friend for years. We met at one of the education centres, before they decided they were too risky.” Gerard scowls, and his voice is painful to hear, little more than a rasp. He coughs and wipes more specks of blood from his chin. “He fucking shreds like a crazy person.” Gerard smiles, obviously lost in some memory and Bob is content to wait, shortening his strides as they reach the join to the main tube.
“He’s a good guy.” Gerard wipes at his mouth and moves toward the side of the tube. He presses his hands against the glass/plastic?, fingers splayed as he looks down at the abandoned club. When Bob joins him he can see the wreckage of a hover cart and a line of crosses pushed into the dirt. He can guess why they’re there; Bob’s seen too many make-shift graves on too many planets and his hands itch in remembrance of digging into alien soil.
“I had to. Some of the audience and they started to rot.” Gerard is biting at his lip again, fingers blanched white. “It was the least I could do, and I had time.” He looks at Bob, as if expecting condemnation, but Bob just looks back levelly until Gerard nods slightly and speaks again. “Matt’s our drummer, he’s good but I think he wanted to move on. He kept going to the alpha zone and talking about planet hopping. Sometimes….Sometimes I tell myself he’s off travelling somewhere. They all are.”
Bob slips the bag from his back and takes a bag of water from the bottom. He hands it to Gerard who unscrews the spout and takes a shallow drink, hardly enough to wet his mouth.
“Drink some more, I’ve enough,” Bob says, and leans back against the wall, arms crossed as Gerard takes a much longer drink.
“I drank through all the bottles first.” Gerard licks his lips and looks back down at the club. “Just me, a pile of rotting bottles and an endless supply of alcohol. I did it to forget.”
“Did it work?”
“At first.” Gerard takes another drink, then carefully seals the bag. “I kept waking up.”
“That happens,” Bob says, and takes the bag. Stowing it back in his pack he briefly rests his hand on Gerard’s arm. “You were telling me about Matt.”
“Oh, yeah.” Gerard starts to walk again, and his voice seems less pained, still rough and destroyed, but soothed enough that Bob can listen without wanting to cringe. “He lived in the beta quadrant, we all do. Frank too, but he didn’t go to the same education centre. You know how it is, these uppity space brats.”
Bob nods, hearing the smile in Gerard’s voice
“He plays the guitar, him and Ray together are phenomenal but he’s a crazy bastard, he brought an anti grav unit once. We all ended up playing on the ceiling, well, except for Matt. His drums wouldn’t stay together. He was a little pissed off.”
Bob sucked in a breath, imagining his old drums floating through space. “I can imagine.”
“Yeah, right? But the show fucking rocked that night.” Hands waving in the air, Gerard turnz so he’s walking backwards, more easily able to see Bob. “The kids loved it; we were on fire, even Mikey spoke.”
“Mikey?” Bob asks, and wishes he hadn’t when Gerard’s smile fades. He turns back around, looking anywhere but at Bob.
“Mikey’s my baby brother.”
It’s all he says, and Bob bites back an apology, because there’s nothing to apologise for, and he looks away from the slump of Gerard’s shoulders, the way his footsteps have slowed even further.
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:43 pm (UTC)I might be a wee bit predictable in my perferences.
Mine wolves cleave to their silence. That's pretty much how it's going. :P I need to do a collabrative brainstorming/ improv thingy, I think. Though, I *did* get a random bit of Mikey exposition yesterday, that I suspect is wolfish. Wolfesque? Regardless, I'm hopeful. thanks for asking. :)
Oh trust me, there will be no pointing and laughing from this quarter - the thought of an epic penned by yourself is far too exciting. We're talking mega-sized portions of GLEE. I'll be more of the hand-holding. cheerleading type. [Unless you *want* pointing and laughing, of course. :D]
*claps*
BOB! GERARD! TEH BAND [by proxy, anyway]!
This happens just after the initial snippet, right? [I mean, it's pretty obvious, but I thought it wise to double-check.] The slow layering of 'verse details is excellent - the little teases of culture and the like draws the reader in. You do a great job of describing setting through the characters' responses/interactions... the world, therefore, rings true.
Anti-grav Frank! bwhahahaha! Oh, that's classic, and is SO easy to imagine. And good show, balancing the tragedy with some humor. :)
I'm rather worried about Gerard - coughing blood is never a good thing. And this is just heartbreaking:
“I drank through all the bottles first.” Gerard licks his lips and looks back down at the club. “Just me, a pile of rotting bottles and an endless supply of alcohol. I did it to forget.”
“Did it work?”
“At first.” Gerard takes another drink, then carefully seals the bag. “I kept waking up.”
“That happens,” Bob says, and takes the bag.
[rotting bodies, not bottles, right?]
Gerard's so worried about Mikey! Heck, *I'm* worried about Mikey. *frets over them all*
But Bob? He is made of all things awesome and will obviously save the day.
Thank you for sharing, hon!
*cuddles snippet to my bosom*
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Date: 2008-05-12 05:32 pm (UTC)I loved the idea of all of those too, but also the one where Ryan is in an accident and loses the ability to speak. ( I'm such a sucker for h/c and in the right hands that could be fantastic ) The one with Frank's cursed tattoo, because it seems very group orientated, also, Mikey as a priest! Though my thoughts along those lines should give me shame. The Mikey centric kid fic, which I'm not usually one for kidfic, but again. Mikey. Ray as a werewolf \o/ The Mikey/Frank. That thrills me because so many words of Mikey/Frank. I can't even! Then the high school Frank/Mikey and just. \o/ The mob one with Mikey/Frank/Bob
I may have a little bit of a theme going on.
Though, I *did* get a random bit of Mikey exposition yesterday
Excellent! And you know, if you ever need my help in any way, feel free to ask.
This happens just after the initial snippet, right?
Yep. Pretty much straight after.
Anti-grav Frank! bwhahahaha! Oh, that's classic, and is SO easy to imagine. And good show, balancing the tragedy with some humor. :)
Hee. Yes. I have this image of them all on the ceiling and Matt trying to drum but just giving up when his kit ends up spread across the roof. Gerard jumping down instead of up. People looking up at Ray's thighs of steel.
I'm rather worried about Gerard - coughing blood is never a good thing
It's really not. But Bob will go get him help, and meanwhile the stowaway Ryanbot will take care of him, with very bad grace though. Reluctantly serving instant soup when Bob says it's that or being thrown into space to float for eternity.
rotting bodies, not bottles, right?
Wow, I totally missed that. Yep, bodies is what it's supposed to be.
I'm worried about Mikey too. I think he'll be the last found though. Which means Gerard angst and me having to be very careful not to go to badfic land with Mikey being a traumatised sex-slave somewhere.
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Date: 2008-05-12 07:24 pm (UTC)Don't you dare!! :-)
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Date: 2008-05-12 07:26 pm (UTC)Though the idea of Mikey all bound up and used as a sex slave does please me ;)
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Date: 2008-05-12 08:25 pm (UTC)I like themes! Themes are a goodness. ;)
Floating Drums are just sheer hilarity. Wouldn't they move everytime you tried to hit them?
and this comment? People looking up at Ray's thighs of steel. It melted a brain cell or two.
Oh, I'd forgotten about the Ryanbot. Heeeee!
And you know, if you ever need my help in any way, feel free to ask.
Ah, thank you! I will inevitably take you up on this generous offer.
I'm worried about Mikey too. I think he'll be the last found though. Which means Gerard angst and me having to be very careful not to go to badfic land with Mikey being a traumatised sex-slave somewhere.
Oh no! Don't go there! You could always make him a freedom fighter instead... [I want more Mikey Saves the Day fic. It's a sickness.]
In conclusion: Mikey Way - making the galaxy safe through literal applications of hotness.
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Date: 2008-05-12 09:14 pm (UTC)The thing is with kidfic it takes a special way of writing it, otherwise it becomes cloying and just wrong. But I'm staying positive about these and have decided they'll be great.
Wouldn't they move everytime you tried to hit them?
Hee! Yes!
Can you imagine looking up at Ray's thighs? It would be such a spectacular view, thighs and crotch, his hands caressing his guitar and flying hair. *fans self*
Ryanbot is something I'm a little undecided on right now. Probably more toward the including him than not though. I see him as providing some light relief, because he'd be the worst bot in the world while also having his own issues. Because bots deserve love too. But at the same time, it's adding another element to a story that's already got a lot going on.
Ah, thank you! I will inevitably take you up on this generous offer.
Anytime. I mean it.
Mikey Way - making the galaxy safe through literal applications of hotness.
Heck yeah!
Okay, I have this scene in my head now. Mikey is very much a freedom fighter. He escaped from the trafficers and since then has been living his life to his brother's ideals, because he thinks Gerard died back then. So Mikey has gathered this band of really weird rebels, and they're basically kicking ass across the universe. So Mikey's all poker-faced and no one has ever seen him smile, then there's some kind of battle and he's in the thick of it, laser blasting and then Bob and Gerard turn up ( maybe Frank and Ray too ) and Bob stops Gerard from just running to Mikey, because hello, lasers everywhere and Mikey is in the zone, so Gee yells but Mikey can't hear. Which is when Gerard starts to sing and Mikey finally lets his hand drop, and he shades his eyes and looks across the smoking ruins and for the first time his dead pan expression falters, because Gerard and then they're running to one another and it's the sappiest most cliched idea ever but it gives me glee right now!
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Date: 2008-05-12 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 09:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying :)
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Date: 2008-05-13 08:05 am (UTC)I love how Gerard talks about them all in the firmly confident present tense. And Mikey! oh lost Mikey! O.O <-meepface
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Date: 2008-05-13 08:13 am (UTC)And yes, Mikey. He may not be a sex slave, but he is lost :(
I'm glad you liked. This is another of those stories I'm having fun writing. Now if only the things I'm signed up for would come so easily.