Desperate times and all that.

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I have no words to describe my boredom right now. I have no words to describe anything. I'm at the stalemate, and I'm tempted to do that Give me a prompt and I'll write you a two-line story for it.

Yeah, alright, hit me. First fifteen in the door get the prize.* Anything I've already written before is game, no Hermione. Look, I'll even show you how it goes. Example: Request: SGA, Sheppard/McKay (which, um, you could request too even though I don't watch the show)


"So, McKay, what's all this UST business?" Sheppard did that thing he did with his mouth when he was trying to play smart. Rodney wasn’t fooled. "Is it a new strand of the ATA gene?"

"It stands for Unresolved Sexual Tension, Major."

"Lieutenant Colonel."

"Please," Rodney scoffed. "With all this tension I could call you Susan, and you wouldn't care."

"What tension?"

"The sexual tension between us."

"What sexual tension between us?"

"See, that's why it's unresolved! Because you can't admit it's there!"*


*If you're late, you might be able to bribe me with music. I'm partial to Eric B and Rakim, Tom Jones, New Edition, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew.

***Okay, that was about ten lines too long, but serialkarma is feeling poorly, so I'm being nice.


ETA: OKAY, offer closed!

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[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Because now there will never be enough:

Kitchen Confidential

Jack/Steven

Prompt: NYC Transit Strike -- 'What do you mean all we have in stock is peanut butter?!?"

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The thing about the transit strike that got to Jack wasn't that there was a transit strike, since he was still sleeping in the back office it wasn't as though he had to travel to get to work or anything. No, what really pissed Jack off was that no one else -- with the exception of Steven, who was always an exception to any rule -- lived on the island. This meant that Jack had no sauteman and no dishwasher and no grillman, even Seth hadn't come into work because he'd been visiting his grandmother in Jersey and Jack had just hung up on him when he'd called because Jack couldn't run a restaurant with just him and Steven and a patisser. Although Steven begged to differ. "It's all right, mate, we can serve'em all peanut butter sandwiches."

Jack rolled his eyes and turned away. "If you can't be helpful then shut up and get steal me something that can."

And that was about when Steven flung a large glob of peanut butter in Jack's hair.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

HeeHee - ahh a one-sided food fight.

SO NEAT!

[kismeteve.livejournal.com]

*loves*

[veradeath.livejournal.com]

Halarious and beautiful, and very spot on, as is anything you write for KC. Loved this.

[kismeteve.livejournal.com]

That's the best prompt EVER.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Thank you, thank you . . . I can just imagine of all the people who were just driven crazy by the strike (and let me tell you having to walk 40 blocks from my house to work was not something that made me happy) restaurant staffs must have been going especially nuts - and the KC staff were already nuts to begin with, so it wasn't a far fall.