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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*dies laughing*

omg, you wrote SGA! all it took was my deathly illness! *heart*

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ooh, also, can I request something? Can I request KC too? gen, prompt: sea bass, grouper, dolphin (gee, where did THOSE come from?)

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Yeah, yeah, this is really all for you. I am cheap.

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The fish market in Seattle is famous for the ability of its handlers to throw large fish long distances. Jack knows this because he saw it on The Real World Seattle. Of course Jack's been to Seattle too, but he doesn't remember much about the trip apart from the jail cell, Seth drooling on his shoulder and Steven getting betting tips from an old man with three teeth and even fewer hairs on his head.

This is all the preparation Jack has when Steven starts flinging fish at him from the meatlocker. "Grouper! Chilean sea Bass! Dolphin! Wait, gotta put the mahi mahi where it'll be safe," Steven says, flinging fish at Seth and Ernesto and Jim, who actually falls on his ass with the force of Steven's throw.

"If you put that fish down your checks I'm coming in after it," Jack warns.

Steven pulls a large slab of grouper out of the freezer and walks to the entrance of the walk-in. In full view of everyone he sticks 15 pounds of grouper down his checks. "Come and get it, big boy," he says with a grin.

Jack just laughs. And then he goes in.