Shipping itP II: Scourge of the Seven Seas

[PhoeKun]

@PhoeKun I've never attempted this style before.

No, I... never mind. It was just advice.

[Gem Flower]

Phoe, RHL, can I put you in a shipfic? A different kind from my first, obviously.

[Cristo Meyers]

Phoe, RHL, can I put you in a shipfic? A different kind from my first, obviously.

Hear that? That's the sound of several fanboys *squee*-ing in unison.

Anyone that has signed in this thread has given permission to be used in a ship.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Phoe, RHL, can I put you in a shipfic? A different kind from my first, obviously.

APPROVED.
::stamps Gem's face::

[PhoeKun]

Phoe, RHL, can I put you in a shipfic? A different kind from my first, obviously.

Yes, you absolutely may.

[Gem Flower]

*lols at RHL* I'll try to finish the shipfic I just started tomorrow. Thanks for the feedback, everyone!

[Cristo Meyers]

I've got to remember to give that other project some more attention...

...but currently either my head has exploded or I'm getting a migraine...so I'm going to bed...

[Helgraf]

Nicely written.
And... Forgive my literary forgetfulness, but what type of irony is that? With how we know Renfield is gonna do some crazy misdeed, and Curly doesn't?

I'm not sure it's a strict irony. But there's several ironies; with Renfield acting the perfect gentlemen and not at all his 'normal' living in his psychotic world self - and then there's the song chosen, which on first glance seems to be referring to Renfield, but in fact alludes to the slow but inevitable slide of Curly into the abyss in which Renfield resides as her intentions and her fascination draw her ever more readily closer.

[Helgraf]

Let's hope this time it'll stick.

Set in Helgraf's Mad Season world; and becaus italics are song lyrics Renfields' POV is bold. Apologies if this one sucks, but my good one got et by th'internets.

Curly/Helgraf (Renfield)

I'm Going Slightly Mad

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Curly lounged in her office leafing over the numerous case files she was given on the first day she arrived here. All to do with the mystery that was Renfield. And each and every one of them contradicted what she had experienced first hand.
If anything, Renfield was a gentleman: polite, attentive, erudite and gentle.
She wondered half heartedly if maybe there'd been a mix - up in files. She knew that Renfield wouldn't hurt anyone other than himself. She'd seen proof of that herself. Thick, hideous scars creeping up and down his arms like some insidous disease.
It was spring outside. The quadrangle spattered with innumerable daffodils prancing around as if they were a gift from God. She hated spring.
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something?
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue
Curly walked to her other office - where she saw Renfield most days - in a rather jaunty fashion. Perhaps if she could gather enough proof they could see about reallocating his room. Those rooms were normally reserved for those dangerous to others. He wasn't. She couldn't help but think that maybe Renfield was better now. After all, they had such lovely talks about nearly every subject under the sun, so it seemed to her. He'd never once seemed anything other than sane.
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened - I'm slightly mad
Oh dear!
Renfield crouched in the centre of his cell mumbling incoherent hymns that echoed and reechoed around his mind fragmenting whatever tune that was originally present in his once - cultured mind. It was nearly time for his appointment with her, Dr. Curly. She could be sculpted like malleable clay in his hands to whatever he wished. But at the same time, her mind was forming into a delicate ornament. And when it was time, yes, when it was time, oh time, trapping and tripping ever forwards defiant of all creatures and their wishes, when it was time, he would break her little mind. And it would shatter and lie there on the floor of her subconcious and sparkled fragmentedly, chaotically in the light of all things. It would be beautiful.
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you? [/I]
Curly sat officiously in her chair, almost regally she thought happily to herself. She reached into her voluminous bag ("All the better to carry the world then!" she had said during her first session with Renfield) and slipped out two teacups, a thermos of tea and naturally, some biscuits. Renfield liked tea and biscuits during their afternoon sessions. She smiled as she envisaged his elegant smile. He would enjoy what she'd bought today. As Renfield was escorted into the room she waved an arrogant hand in dismissal towards the warden and guard who had walked him in.
Smiling happily at her patient she asked him how his day was. As she took notes on what he said she thought again about how he didn't really belong here. She would help him escape somehow.
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad!
Just very slightly mad!

Oh no - it does not suck by any means. I will note that yours and RHL's interpretations of the story are slightly different than mine, with yours cleaving closer to hers than mine (but not being radically far off - please don't read that into what I'm saying here); in essence I see the two as parellell tracks - or perhaps retellings of the same fundamental story from different points of view. Yours and RHLs focus mainly on Curly's - mine is set squarely between the ears of Renfield (which actually is part of my block - I need to shift narration gears so I can demonstrate Curly's perspective within the story in order to most effectively portray the process as a whole.)

[Cobra_Ikari]

Nicely written.
And... Forgive my literary forgetfulness, but what type of irony is that? With how we know Renfield is gonna do some crazy misdeed, and Curly doesn't?

Dramatic, I believe?

[Player_Zero]

Okay, first twenty five pages (1/2) of the first thread has been done.
The second half will come on my next day off, which is this Friday.
Um. Yay.

Cheers. Blanktextblanktext.

[Atomsized]

@atomsized Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

I meant it to be a good thing.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Oh no - it does not suck by any means. I will note that yours and RHL's interpretations of the story are slightly different than mine, with yours cleaving closer to hers than mine (but not being radically far off - please don't read that into what I'm saying here); in essence I see the two as parellell tracks - or perhaps retellings of the same fundamental story from different points of view. Yours and RHLs focus mainly on Curly's - mine is set squarely between the ears of Renfield (which actually is part of my block - I need to shift narration gears so I can demonstrate Curly's perspective within the story in order to most effectively portray the process as a whole.)

I can't do Renfield. At least not as well as you so I chose to use Curly's POV as I can at least attempt her portrayal better. Which also explains why it sticks to RHLs' more.
And you got all the ironies as well. At least, the ones I was going for. There may be unintended ones. And Cobra got the dramatic irony as the audience knows what's really going to happen to poor wee Dr. Curly.

[Jibar]

Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager

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I love you.
At least I think I do.
There's a big difference within me, within my mind. A difference between what I know; what I think and what I believe.
It's hard to explain why this difference matters, but it does.
I know that I'm wasting my life, but I believe I'm doing right.
I know there is no God, but I believe there is.
And I know I love you and I believe this too.
Why eludes me though.
You've never given me reason to love you, or any hint that you'd love me too. You said it clearly enough, we're friends, nothing more, nothing less.
But I can't help but feel this. Though all signs point me away, though everyone tells me no, though everything tries to stop me, I do love you.
When I'm awake, I think of you. I wish you were with me, or I with you, going through our lives together. I wonder constantly what you'd think of things, how you'd feel, what you would suggest.
Then when I sleep you're in my dreams. But even there, something stops me, and even in my dreams I can't be with you. But it doesn't stop you being there.
All I know is that every aspect of you I find wonderful. Everything about you makes me smile. Every little bit makes me love you and there's nothing I can do to stop that.
I don't know what I want to happen. If you told me you hate me, I'd leave and never both you again. You tell me you love me, and I will do everything you ask. but I don't know what you'll say.
I don't even know why I'm writing this. It'll only prove to be trouble and nothing good can possibly happen. I doubt you'll ever even see this. But I think this has to be written. I have to get this out. If you do read this, don't tell me. If you want to tell me something good then feel free, but I doubt you will. I'd prefer to live with hope than know there truly is no chance. Ultimately, this is pointless. The doubt, the confusion, the questions, none of it matters. The only thing I care about is you.
I love you. That's what matters.

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...I've stopped making this stuff up. This and my last one have come out my journals.
...they're the kind of things I wish I could say.

If you read the second spoiler box then yeah, you're right, this doesn't involve the playground and thus doesn't need to be in the shipping thread. But I want to have this out there. I want someone to read it and... I don't want her to see. That's all. Just imagine it's a letter from one playgrounder to another or something.

[Fan]

I haz claimed the rights to the song Hey Jude by the Beatles for my next horrible ship fic!
Looking for a guy, and a gal for it to be based around!

[randman22222]

Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager

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I love you.
At least I think I do.
There's a big difference within me, within my mind. A difference between what I know; what I think and what I believe.
It's hard to explain why this difference matters, but it does.
I know that I'm wasting my life, but I believe I'm doing right.
I know there is no God, but I believe there is.
And I know I love you and I believe this too.
Why eludes me though.
You've never given me reason to love you, or any hint that you'd love me too. You said it clearly enough, we're friends, nothing more, nothing less.
But I can't help but feel this. Though all signs point me away, though everyone tells me no, though everything tries to stop me, I do love you.
When I'm awake, I think of you. I wish you were with me, or I with you, going through our lives together. I wonder constantly what you'd think of things, how you'd feel, what you would suggest.
Then when I sleep you're in my dreams. But even there, something stops me, and even in my dreams I can't be with you. But it doesn't stop you being there.
All I know is that every aspect of you I find wonderful. Everything about you makes me smile. Every little bit makes me love you and there's nothing I can do to stop that.
I don't know what I want to happen. If you told me you hate me, I'd leave and never both you again. You tell me you love me, and I will do everything you ask. but I don't know what you'll say.
I don't even know why I'm writing this. It'll only prove to be trouble and nothing good can possibly happen. I doubt you'll ever even see this. But I think this has to be written. I have to get this out. If you do read this, don't tell me. If you want to tell me something good then feel free, but I doubt you will. I'd prefer to live with hope than know there truly is no chance. Ultimately, this is pointless. The doubt, the confusion, the questions, none of it matters. The only thing I care about is you.
I love you. That's what matters.

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...I've stopped making this stuff up. This and my last one have come out my journals.
...they're the kind of things I wish I could say.

If you read the second spoiler box then yeah, you're right, this doesn't involve the playground and thus doesn't need to be in the shipping thread. But I want to have this out there. I want someone to read it and... I don't want her to see. That's all. Just imagine it's a letter from one playgrounder to another or something.

Those were my musings about half a year ago.

[Gem Flower]

I haz claimed the rights to the song Hey Jude by the Beatles for my next horrible ship fic!
Looking for a guy, and a gal for it to be based around!

*volunteers at* Ooh, ooh, pick me!

[Fan]

*volunteers at* Ooh, ooh, pick me!

It tis only fair.... Now I need a guy...

[SMEE]

*waves hand nervously* Eh... hm... err... if people need a girl to write a shipfic about, I'd be avaliable...

[Vespe Ratavo]

It tis only fair.... Now I need a guy...

*raises hand*

Resident Beatles fanatic at your service, guv'nr!

[EvilElitest]

anyone ship me recently
from
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[Raistlin1040]

*raises hand*

Resident Beatles fanatic at your service, guv'nr!

*Smacks with glove* I challenge you to a Beatles trivia duel!

[Saint Nil]

I'd appreciate it if you didn't use such language when typing about others, please >>
Fiction is fiction. There have been more warpings of personalities in here than that. I can understand Fanboy being upset, but we don't all have to jump at HiT.

Yeah, your right, my bad. Sorry all

And Gemflower, loved the story, especially the more detailed things, such as the comments RHL's teacher made, and I can't wait to read the next one.

[Fan]

*Smacks with glove* I challenge you to a Beatles trivia duel!

Orly' What was the name of Jude's girlfreinds brother that died in the hospital?
(hint he was the guy in the bar, who sung hey Jude... Across the Universe is a awesome movie BTW.)

[RabbitHoleLost]

Alright, back when I did Mad Season, Helgraf guessed quickly at one of my influencing obsessions- Hannibal. However, only ONE person guessed the other very important factor to my inspiration for that particular fic, and, it was, of course, Magtok. (BTW, the other inspiration is my MAJORJAMAJOR obsession, Harley/Joker)
I told him he was incredibly smart. And, for being so smart, he would have to be punished. I told him this would come in way of a fic.
After just having had an...interesting conversation with Magtok( parts [read; all of Magtok's little monologue about AMEN] of it are yanked, as Magtok gave me permission >>), I've decided to do two.
Because I'm just that dedicated of a fangirl.

Lord Magtok/RHL

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Rabbit had found him in a particularly decent mood, she had decided. Or perhaps she just liked to imagine it as a good mood; it would make it all the easier to ask the question she had on her mind.
Rabbit was a good fangirl, and, therefore, by extension, a perfect and loyal minion. Oh, sure, she killed Magtok from time to time on accident when she got carried away, but she hadn't ever meant to, and she'd jump infront of Cthulu with nothing but a bowl of ramen if he told her it would be a good idea.
She might question him and call him stupid, but she'd do it.
"Maggums?" He cringed at the sound of the pet name she had made specifically so that she would have something to call him, and only her...though it had picked up with others slowly.
He put down whatever he was fiddling with, and, though Rabbit only caught a glimpse of it, she was certain it was sharp.
"Er...yes?"The cyborg turned to look at her cautiously, anticipating a rib-breaking tackle hug.
"...I..um. I know I'm not very active here in AMEN, and I think I've figured out why. I have this feeling that AMEN used to be something...different, better. Like you and Castaras and Vespe and Exachix and Curly and even Saurousaur and the rest were some big, dysfunctional, abusive, homicidal family, and I don't know what happened, but something did, and its not like that anymore." The hatter seemed desperate, and it was a wonder how the cyborg understood a word she said.
Nonetheless, he did, and answered at first with a sigh.
"Things were new and foreign and flashy and confusing then; we knew nothing. We were blindly racing towards a brick wall, and when our eyes were finally open, it was too late."
Rabbit found herself sitting down at his robed feet, gazing up at Magtok with wide hazel eyes, absorbing every word he tossed to her.
"And then we got back up, and hit the wall again, this time, thinking that the fun was from hitting the wall, not running blindly and without fear of said wall. We tried to just run with our eyes open next." Dramatic pauses. Rabbit knew he did them just to give himself more theatrics, but she enjoyed them well enough, and bit back a giggle.
"With the wind against us, it was fun, but we always knew when to turn, when to swerve, and did so. Our eyes had finally adjusted to the light, we memorized every inch of our surroundings, and suddenly hated ourselves for it." That got a frown from his captive "audience", and he seemed visibly pleased with this, which, in return, almost washed away Rabbit's unease by his last statement.
"A few were lucky; They had no eyes from the start, but people started shouting 'Look out for that wall!', and then they were just as held back as us. The newbies-" Rabbit muttered something under her breath, and Magtok shot her a look.
"Do you want me to tell the story, or what?" She suddenly sat straight up, pouting up at him.
"Please. I promise I'll behave." Magtok nodded.
"Good. Anyways, the newbies who came, we delighted in smacking them against walls early, familiarizing them with everything. With sadistic glee, we did all we could to forget what we couldn't undo, and then all those newbie bodies started to smell funny. And we began to feel lonely. Trapped," The hatter on the floor crept slightly closer to Magtok.
"Scared, Even closer...
"Confused, but aware, so horribly aware of everything; Eventually, we gave up all hope. The girl on the floor seemed devastated at hearing such words from the one person she held high on a pedestal.
Magtok shrugged, turning back to his previous work.
"Nowadays, we just use crazy references nd completely meanigless and absurd analogies that don't actually mean anything but sound like they do." And he said nothing more, as if dismissing her. Rabbit stood slowly, watching his back for a few long moments before clearing her throat.
Magtok either did not hear her, or ignored her, continuing to fiddle with whatever he was doing.
"Maggums?" The cyborg stopped his movements and issued a great sigh.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I knows.

The other, lighter fic should come later. This isn't all that well done, but I enjoyed doing it nonetheless.


Edit: Also, Fan, I don't think Across the Universe trivia reaaaallly counts as Beatles trivia.
And Rai will know it anyways

[Fan]

Alright, back when I did Mad Season, Helgraf guessed quickly at one of my influencing obsessions- Hannibal. However, only ONE person guessed the other very important factor to my inspiration for that particular fic, and, it was, of course, Magtok. (BTW, the other inspiration is my MAJORJAMAJOR obsession, Harley/Joker)
I told him he was incredibly smart. And, for being so smart, he would have to be punished. I told him this would come in way of a fic.
After just having had an...interesting conversation with Magtok( parts [read; all of Magtok's little monologue about AMEN] of it are yanked, as Magtok gave me permission >>), I've decided to do two.
Because I'm just that dedicated of a fangirl.

Lord Magtok/RHL

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Rabbit had found him in a particularly decent mood, she had decided. Or perhaps she just liked to imagine it as a good mood; it would make it all the easier to ask the question she had on her mind.
Rabbit was a good fangirl, and, therefore, by extension, a perfect and loyal minion. Oh, sure, she killed Magtok from time to time on accident when she got carried away, but she hadn't ever meant to, and she'd jump infront of Cthulu with nothing but a bowl of ramen if he told her it would be a good idea.
She might question him and call him stupid, but she'd do it.
"Maggums?" He cringed at the sound of the pet name she had made specifically so that she would have something to call him, and only her...though it had picked up with others slowly.
He put down whatever he was fiddling with, and, though Rabbit only caught a glimpse of it, she was certain it was sharp.
"Er...yes?"The cyborg turned to look at her cautiously, anticipating a rib-breaking tackle hug.
"...I..um. I know I'm not very active here in AMEN, and I think I've figured out why. I have this feeling that AMEN used to be something...different, better. Like you and Castaras and Vespe and Exachix and Curly and even Saurousaur and the rest were some big, dysfunctional, abusive, homicidal family, and I don't know what happened, but something did, and its not like that anymore." The hatter seemed desperate, and it was a wonder how the cyborg understood a word she said.
Nonetheless, he did, and answered at first with a sigh.
"Things were new and foreign and flashy and confusing then; we knew nothing. We were blindly racing towards a brick wall, and when our eyes were finally open, it was too late."
Rabbit found herself sitting down at his robed feet, gazing up at Magtok with wide hazel eyes, absorbing every word he tossed to her.
"And then we got back up, and hit the wall again, this time, thinking that the fun was from hitting the wall, not running blindly and without fear of said wall. We tried to just run with our eyes open next." Dramatic pauses. Rabbit knew he did them just to give himself more theatrics, but she enjoyed them well enough, and bit back a giggle.
"With the wind against us, it was fun, but we always knew when to turn, when to swerve, and did so. Our eyes had finally adjusted to the light, we memorized every inch of our surroundings, and suddenly hated ourselves for it." That got a frown from his captive "audience", and he seemed visibly pleased with this, which, in return, almost washed away Rabbit's unease by his last statement.
"A few were lucky; They had no eyes from the start, but people started shouting 'Look out for that wall!', and then they were just as held back as us. The newbies-" Rabbit muttered something under her breath, and Magtok shot her a look.
"Do you want me to tell the story, or what?" She suddenly sat straight up, pouting up at him.
"Please. I promise I'll behave." Magtok nodded.
"Good. Anyways, the newbies who came, we delighted in smacking them against walls early, familiarizing them with everything. With sadistic glee, we did all we could to forget what we couldn't undo, and then all those newbie bodies started to smell funny. And we began to feel lonely. Trapped," The hatter on the floor crept slightly closer to Magtok.
"Scared, Even closer...
"Confused, but aware, so horribly aware of everything; Eventually, we gave up all hope. The girl on the floor seemed devastated at hearing such words from the one person she held high on a pedestal.
Magtok shrugged, turning back to his previous work.
"Nowadays, we just use crazy references nd completely meanigless and absurd analogies that don't actually mean anything but sound like they do." And he said nothing more, as if dismissing her. Rabbit stood slowly, watching his back for a few long moments before clearing her throat.
Magtok either did not hear her, or ignored her, continuing to fiddle with whatever he was doing.
"Maggums?" The cyborg stopped his movements and issued a great sigh.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I knows.

The other, lighter fic should come later. This isn't all that well done, but I enjoyed doing it nonetheless.


Edit: Also, Fan, I don't think Across the Universe trivia reaaaallly counts as Beatles trivia.
And Rai will know it anyways

I refuse to listen to your heresey... Across the Universe was amazing, and had the approval of the last remaining Beatles members! (Ringo FTW!)

[RabbitHoleLost]

I refuse to listen to your heresey... Across the Universe was amazing, and had the approval of the last remaining Beatles members! (Ringo FTW!)

OMG yes, Ringo <3
And I wasn't arguing about whether or not it was a great movie; it was. Its how I got into my Beatles obsession. However, it has little to do with the actual Beatles.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Alright, back when I did Mad Season, Helgraf guessed quickly at one of my influencing obsessions- Hannibal. However, only ONE person guessed the other very important factor to my inspiration for that particular fic, and, it was, of course, Magtok. (BTW, the other inspiration is my MAJORJAMAJOR obsession, Harley/Joker)
I told him he was incredibly smart. And, for being so smart, he would have to be punished. I told him this would come in way of a fic.
After just having had an...interesting conversation with Magtok( parts [read; all of Magtok's little monologue about AMEN] of it are yanked, as Magtok gave me permission >>), I've decided to do two.
Because I'm just that dedicated of a fangirl.

Lord Magtok/RHL

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Rabbit had found him in a particularly decent mood, she had decided. Or perhaps she just liked to imagine it as a good mood; it would make it all the easier to ask the question she had on her mind.
Rabbit was a good fangirl, and, therefore, by extension, a perfect and loyal minion. Oh, sure, she killed Magtok from time to time on accident when she got carried away, but she hadn't ever meant to, and she'd jump infront of Cthulu with nothing but a bowl of ramen if he told her it would be a good idea.
She might question him and call him stupid, but she'd do it.
"Maggums?" He cringed at the sound of the pet name she had made specifically so that she would have something to call him, and only her...though it had picked up with others slowly.
He put down whatever he was fiddling with, and, though Rabbit only caught a glimpse of it, she was certain it was sharp.
"Er...yes?"The cyborg turned to look at her cautiously, anticipating a rib-breaking tackle hug.
"...I..um. I know I'm not very active here in AMEN, and I think I've figured out why. I have this feeling that AMEN used to be something...different, better. Like you and Castaras and Vespe and Exachix and Curly and even Saurousaur and the rest were some big, dysfunctional, abusive, homicidal family, and I don't know what happened, but something did, and its not like that anymore." The hatter seemed desperate, and it was a wonder how the cyborg understood a word she said.
Nonetheless, he did, and answered at first with a sigh.
"Things were new and foreign and flashy and confusing then; we knew nothing. We were blindly racing towards a brick wall, and when our eyes were finally open, it was too late."
Rabbit found herself sitting down at his robed feet, gazing up at Magtok with wide hazel eyes, absorbing every word he tossed to her.
"And then we got back up, and hit the wall again, this time, thinking that the fun was from hitting the wall, not running blindly and without fear of said wall. We tried to just run with our eyes open next." Dramatic pauses. Rabbit knew he did them just to give himself more theatrics, but she enjoyed them well enough, and bit back a giggle.
"With the wind against us, it was fun, but we always knew when to turn, when to swerve, and did so. Our eyes had finally adjusted to the light, we memorized every inch of our surroundings, and suddenly hated ourselves for it." That got a frown from his captive "audience", and he seemed visibly pleased with this, which, in return, almost washed away Rabbit's unease by his last statement.
"A few were lucky; They had no eyes from the start, but people started shouting 'Look out for that wall!', and then they were just as held back as us. The newbies-" Rabbit muttered something under her breath, and Magtok shot her a look.
"Do you want me to tell the story, or what?" She suddenly sat straight up, pouting up at him.
"Please. I promise I'll behave." Magtok nodded.
"Good. Anyways, the newbies who came, we delighted in smacking them against walls early, familiarizing them with everything. With sadistic glee, we did all we could to forget what we couldn't undo, and then all those newbie bodies started to smell funny. And we began to feel lonely. Trapped," The hatter on the floor crept slightly closer to Magtok.
"Scared, Even closer...
"Confused, but aware, so horribly aware of everything; Eventually, we gave up all hope. The girl on the floor seemed devastated at hearing such words from the one person she held high on a pedestal.
Magtok shrugged, turning back to his previous work.
"Nowadays, we just use crazy references nd completely meanigless and absurd analogies that don't actually mean anything but sound like they do." And he said nothing more, as if dismissing her. Rabbit stood slowly, watching his back for a few long moments before clearing her throat.
Magtok either did not hear her, or ignored her, continuing to fiddle with whatever he was doing.
"Maggums?" The cyborg stopped his movements and issued a great sigh.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I knows.

The other, lighter fic should come later. This isn't all that well done, but I enjoyed doing it nonetheless.


Edit: Also, Fan, I don't think Across the Universe trivia reaaaallly counts as Beatles trivia.
And Rai will know it anyways

That fic was awesome. Also, Magtok more or less summed up in a few sentences what I've been trying to say for months. Very well done.

*Smacks with glove* I challenge you to a Beatles trivia duel!

*smacks with glove also* I accept, good sir.

[Fan]

OMG yes, Ringo <3
And I wasn't arguing about whether or not it was a great movie; it was. Its how I got into my Beatles obsession. However, it has little to do with the actual Beatles.

Got a point... Just how the Pink Floyd movie had very little to do with Pink Floyd, or how HighLander had little to do with Queen. (I mean all the Highlander music was done by Queen after all.)

[RabbitHoleLost]

That fic was awesome. Also, Magtok more or less summed up in a few sentences what I've been trying to say for months. Very well done.

It all started because I accidentally stumbled on AMEN III, and noticed that you guys used to actually have fun :: sad smile::
And, really, any creative yay-ness belongs to Magtok. That is essentially the conversation he and I had, written down in prose.