How I spent my summer vacation
May. 14th, 2004 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windlionSo yes, one year of college down. With any luck, only two and a half to go. Somehow I managed to get through final exam week without becoming dreadfully sick again, and successfully moved out. Now I'm back home to deal with other menaces beyond my gpa- like getting a job.
Oh yes, retail, here I come!
In the meantime, while I linger in the pleasant limbo known as summer vacation, I have taken on what shall be termed the Flidget Challenge!
The challenge went something like this: take two bish from the Bishotron, add the random item/object/animal of someone else's choice, and drabble. I suspect mine went significantly longer than a drabble, but it's not much more than a page, so it's all good. It's also undoubtedly influenced by the fact that I was reading X-files fanfic, and am terribly incapable of thinking up /normal/ names for random characters. . .
Courtesy of Flidge, my challenge looked somewhat like this:
Bishounen One: This man has hooded, amethyst eyes that twinkle interestingly. He has neck-length, straight, indigo hair which partially conceals his face. His form is noteably athletic. An aura of frustration radiates from him. He has a large mouth.
Bishounen Two: In trying to describe this man, "healer" is the best term you can think of. His wide eyes are the exact color of valuable rubies. He has long, soot-black hair which has a form that reminds you of a plume of smoke. His physical form is noteably slender. He has thin eyebrows and long-fingered hands.
Random Factor: Pigmy Marmosets. (Ask her, not me, I swear!)
"Have I ever mentioned that I'm afraid of drowning?"
His partner's voice was conversational and pleasant enough, but he could read the edginess behind it.
"No, I don't think it's come up." Daniel smiled reassuringly, knowing it couldn't be seen in the dim light of the cargo bay. "Somehow I think you'll survive."
He could just barely see the outline of where the younger man shifted soundlessly, leaning against one of the many boxes that made up their surroundings. Riley was leaning forward with his arms around his knees, head tilted in that way that always hid his eyes without hiding his emphatic scowl.
"Of course I will. I don't dare die before giving my report on the great smuggling menace to Jasper, or he'll have my hide." The agent sighed gustily, reaching up to push back his hair behind one ear. "God, I want a cigarette."
A sharp, amethyst glance in his direction forestalled any comment. "And don't even start about getting me to quit, Drake."
The boat lurched under the onslaught of more determined waves, resulting in a secondary effect of echoing creaks and moans of settling wood and metal echoed by the screeches of the live cargo. Already braced firmly against the bulkhead, Daniel folded his hands in his lap, pulling long fingers away from where they'd been determinedly creeping towards his sidearms. He waited until the ruckus died down before protesting softly, "I was not."
Without checking his watch, he knew they had been there for five hours and perhaps twenty-five minutes. There was still no sign of the smugglers they were waiting for.
"You always lecture." The unseen eyes flicked to the boxes again- namely, the aerated crates on top of the stack. "What did you say they were again?"
"Pigmy marmosets. They're very small monkeys."
"Why in hell would anyone be smuggling them?"
"They're illegal, but there's quite a trade for them in the exotic pet market."
"Hn. Bet you there are more interesting things in the other crates."
"Smugglers usually vary their cargo somewhat, yes."
"Want to look? I could go for some Cuban tobacco about now-"
"Whyte!"
The younger man smirked at his scandalized tone. "Calm down, Drake. We'll itemize the confiscated goods /after/ the bastards are arrested." He waited, then added wickedly. "For five minutes."
He could almost feel the withering glare sent by the older ruby-eyed man. Damn but he was good at that. Still, Riley persisted with the impish glee that had fueled many a demonic impulse. "Come on. You wouldn't object if it was, say, imported tea in those boxes. . ."
It really was a pity that Drake didn't wear glasses, or he'd have pushed them up his nose at the moment. Then again, Riley didn't think he could stand the sight of his partner in tweed, so maybe that was just as well. "Yes, I would."
He sighed and tilted his head back against the box behind him, grumbling good naturedly. "You and your prejudices. You know perfectly well you're addicted to tea and newspapers- I just chose different substances."
"Like tobacco and cheap movies." It was too dark to see Daniel's expression, but the snarky tone more than made up for it.
Riley grinned even as he retorted. "Hey, action movies do have plot! You've seen some for yourself!"
"Those that you have dragged me to in public did not make me writhe in agony, yes. Thankfully your other tastes in theatre aren't nearly so. . . widely accepted." A wordless pause. "And they are hardly topic for decent conversation either, Whyte."
Warming to the subject, Riley managed to project a leer at his partner. "What makes this conversation decent?"
"My participation."
Hn. Damn. Riley shrugged amiably. "Touché!"
"Indeed." Daniel may not have had glasses to fidget with, but he had the next best thing. He gave in to impulse and took a moment to pull out his hair tie, regathering his long hair with practiced fingers and settling it until it ran dark and smooth again. He'd just twisted the hair tie into place when a sudden sound above echoed through the decks into the hold.
This time he let his fingers twine around dark polished handgrips.
Whyte had automatically jumped silently to a half-crouched position. The scraping of hinges told of an opened hatch rather than any change in the quality of light, and the partners nodded to each other.
Whyte grinned, muttering suddenly, "If you can finish off the processing by dawn, I'll spring for coffee."
"Tea," Daniel murmured back.
"Yeah, yeah, English breakfast with two sugars and cream. Done."
"You have a deal, Mr. Whyte."
774 words- more than I've written lately, at least. ^^
If this actually spreads as a real challenge, she will Eat Me. However, we all might be highly entertained. Hopefully it was marginally interesting?
Oh yes, retail, here I come!
In the meantime, while I linger in the pleasant limbo known as summer vacation, I have taken on what shall be termed the Flidget Challenge!
The challenge went something like this: take two bish from the Bishotron, add the random item/object/animal of someone else's choice, and drabble. I suspect mine went significantly longer than a drabble, but it's not much more than a page, so it's all good. It's also undoubtedly influenced by the fact that I was reading X-files fanfic, and am terribly incapable of thinking up /normal/ names for random characters. . .
Courtesy of Flidge, my challenge looked somewhat like this:
Bishounen One: This man has hooded, amethyst eyes that twinkle interestingly. He has neck-length, straight, indigo hair which partially conceals his face. His form is noteably athletic. An aura of frustration radiates from him. He has a large mouth.
Bishounen Two: In trying to describe this man, "healer" is the best term you can think of. His wide eyes are the exact color of valuable rubies. He has long, soot-black hair which has a form that reminds you of a plume of smoke. His physical form is noteably slender. He has thin eyebrows and long-fingered hands.
Random Factor: Pigmy Marmosets. (Ask her, not me, I swear!)
"Have I ever mentioned that I'm afraid of drowning?"
His partner's voice was conversational and pleasant enough, but he could read the edginess behind it.
"No, I don't think it's come up." Daniel smiled reassuringly, knowing it couldn't be seen in the dim light of the cargo bay. "Somehow I think you'll survive."
He could just barely see the outline of where the younger man shifted soundlessly, leaning against one of the many boxes that made up their surroundings. Riley was leaning forward with his arms around his knees, head tilted in that way that always hid his eyes without hiding his emphatic scowl.
"Of course I will. I don't dare die before giving my report on the great smuggling menace to Jasper, or he'll have my hide." The agent sighed gustily, reaching up to push back his hair behind one ear. "God, I want a cigarette."
A sharp, amethyst glance in his direction forestalled any comment. "And don't even start about getting me to quit, Drake."
The boat lurched under the onslaught of more determined waves, resulting in a secondary effect of echoing creaks and moans of settling wood and metal echoed by the screeches of the live cargo. Already braced firmly against the bulkhead, Daniel folded his hands in his lap, pulling long fingers away from where they'd been determinedly creeping towards his sidearms. He waited until the ruckus died down before protesting softly, "I was not."
Without checking his watch, he knew they had been there for five hours and perhaps twenty-five minutes. There was still no sign of the smugglers they were waiting for.
"You always lecture." The unseen eyes flicked to the boxes again- namely, the aerated crates on top of the stack. "What did you say they were again?"
"Pigmy marmosets. They're very small monkeys."
"Why in hell would anyone be smuggling them?"
"They're illegal, but there's quite a trade for them in the exotic pet market."
"Hn. Bet you there are more interesting things in the other crates."
"Smugglers usually vary their cargo somewhat, yes."
"Want to look? I could go for some Cuban tobacco about now-"
"Whyte!"
The younger man smirked at his scandalized tone. "Calm down, Drake. We'll itemize the confiscated goods /after/ the bastards are arrested." He waited, then added wickedly. "For five minutes."
He could almost feel the withering glare sent by the older ruby-eyed man. Damn but he was good at that. Still, Riley persisted with the impish glee that had fueled many a demonic impulse. "Come on. You wouldn't object if it was, say, imported tea in those boxes. . ."
It really was a pity that Drake didn't wear glasses, or he'd have pushed them up his nose at the moment. Then again, Riley didn't think he could stand the sight of his partner in tweed, so maybe that was just as well. "Yes, I would."
He sighed and tilted his head back against the box behind him, grumbling good naturedly. "You and your prejudices. You know perfectly well you're addicted to tea and newspapers- I just chose different substances."
"Like tobacco and cheap movies." It was too dark to see Daniel's expression, but the snarky tone more than made up for it.
Riley grinned even as he retorted. "Hey, action movies do have plot! You've seen some for yourself!"
"Those that you have dragged me to in public did not make me writhe in agony, yes. Thankfully your other tastes in theatre aren't nearly so. . . widely accepted." A wordless pause. "And they are hardly topic for decent conversation either, Whyte."
Warming to the subject, Riley managed to project a leer at his partner. "What makes this conversation decent?"
"My participation."
Hn. Damn. Riley shrugged amiably. "Touché!"
"Indeed." Daniel may not have had glasses to fidget with, but he had the next best thing. He gave in to impulse and took a moment to pull out his hair tie, regathering his long hair with practiced fingers and settling it until it ran dark and smooth again. He'd just twisted the hair tie into place when a sudden sound above echoed through the decks into the hold.
This time he let his fingers twine around dark polished handgrips.
Whyte had automatically jumped silently to a half-crouched position. The scraping of hinges told of an opened hatch rather than any change in the quality of light, and the partners nodded to each other.
Whyte grinned, muttering suddenly, "If you can finish off the processing by dawn, I'll spring for coffee."
"Tea," Daniel murmured back.
"Yeah, yeah, English breakfast with two sugars and cream. Done."
"You have a deal, Mr. Whyte."
774 words- more than I've written lately, at least. ^^
If this actually spreads as a real challenge, she will Eat Me. However, we all might be highly entertained. Hopefully it was marginally interesting?
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Date: 2004-05-15 03:23 am (UTC)Het with tea-cups by tomorrow. I should warn you the muses are threatening to pull out some interesting characters for it. I don't think I even remember his name, come to think of it.
This calls for research!