"I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer"

[mooging]

Yesterday, the following conversation took place just at the end of a (really rather half-hearted) swimming session:

MOTHER: ....So, what are you doing at school tomorrow?
ME: Not that much. Classics. Maths. English. Something else while other people do sport.
MOTHER: Oh.
ME: Why is it that you ask?
MOTHER:  I was thinking maybe you could not go to school and go shopping with me in York instead?
ME: ....Or I could do that.

See, she had some stuff to return to some place in York and then wanted to ponce around the shops a bit...and so I went with her, and today was such a lovely day.

And I bought things! I now own Life On Mars Series 1 (YES! MINE FOREVER!). Also, I now own a very lovely dress (this one, in fact) and I have my friend's birthday presents all sorted out and we had a hot chocolate and some Marks and Spencers food for lunch, and I'm having Marks and Spencers chicken enchiladas for dinner and life is good right now.

All I have to do this weekend is learn lines 129-172 of Book 4 of The Aeneid, and that's fun anyway. Ahh, weekends.

Anyone up for the one-sentence fic game again? (I'm going to post a fic in a minute. Apologies in advance for the spam.)

Give me a character (or multiple characters, or a pairing, or a theory, or a ridiculous AU, or anything you like, really) from a fandom (er, preferably one that I'm familiar with. If you don't know whether I know a fandom or not, feel free to ask. Crossovers are absolutely fine), and a theme to go with it (by 'a theme' I mean anything that will give me some idea of where I'm going - be as vague or as specific as you want to be), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic. You may make as many requests as you like.

Comments

[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

MOTHER: I was thinking maybe you could not go to school and go shopping with me in York instead?

...Now THAT is just unfair. And I see what you mean about Aeneid-learning being fun, except it's now forever associated in my mind with 'mocks', so whenever I think 'learning sections of The Aeneid', it correlates with a gnawing sort of dread, panic and despair sitting in a black abyss of misery in my stomach.

I went into WAY TOO MUCH DETAIL there; feel free to call me clinically insane. *scares self* (and I nearly wrote *scares ELF* there, which I think is worth a mention because it's odd and slightly amusing, and I started this comment with rambling so it seems appropriate that I should finish it that way).

Ok, prompt thingy: The Aeneid/Top Gear crossover. HAHAHA I ENJOY BEING DIFFICULT. XD

...And having just read over this comment, I feel I should apologise so very, very much for inflicting my weird mood on you and your journal.

*headdesk*

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I love rambling comments! Feel free to inflict your weird mood on me any time you like.

Aeneid-wise, we only started the thing after the mocks. I connect 'learning sections of Pliny, Sempronia and Clodia' with fear and dread and panic. Especially Pliny. Stop using pillows on your heads, fools, there is lava coming. (If not near them, then somewhere. THERE WAS LAVA DURING THE ERUPTION LEAVE ME ALONE). What really fills me with dread is learning the Olympic Games stuff well enough in Classics. They and I do not exactly get along.

Prompt (THIS MADE TOO MUCH SENSE I AM WRONG IN THE HEAD):

When they arrived in some strange wood, different things pre-occupied different members of the Top Gear team: Richard, of course, was more concerned that his toga was too revealing (by a cruel twist of fate, he was the only one not in modern-dress); Jeremy was cursing the rain and the thunder and the lightning while simultaneously mocking the people on horses as they fled for shelter ("Why don't you have cars? My car has more horsepowers than your horse! Ahahaha, did you see what I did there?") and James seemed to be the only concerned with the howling coming from a nearby cave (he thought it might have been a Nymph, and then remembered they didn't exist) before they all got round to worrying about the whole part of the story where they were in a Roman Epic Extravangza.

[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

Stop using pillows on your heads, fools, there is lava coming.

AHAHAHA.

...before they all got round to worrying about the whole part of the story where they were in a Roman Epic Extravangza.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA. XD

This is the extent of my Friday-night coherence. I LOVE THE AENEID/TOP GEAR - I THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF JEREMY CLARKSON MET PLINY. THIS IS IN NO WAY A PROMPT...EXCEPT IT MIGHT BE. IF YOU WANT.

I DON'T KNOW, I'M TOO PREOCCUPIED WITH RICHARD IN A TOGA.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

YOU GOT LOM ON DVD YES THIS IS GOOD HOORAY SEE MY FEELING EXPRESSED THROUGH CAPSLOCK!!

I also love how very frequently you do fic memes. :D Erm, what have I not asked for before. How about Black Books? I don't know if you write that, but you have an icon of it, so...? (I will pick something else if you like.) If you do do this, then, I don't know, some kind of conversation between Manny and Bernard?

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

I MADE CAPSLOCK NOISES WHEN I BOUGHT IT AND THEN MORE WHEN MY MOTHER QUESTIONED HOW GOOD IT WAS.

I love how frequently I do fic memes, although it is perhaps more a sign of me being quite bored at weekends and not really wanting to revise than of anything else ;)

Prompt (Oh, God, I apologise if this is rubbish; I've not done Black Books fic before):

Fran frequently marvelled at just how inane conversations between Bernard and Manny could be; today, she'd wandered into the shop to find the pair of them in a very loud, very violent shouting match about the correct colour for an orange sock to be after it had been removed from the washing machine (Bernard insisting it was his sock and had been grey before Manny had washed it with his 'hippy-dippy-hippo-chip' clothes; Manny insisting it was, in fact, his own sock and therefore was orange because he liked orange) - the whole thing culminated with Bernard emptying the contents of the washing basket over Manny's head, Manny choking on very rank cotton and Fran deciding a bottle of wine on her own might be a more sensible way of passing the afternoon.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

Omg, no, it's not rubbish! At all! I couldn't quite imagine what Black Books fic would be, to be honest, but I love it, and it's so right, and I can hear Bernard saying "hippy-dippy-hippo-chip" so very clearly, tailing off in a slighly confused and drunken way towards the end, and YAYE BLACK BOOKS LOVE.

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

Dress is so so cute. And snuggly. You are going to wear it when I come and visit at Easter so that I can huggle you and the dress (my train tickets arrived today, so there is NO BACKING OUT NOW).

I may give you characters and stuff later, for there is Ye Olde Archaeology Societe Pubbe Crawle tonight and I am already a tad bit late. *glomps her lovely, lovely Moog*

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE COMING TO SEE ME AT EASTER! YAYE! *clings to you and cuddles a lot* I shall wear the dress, and you shall say 'ooh, you've lost weight' (please. please think this.) and we shall eat more ice-cream than the human body can really support.

Remind me of the dates? Just so I can put you on the calendar. *has an appalling memory*

Have fun at Ye Olde Archaeology Societe Pubbe Crawle, my sweetenhearten.

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

I AM, YIPPEE!! There will be Green Wing and BSG Season 3 watching, and squeeing and giggling and hugging and shouting at the tv. Again. :D

April 6th to April 9th. Yes, I will be there over Proper Easter (please say your lovely family will not mind this interloper being there over a kind of family occasion? *frets*) I am also going to be missing two lectures for you. ;P

Oh, and I will be bringing Easter eggs. Do you have a chocolate preference or do you wanna be surprised? Please could you also tell me what your little sister's chocolate preferences are so I can get her somthing she'll like.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_la_mysterieuse/]

Aww, how lovely and corrupting is your Mum? And that dress is very pretty!

I have no prompts really, just wanted to drop in to say 1) You're on topgearslash YAY! and 2) Starbuck is awesome.

Actually you could tell me in a sentence just how awesome Starbuck is?

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Yaye, topgearslash!

Okay, Starbuck:

Starbuck is stubborn, it's a well-known fact, and 'fiesty' would probably be too mild or insulting a word to call her; she's reckless, and headstrong, and knows her own damn mind, and both the Adamas can't help but worry there's trouble brewing whenever she walks through the door - not that they mind, or care, because Starbuck has her own kind of charm and it's the kind that eases forgiveness, even if forgetting is too hard to do.

(Okay, sorry this is late, but...I don't know, I found it a bit tricky. Even though I don't dislike Starbuck. I quite like her. Ah well.)

[cecile-volanges.livejournal.com]

I have a woolly pinafore dress, but it's green...let's wear them together and take over the world? Tis perdy though, and so cheap! Well done. Sounds like lovely day. I love shopping with my mummy, doesn't happen enough.

Hmmm...Captain Jack Harkness, with a woman, no-one from Torchwood though...but don't mind who else. And the theme? Sex.

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[moogle62.livejournal.com]

It was a lovely day (AND I SENT YOUR PRESENT TODAY!!!!!). We should wear our pinafore dresses together, yessy. The world will fall at our feet.

Prompt:

Jack never compares the two, men and women, because they are completely different to him: this woman glides under his hand, curving and soft and tender, all long hair and long eyelashes and smooth, and he fell for her because she winked at him across a room and then didn't wait to see his reaction (now she can't-won't-can't look at him, because her eyes are closed and she's breathing fast and Jack can be a tease when he wants); Ianto is tender too, and caring, but he twists in an entirely different way when Jack trails his hands over his body and his breathing is shallow in a different way to this woman's gasps, and Jack won't choose between them now, because now he doesn't know if he could.

[cecile-volanges.livejournal.com]

Oohhhhhh I like that yesssssssssssssss...

And in my head...the girl is me ;)

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