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Multifandom Drabble 2019: Round One
first time participating and i enjoyed it very much. onwards to more!
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Refuge Track
double drabble: Elanor asks for directions.
“You, uh, a l’il lost?” Nadia waved her cigarette at Eleanor climbing down from the crumpled steam engine like she had crashed her bike instead.
“I’m jumping through pocket universes like a stupid game of hopscotch! Of course I’m lost!!” Eleanor threw her hands up, knowing that none of this would make sense to the woman but she was beyond caring at this point. “My ride’s busted, Janet’s busted, and Chidi-” she made an angry noise.
“Uh-huh,” the woman blew out a steady stream of smoke as Eleanor ranted. This looked like New York as far as Eleanor could tell, a fictional one designed by some demon anyway, and had probably seen weirder.
-
“Nadia, by the by.”
“Eleanor.”
They shook hands like they were business partners and shared a bitter smile at their mutual despise of the politeness. Eleanor bummed a smoke from Nadia through a series of hand gestures and they both surveyed the wreckage.
“D’you know of somewhere... I dunno, utterly and absolutely medium? Not great, not bad, got enough to keep you going but then you wonder ‘why am I doing this’ for eternity?”
Nadia took a thoughtful drag, eyes downcast in consideration. “Ever try Staten Island?”
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You Know, I Know
double drabble. you know that bit where the end credits are on screen while the characters wrap up a bit of story? this is it.
“Shawn,” Gus began in his hushed ‘I think I'm losing my mind please validate me’ voice. “Is that Lassiter doing the prisyadka or did that ghost ectoplasm do something to my brain.”
Shawn, being Gus’ best friend but also talented in multitasking, did validate him while he quickly jabbed at his phone to stream the scene before them immediately so it would be saved for future blackmail. Or a new meme. Why not both?
“Prisyadka,” he butchered the pronunciation. “Is that what that's called?” Gus nodded.
-
“And it wasn't ectoplasm, Gus. That Reigen guy was just messing with us and it was regular ol’ diluted slime. Same as his stupid salt trick.” Gus and Shawn both shivered at the memory of cold and wet dripping down their backs. “And yes, yes our dear Lassie is demonstrating that he did not skip leg day at the gym.”
Lassiter, impressive and spontaneous moves aside, was also sporting some alarming red blotches on his cheeks. Much like the same the desk clerk had when she had mysteriously unlocked the doors to allow himself, Gus, Reigen, and that kid - intern?- into the locked down section of the observatory.
Shawn would worry about that later.
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The Number One Chef: Deckard!
triple drabble. deckard's back for the holidays
“Deckard! Deckaaaaaarrrd!” The drumming increased as Bee tried to beat down his door. Cracks began to show in the frame and Deckard struggled to dress faster.
“I'm coming, I'm coming!”
The door was unlocked, opened, and Deckard abruptly had an elegantly - not to be rude but it wasn't a term associated with Bee - wrapped gift shoved into his face. Bee caught herself from falling but the bow still crumpled against Deckard’s cheek.
“Why didn't you say you were back in town?!” Bee demanded by shoving the box into his hands. “I wanted to give this to you for weeks!”
“Late flight,” Deckard’s thumb slid over the cloud printed paper. “I only got here at, like, three in the morning.”
-
“Tell me everything-! No wait, open this first.” They both sat down on the bed, eyes on the bow as he unraveled it in one pull.
“Did you wrap this?”
"Sortaaaaa?” Bee had bandaids on her fingers. “Puppycat helped pick the wrapping.”
Deckard gently laid the ribbon aside but it was yanked down to where Puppycat tangled himself in it, determined to end the hypnotic wave of the ribbon himself.
-
The beauty of the wrapping aside, the gift was 100% Bee. Deckard smiled to himself as he lifted the glittering homemade plaque from the box.
He loved it.
“I love it.”
Bee smiled lopsidedly while she twirled hair around her finger, suddenly looking embarrassed. “Hehe, yeah. Well. Anyway- look, look!”
Underneath was an envelope. Whoops. You should always read the card first, right?
“It's money!” Bee burst out before Deckard had a chance to open it.
“I've been saving-” Puppycat made an angry chiming below. “-and I want to treat you! You always made my stupid recipes and you've been eating your own work for months so we! Are! Going! Out!”
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Refuge Track
double drabble: Elanor asks for directions.
“You, uh, a l’il lost?” Nadia waved her cigarette at Eleanor climbing down from the crumpled steam engine like she had crashed her bike instead.
“I’m jumping through pocket universes like a stupid game of hopscotch! Of course I’m lost!!” Eleanor threw her hands up, knowing that none of this would make sense to the woman but she was beyond caring at this point. “My ride’s busted, Janet’s busted, and Chidi-” she made an angry noise.
“Uh-huh,” the woman blew out a steady stream of smoke as Eleanor ranted. This looked like New York as far as Eleanor could tell, a fictional one designed by some demon anyway, and had probably seen weirder.
-
“Nadia, by the by.”
“Eleanor.”
They shook hands like they were business partners and shared a bitter smile at their mutual despise of the politeness. Eleanor bummed a smoke from Nadia through a series of hand gestures and they both surveyed the wreckage.
“D’you know of somewhere... I dunno, utterly and absolutely medium? Not great, not bad, got enough to keep you going but then you wonder ‘why am I doing this’ for eternity?”
Nadia took a thoughtful drag, eyes downcast in consideration. “Ever try Staten Island?”
--
You Know, I Know
double drabble. you know that bit where the end credits are on screen while the characters wrap up a bit of story? this is it.
“Shawn,” Gus began in his hushed ‘I think I'm losing my mind please validate me’ voice. “Is that Lassiter doing the prisyadka or did that ghost ectoplasm do something to my brain.”
Shawn, being Gus’ best friend but also talented in multitasking, did validate him while he quickly jabbed at his phone to stream the scene before them immediately so it would be saved for future blackmail. Or a new meme. Why not both?
“Prisyadka,” he butchered the pronunciation. “Is that what that's called?” Gus nodded.
-
“And it wasn't ectoplasm, Gus. That Reigen guy was just messing with us and it was regular ol’ diluted slime. Same as his stupid salt trick.” Gus and Shawn both shivered at the memory of cold and wet dripping down their backs. “And yes, yes our dear Lassie is demonstrating that he did not skip leg day at the gym.”
Lassiter, impressive and spontaneous moves aside, was also sporting some alarming red blotches on his cheeks. Much like the same the desk clerk had when she had mysteriously unlocked the doors to allow himself, Gus, Reigen, and that kid - intern?- into the locked down section of the observatory.
Shawn would worry about that later.
--
The Number One Chef: Deckard!
triple drabble. deckard's back for the holidays
“Deckard! Deckaaaaaarrrd!” The drumming increased as Bee tried to beat down his door. Cracks began to show in the frame and Deckard struggled to dress faster.
“I'm coming, I'm coming!”
The door was unlocked, opened, and Deckard abruptly had an elegantly - not to be rude but it wasn't a term associated with Bee - wrapped gift shoved into his face. Bee caught herself from falling but the bow still crumpled against Deckard’s cheek.
“Why didn't you say you were back in town?!” Bee demanded by shoving the box into his hands. “I wanted to give this to you for weeks!”
“Late flight,” Deckard’s thumb slid over the cloud printed paper. “I only got here at, like, three in the morning.”
-
“Tell me everything-! No wait, open this first.” They both sat down on the bed, eyes on the bow as he unraveled it in one pull.
“Did you wrap this?”
"Sortaaaaa?” Bee had bandaids on her fingers. “Puppycat helped pick the wrapping.”
Deckard gently laid the ribbon aside but it was yanked down to where Puppycat tangled himself in it, determined to end the hypnotic wave of the ribbon himself.
-
The beauty of the wrapping aside, the gift was 100% Bee. Deckard smiled to himself as he lifted the glittering homemade plaque from the box.
He loved it.
“I love it.”
Bee smiled lopsidedly while she twirled hair around her finger, suddenly looking embarrassed. “Hehe, yeah. Well. Anyway- look, look!”
Underneath was an envelope. Whoops. You should always read the card first, right?
“It's money!” Bee burst out before Deckard had a chance to open it.
“I've been saving-” Puppycat made an angry chiming below. “-and I want to treat you! You always made my stupid recipes and you've been eating your own work for months so we! Are! Going! Out!”