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Gakked from [ profile] halflingmerry and [ profile] eilonwy74, because I really have no work ethic.

The Drabble/Ficlet Challenge

Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this in their livejournal and write a story for you. (I'm willing to waive this clause.) Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your livejournal.


1. The author can choose three relationships and three story arcs they will not write, per fandom.
2. The author can set what rating levels (G, PG, PG13, R, NC-17) they're willing to write for.
3. The drabbles/ficlets can be no longer than 1,000 words.

Things I Will Write For

Hmm...difficult question. I'll follow [ profile] halflingmerry's example and list what I can remember, and if you know something I've written for that I haven't put up here, let me know. Novel-verse, obviously, with all requisite tangents (ONI included). Harry Potter. Possibly Buffy (though not Angel, sadly, as I've not fully seen past Season Two). Assorted musicals...

Just go by what you know of me, really. If you think I can write it, based on my knowledge of the fandom/universe/time period/etc in question, request it.

Ratings I'll write

I don't know where I fall on the ratings scale. I know I've never written anything NC-17, but I usually stray into R for thematic material, so...I'll do up to R, I suppose.

Things I Will NOT Write

Smut. I've never tried, and I'm probably terrible at it. Anything OOC or unrealistic unless you want it deliberately tongue-in-cheek.

So...who's game?

Date: 2005-04-17 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ok..I'll give it a go. Hmmm..lessee. Ok, I don't know that this can be done in a drabble-length piece but let's see what you can do with a Wicked/Les Miz crossover piece. Humourous or dramatic, your choice.

Date: 2005-04-18 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oyy...umm...I'm actually not *that* familiar with 'Wicked'. My fault for not specifying fandoms. I'm willing to do a replacement, though.

Date: 2005-04-18 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Oh, I'm game! Let's see... I know! The Hogwarts students stage a musical based on the four founders and the school's history to this point.

Date: 2005-04-18 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, it's a musical. That happens to be filled with all the theatrical jokes I could think of on the spur of the moment. And Phantom references, because they had to be there.


"Pardon me, Professor. Tell me I misheard you. A *musical*? Whatever for?"

The Headmaster shrugged. "Why, to teach, of course. I seem to recall some Muggle show about the War of Independence that was quite enjoyable. I thought, perhaps, as a minor antidote to our esteemed Professor Binns, we might..."


"Now, Severus, really, aren't you dismissing this rather too quickly?" His eyes were twinkling as usual. Bloody infuriating.

"What do you propose?" If he were anyone other than Severus Snape, he suspected the logical reaction would be a thoroughly undignified burst of laughter. But best to stick to what he knew best: pure, unadulterated sarcasm. "Four founders, covering four vocal parts. Slytherin, typical bass, muttering about pureblood supremacy and basilisks in the cellar whilst everyone else warbles in perfect harmony?"

"You know, that's rather inspired."

"...and we'll throw in an insipid love story for good measure, between Gryffindor and...Hufflepuff. Tenor and soprano, since we know what they say about tenors..." he broke off, regarding the Headmaster with growing horror. "You *did* realise I was joking, didn't you?"

"I wasn't aware your expertise stretched to music, Severus. I'm quite impressed."

In retrospect, perhaps it shouldn't have surprised Dumbledore that Hogwarts: A History: The Musical was really nothing more than a long series of Gryffindor jokes. Harry Potter was drafted to play the beleaguered Godric Gryffindor, with a terrified Hannah Abbott as Helga Hufflepuff. The Slytherins were, naturally, given positions on the stage crew, through which they contrived by as many nefarious means as they could, to kill the actors. Blaise Zabini even went so far as to run around with a mask and a cloak, dropping flats and props from on high, and styling himself the Phantom of Hogwarts.

This stopped very quickly when Professor McGonagall forced him to sing 'The Music of the Night', and upon discovering he had a not-altogether-displeasing baritone, overturned Snape's decree and cast him as Salazar Slytherin.

During dress week, the Hospital Wing was full. Malfoy, in his position as stage manager, had gifted Zabini with an actual wand instead of the prop wand, and Potter was sent to Madame Pomfrey with a severe concussion. The role was quickly handed over to Potter's understudy, Weasley, despite all protests that he couldn't sing.

As for the libretto itself, it contained such gems as the requisite opening quartet 'We're All Equal (except when we're not)', and 'La Vie Serpentine', an ode to the high-flying Slytherin lifestyle. 'I Wanna Be a Death Eater' featured a kick-line hampered only slightly by the costumes (Snape had pointed out with a great deal of acidity that if he wished to remain true to life, the long black robes had to stay).

Dumbledore declared it an absurdist masterpiece. Snape cast carefully modulated Memory Charms on everyone involved, claiming musicals made 'Cruciatus' look merciful. And that was that.

Date: 2005-04-30 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think i died of laughter back there.
BTW, have you ever read "Maskerade" by Terry Pratchett. Excellent send up of Opera, along with an Opera Ghost, who writes maniacal laughter, with no less than five exclamation marks.

Date: 2005-04-18 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I have a new pairing.

Stephen/Laurence OTP: Feeel the UST ;) ::finds kevlar body armour::

As for a drabble...::thinks::

Angelo and/or Edmund telling Leonora about a certain incident in a pub involving a drunken bear.

Date: 2005-04-29 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
In retrospect, the hotel was almost certainly a bad idea. However, whilst still recovering from nearly six full hours' worth of drinking, it was brilliant.

He couldn't quite wrap his mind around why picking the lock was so difficult. He suspected it might have had something to do with not being able to see straight. Two locks were more difficult to pick than one.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally opened, and he pulled himself upright, holding onto the doorframe for support. The main room of the suite was completely dark, but considering what time it was...what time was it?

Angelo came to a standstill, frowning. There was a single sliver of light from beneath one of the doors, and was that a cello?

"Who's there?"

The door had opened, and he could barely avert his eyes in time before light flooded into the room.


"Nora?" he croaked. "What the hell are you doing at this time of morning?"

"You're asking *me* that?" his seventeen-year-old sister demanded, rather grumpily from the sound of it. "It's four in the morning, Angelo Venier. Where have you been?"

"Could ask you the same question," retorted Angelo. "Were you playing?"

"What do you *think* I was doing, brother dearest? And you still haven't answered my question."

"Nora, it's a long story. I need...bandages," he finally said.

"Bandages?" She stared. "Angelo, is everything alright?"

"Everything is *fine*. Stevan was an idiot. In other words, everything's normal."

"But what did he *do*?" Leonora stepped forward. "Is that *blood* on your arm?"

"Not mine, Nora."

"I'm waking Maman."

"No, you aren't. If you do, I'll tell Edmund...everything."

Colour flooded her face, visible even in his inebriated state. "Tell me what happened, then. You're drunk. That much is obvious."

"We were drinking, yes. There was a bear. Stevan thought it would be a wonderful idea to feed it a bottle of schnapps. This being an idea of Stevan's, it invariably ended badly."

"A *bear*?"

"Nora, keep your voice down. He's fine. He really is. I promise. I wouldn't lie about that."

"There should be something in that cupboard," she told him, her anxiety evident. "But I'm coming with you."

"No, you aren't."

"Angelo, you can barely walk in a straight line. I refuse to leave Stevan to your tender mercies, however well-meant." She strode past him to the cupboard in question, pulling out towels and a basin. "Bring him up here."

"But Maman--"

"Maman can sleep through anything, Angelo. You're well aware of that. Just make sure there's no shouting and no singing. And yes, I know how you three get when you've drank too much. Don't think I've forgotten sixteen made-up verses to the melody of Verdi's 'Brindisi'. God knows Maman hasn't."

It was Angelo's turn to turn a very impressive shade of red. "There was champagne involved."

"Of course there was. And I recall her telling you off for your...oh, what was it she called it? Butchering sacrilege of her favourite composer?" Leonora spun on her heel to face him. "Go get them! Shoo!"

Unable to think of anything else to do when faced with his far-more-sober sister, Angelo obeyed.

Date: 2005-04-18 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hello there. I don't want a drabble - I have another question. :)

I'm Mari from FAP and came here through your user info. Would it be okay if I friended you?

Date: 2005-04-18 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quite alright! I'll friend back as well.


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