Day 3
Title: End of Days
Fandom: Confessions of Dorian Gray
Rating: PG
Word Count: 204
Summary: Dorian's been around for a while so he's used things that are a little unusual ...
When you've been alive as long as I have, you tend to get a little blasé about end of the world portents. You've seen one, you've seen them all. Flocks of dark birds, strange disappearances, earthquakes, fire, floods … well, they happen all the time, more than people realise actually. But every now and then, somebody notices them and starts to panic and then before you know it, they're talking about how “it's the end of days” and “this is the end.” And so far, the world has continued to turn, not really that worried about whatever it is the humans on the surface of it are doing.
Still. I had to admit, this time around, it did look a little more … possible. It's harder to explain the ocean being on fire, unless there's been a very substantial oil spill … and it would have to be very substantial.
“Why do things like this always happen around you?” Toby asks. He doesn't look too cross though. I think he's actually a bit amused.
“I've no idea,” I say, quite truthfully. “Still, we probably shouldn't ignore it, should we?”
“You always do things like that too”
But he comes with me just the same.
Title: True Disaster
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: G
Word Count: 157
Summary: Something terrible has happened in the lab. This fic is Spoiler-free. :)
Peter and Olivia walked into the lab together to find Walter lecturing Astrid.
“It is a catastrophe,” he announced solemnly. “A true disaster. A portent of disasters that there may be no return from. This could be the end of civilisation as we know it!”
For a moment, Peter was concerned - given the things that he had seen in Fringe division, the end of civilisation as he knew it was hardly unlikely - until he saw the look on Astrid’s face. It was the patient, calm look that she had begun to cultivate when Walter was talking about something less than likely.
“Vending machine run out peanut M&Ms again, Walter?”
Walter looked at him, blinking slightly.
“Chocolate raisins, actually” he said.
Peter nodded his head and looked at Olivia. Her lips twitched, very slightly. It was the only sign that she might even be remotely amused by Walter’s rambling.
“We’ll get right on that,” was all she said.
Title: No Singing
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Word Count: 179
Summary: River should have realised it was wrong.
She should have realised.
There was something just a little strange about the way they talked about how her family wouldn’t be allowed to visit her for a while. There was something about the students around her, all new and fresh, as though the school hadn’t been established at all. There was something just a little bit off about the teachers, about the men and women that patrolled the school to watch them. Something about the funny sort of smell. Something rotten in the state of Denmark.
But River wanted to believe. She wanted this to be what she had been promised. She wanted to learn.
So she ignored the little oddities. She didn’t trust her mind. And then it was too late.
But then, it had been too late from the beginning.
She tried to tell Simon that, later. But the words didn’t come out right. None of them ever did now. He didn’t seem to know what she meant when she told him that the birds hadn’t sung there.
River was long used to not being understood.
Fandom: Confessions of Dorian Gray
Rating: PG
Word Count: 204
Summary: Dorian's been around for a while so he's used things that are a little unusual ...
When you've been alive as long as I have, you tend to get a little blasé about end of the world portents. You've seen one, you've seen them all. Flocks of dark birds, strange disappearances, earthquakes, fire, floods … well, they happen all the time, more than people realise actually. But every now and then, somebody notices them and starts to panic and then before you know it, they're talking about how “it's the end of days” and “this is the end.” And so far, the world has continued to turn, not really that worried about whatever it is the humans on the surface of it are doing.
Still. I had to admit, this time around, it did look a little more … possible. It's harder to explain the ocean being on fire, unless there's been a very substantial oil spill … and it would have to be very substantial.
“Why do things like this always happen around you?” Toby asks. He doesn't look too cross though. I think he's actually a bit amused.
“I've no idea,” I say, quite truthfully. “Still, we probably shouldn't ignore it, should we?”
“You always do things like that too”
But he comes with me just the same.
Title: True Disaster
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: G
Word Count: 157
Summary: Something terrible has happened in the lab. This fic is Spoiler-free. :)
Peter and Olivia walked into the lab together to find Walter lecturing Astrid.
“It is a catastrophe,” he announced solemnly. “A true disaster. A portent of disasters that there may be no return from. This could be the end of civilisation as we know it!”
For a moment, Peter was concerned - given the things that he had seen in Fringe division, the end of civilisation as he knew it was hardly unlikely - until he saw the look on Astrid’s face. It was the patient, calm look that she had begun to cultivate when Walter was talking about something less than likely.
“Vending machine run out peanut M&Ms again, Walter?”
Walter looked at him, blinking slightly.
“Chocolate raisins, actually” he said.
Peter nodded his head and looked at Olivia. Her lips twitched, very slightly. It was the only sign that she might even be remotely amused by Walter’s rambling.
“We’ll get right on that,” was all she said.
Title: No Singing
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Word Count: 179
Summary: River should have realised it was wrong.
She should have realised.
There was something just a little strange about the way they talked about how her family wouldn’t be allowed to visit her for a while. There was something about the students around her, all new and fresh, as though the school hadn’t been established at all. There was something just a little bit off about the teachers, about the men and women that patrolled the school to watch them. Something about the funny sort of smell. Something rotten in the state of Denmark.
But River wanted to believe. She wanted this to be what she had been promised. She wanted to learn.
So she ignored the little oddities. She didn’t trust her mind. And then it was too late.
But then, it had been too late from the beginning.
She tried to tell Simon that, later. But the words didn’t come out right. None of them ever did now. He didn’t seem to know what she meant when she told him that the birds hadn’t sung there.
River was long used to not being understood.