Hello, yes. Welcome to the ONE HUNDREDTH WEEKLY DRABBLE/SKETCH CHALLENGE*! On this day, the day of the ONE HUNDRETH WEEKLY DRABBLE/SKETCH CHALLENGE** we have decided to do something different. This idea largely courtesy of
x_los. We would like the com to collectively write/draw:
ONE HUNDRED DRABBLES AND/OR SKETCHES. I have a lovely table that I yoinked
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Dear customer,
I have granted this fine specimen of fabrics my personal attentions. At Master Dry Cleaners (SM), we believe in quality and careful handling to achieve ultimate customer satisfaction.
Yours Sincerely,
The Manager
“I should have known!” the Doctor roared, ripping the letter in two.
“What’s wrong, Doctor?” said Peri, who received a pristine yellow jacket of her own from the attendant at the desk.
“It’s ruined! Utterly tarnished! Look at it!” He shoved the colorless coat under her nose.
“I think it’s an improvement,” she stated.
“Oh, don’t you start,” he snapped. The Doctor shoved his arms in the sleeves and whirled around, fully displaying the glaring lack of color that stretched across his arms and down his back. “I can’t go around wearing this-this insipid excuse for a garment! What kind of personality does it declare? Nothing!” He stormed towards the desk, rage flashing from his blue eyes. “Wait until I give that man a piece of my mind!” He slammed his hand down on the service bell twice.
Peri put on her own jacket and crossed her arms, watching the Doctor drum his fingers impatiently on the counter. “Well, I think it makes you look positively angelic, Doctor,” she remarked sarcastically.
The Doctor stopped drumming his fingers and glanced over his shoulder at her. “Oh, do you think so?” He straightened up and glanced at his figure in the floor-length mirror on the other side of the room. He turned his face to one side to observe the effect on his ‘good side.’ “Well, naturally I suppose my illustrious countenance would bring the best out in anything.”
“Sure, Doctor,” said Peri, rolling her eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“Hmm,” the Doctor hummed, ignoring her in favor of observing how the bleach-white jacket seemed to cut the line of his shoulders a little sharper-perhaps it had even been altered a little, to truly accentuate his pristine masculine features from every angle. In spite of himself, the Doctor’s mouth quirked into a pleased little smile.
In the mirror’s reflection, he caught Peri smirking. The Doctor swiveled in place to face her and raised an authoritative finger. “But that is not the point!” he declared. “One does not simply go and defile another man’s coat behind his back!”
“Can I help you, sir?” said the attendant, who’d just arrived.
The Doctor swiveled back round to face the attendant. “Yes,” he said, leaning his elbow on the counter and looking at the man with a fiery glint in his eye. “I would like to see the Manager.”
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Also, three heart marks? How unusual. I usually only get one. :)
Also, I didn't actually make up the name for that dry cleaners. It exists. In Michigan. I therefore thought it was valid to use, since I wasn't the first to come up with such a terrible name for a company. http://www.masterdrycleaners.com/images/logo.png
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lol. I'm sure the Master would disagree with you on it being a terrible name. And the Doctor probably deserves it for not noticing the name in the first place.
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And the Doctor probably deserves it for not noticing the name in the first place.
LOL, he totally does! XD I mean, really, Doctor, how could you miss that? Though in his defense, maybe there was a perception filter around the name, or maybe there was SUCH A FASHION EMERGENCY he didn't even look at the name.
...Although Six is already a walking fashion emergency...
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Oh, yes, I want alllll the cracky plotting!
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But I'm glad you enjoyed it! :D
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As to the fashion emergency... Shhhhhhh. Don't let Six hear you. I want to get some sleep tonight and not be kept up by all his ranting. XD
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(Hm. I'm sure there used to be a "Master Dry Cleaners" in Wellington...)
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There probably was. The Master is globalizing his villainy. 0_0
Thanks for reading!
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0_0 Oh, he totally is. There's Toclafane in Palmerston North, and Vote Saxon posters on...oh, wait - that would be my house. >,>
Very welcome - thanks for writing, 'twas an enjoyable read! :)
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