Because I need a little distraction and I want to get a little writing practise even before I start railing against the Yuletide deadline:
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daegaerGive me the premise for a crossover (example: someone in a fairytale meets the devil, who turn out to be Crowley), a fusion (example: Midsomer Murders and Weiss Kreuz fusion: the peaceful English
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He was a friendly guy, yes, but he wasn't stupid.
Ted waved at the new temp. "Veronica this is--"
"Don't tell me their names, Ted, it makes them seem like they're people--"
"Evelyn, covering for Lacey," Ted continued, ignoring Veronica's expression. Evelyn gave a self-conscious, stunted wave at Veronica and then looked like she regretted it.
"Evelyn? Really?" Veronica raise an eyebrow. "Isn't that a boy's name?"
The awkward posture shifted and condensed into sullen rebellion faster than Ted would have thought possible and he felt a sudden sense of foreshadowing, like Phil and Lem had their prenostalgia machine switched on again. Rose's teenage years, he thought, crossed arms adn that expression, this is going to turn ugly before the thought evaporated leaving the odd smell of deja-vu and the knowledge that a memory he didn't have yet, had disappeared.
"You've got a problem with my name, Ronnie?" And the thing was, Ted wouldn't have said Evelyn looked like an Evelyn, particularly, although he wasn't particularly sure what name he would have said she looked like, but he was suddenly completely clear that in a moment, Veronica was going to tell Evelyn that he name was now Alice or Lacey 2.0 or Millie or Pencil Sharpener or something -Veronica usually left naming things to focus groups- and that it was very clear he should prevent that at all costs, or at least be somewhere else when it happened.
Fortunately, there was a loud explosion from both the 42nd and 31st floor and Ted was able to make an escape in the chaos of everybody ignoring the evacuation siren.
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"Cigarette," said a hopeful voice.
"I don't smoke," Veronica said. "I just like to to come out here and watch all these apprantly intelligent people standing in the cold and the rain, puffing on something they know will kill them. It makes me feel better about myself. And the power of marketing, of course."
"So that's a no, right?"
Veronica turned her head. "Do you work here?" She said, then looked at him again. "As a testing subject?" A third, more likely option came to mind. "Are you from the labs? Because that makes you proprietary information and company property, and I could sue you for even thinking of leaving the premises."
"What?" The man said. "What did-- what? What? I don't work here, sounding vaguely disgusted. "I live by my wits, I'm a ne'er do well and a rogue and a-- and a fucking antihero, is what I am."
Veronica nodded and made a note to tighten up security on the labs. This was another case of escaping glowing white snakes, only without the same potential upside.
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