iMeme ficlets round 2
I managed to finish the things I needed to finish writing for this month, and I'd mentioned to sporkmetender that I was always listening to something relatively inappropriate and why I was semi-glad that these mashups hadn't turned up on my first efforts at drabbling for the last iMeme.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do five of these and post them.
Those were the rules last time.
This time, I've tossed all the mashups I have (and will continue to acquire more and toss those into the folder here. Feel free to download and listen and then pick one (and post a comment) and I'll write a drabble based upon that mashup. I won't bother with my mp3 random because I figure people are more random than the technology. :)
The songs might be odd, but the fic will hopefully made up for it. Some stuff is not-safe-for-work or whatnot. And yes, I do listen to these songs. :)
The song was I'm Too XXXy a mashup of four tunes by Right Said Fred, Proof, DJ Assault, and 20 Fingers. Oh so not work-safe.
I. 169 words
It'd be too much of a cliche to say that watching her walk away in four inch heels was so delicious that Miranda's eyes might have glazed over if it were not for the fact that Emily was still outside. That subtle sway -- inherent to novice efforts at balancing the body over heels that narrowly towered over the landscape. The pair that she had on today were... acceptable; they served to elongate the line of her body, and neatly shifted the emphasis of that blouse into something delightful.
Speaking of Emily, she was a walking incubator of virii and her hushed sniffles were beginning to aggravate.
***
Another evening where Irv was rapidly becoming the cliche of a height-challenged power-monger -- so obvious and blatant -- no sense of subtlety at all. Both women would be leaving alone tonight. One to deal with a drunk and bitter husband, and the other to go home and try to apologize to a boyfriend that was rapidly becoming more boy and less friend.
Intergalactic Human - by DJ Earworm (Beastie Boys (Intergalactic) vs. Daft Punk (Human After All - Sebastian Remix)) - for unfortunateggs
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
gotta keep going keep it going full steam
too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
II. 100 words
If Miranda was the heart of Runway, and Nigel and Emily were the most immediate cogs and wheels; then coffee -- black and steaming hot was the caffeinated oil that kept the whole machinery running. The Starbucks across the street from Elias-Clarke kept a running list of their orders and by the time Andy was recognized as the 'new Emily,' the baristas had already perfected the sequence of beginning the latte even as Andy stepped through the doors. They were often rewarded with a half-smile while Andy was listening to the 'first Emily' rattling off more instructions from Miranda.
Party Kisser - by Divide and Kreate (Katy Perry vs. Bloc Party) - for jinkies420
III. 138 words
It would have been so easy to blame everything upon the seemingly endless stream of drinks that were being pressed into her grasp. Yet that was the cowardly route, and Andy Sachs prided herself on not stepping back from a challenge, and if that meant facing Miranda Priestly first thing in the morning with a throbbing hangover, then she'd take the consequences as they came.
There were not enough prayers in the world to protect her from the acerbic wit and biting comments that Andy was sure to follow that first moment of realization. With a deep breath, she turned over to face a pair of eyes that had left her stuttering and speechless most of the time. For all that she loved and believed in the power of words, Andy realized that this time, her silence was golden.
Shut Up and Take Me Out - by DJ Y (The Ting Tings - Shut Up And Let Me Go vs. Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out) - for jinkies420
This is a PREQUEL to 2.3 (the drabble immediately above this).
IV. 290 words
It was one of those inconsequential gatherings where people were there to see and be seen, a case of make your appearance and then leave for greener pastures (or another party). Parties that started at seven but never really got going until nine, and Miranda Priestly always timed her fifteen minutes to coincide with 8:30 for that reason alone. She'd arrive, meet and speak to the host, hold court for a moment or two, and then plead further obligations to escape the party. It was always after her departure that the room would release its bated breath in a collective sigh.
Andy's surprise at seeing Miranda at this particular occasion at 9.30 was swiftly hidden when she realized that she had not been hallucinating about the glimpse of that silver-white mane tilted to one side. A swift move to the bar meant a drink in hand before she'd have to gird her loins to go say hello to Nigel and hopefully he'd have a hint or two as to why Miranda was still here -- an anomaly that now threw Andy off her prior expectations. To no avail were her efforts to delay the inevitable -- Miranda was still there, and any further dithering would mean that she would land in the laser-sight of Miranda just that much faster.
Her conversation with Nigel would remain a blur forever, and even the threat of fire-breathing dragons would not be enough to jog her attention from being wholly focused upon Miranda Priestly. She wasn't certain if she had misheard Miranda's offer of a ride home when Andy took her opportunity to leave. The roar by her ears was enough to make Andy curse herself for drinking just one too many drinks this evening.
Sexy Hell - Divide and Kreate (AC/DC Hells Bells vs. Justin Timberlake Sexy Back) - for dragonwine
V. 161 words
When Andrea said that she'd be there "with bells on," Miranda had not been expecting a literal rendering of the phrase, but she would never forget that Andrea's penchant for arriving early was almost always to her benefit. Yet, Miranda could not quite ignore that subtle ringing of metallic balls that she was having difficulty placing. It was a muted sound that she could hear once Andrea had arrived, it was occasional, and Andrea had an enigmatic smile that only widened when Miranda directed her gaze all around the room in an effort to find the source of the slow jingling.
It wasn't until Miranda noticed that the sound originated from Andrea that she made the final realization that looking for the source was futile and she was better off using her touch to uncover these bells. With that in mind, Miranda set about turning the tables on Andrea -- replacing that mild grin with a tension that had not existed before.
Love and Wonder (Club Edit) - DJ Earworm (Maroon 5 vs. Elektrosystema) "Goodnight Goodnight", "This Love", and "Makes Me Wonder", and brought in the piano from "She Will be Loved" - for dragonwine
VI. 145 words
This love was not something that I would ever have expected -- filling me with a sense of wonder that this girl, no, this young woman would actually want to stay with me. She was already with someone else when we first met, but this new assistant took her own toll on me. She challenged me at every turn and whether it was both of our competitive natures or our own refusal to give into the other, she forced me to look past the first impression and learn about this person who was brave enough to peek beyond shuttered windows and knock upon closed doors to learn who might be hiding behind the mask.
"I had no choice." That was the lie that we told ourselves -- we always are choosing and even if it's unconscious, our bodies move together knowing our hearts would follow.
Smells Like Teen Spirit (Divide and Kreate Remix) - for studio414
VII. 228 words
Andy wondered if there was something that she had forgotten to make note of; it seemed that New Yorkers were moving slower than their usual "world on fire, get outta my way" speeds. In fact, by Miranda's standards, they weren't even fast enough to qualify for "glacial pace" never mind anything else. She was so busy listening to Emily rattle off instructions that she didn't notice the hungry looks being shot in her direction.
As she dutifully followed Miranda in and out of the various designer studios, she paid scant attention to the gradual spread of lethargy across much of the population. It wouldn't be until the third Starbucks run that Andy finally placed what was so different today. Emily had apparently gone off of her 'cube of cheese' diet and was (for some reason) staring at Andy as if she was the zero-calorie equivalent of a something that was a cross between hot sex and delicious chocolate.
Miranda muttered something about zombies and the inconvenience of replacing assistants so often as she noticed Emily's unblinking gaze. This would never do. She had already dismissed a large group of clacker zombies who did not take instructions very well - still moaning and congregating in the lobby area. She was not prepared to push Emily out a window even if it would have been much more effective at quelling the Andrea-watching.
Hotbreaker - DJ BC (Led Zeppelin (Heartbreaker) vs. Martha Reeves and The Vandellas (Heatwave) vs. Mos Def (Summertime) vs. Lou Donaldson (Ode To Billie Joe)) - for la_fono
VIII. 157 words
Sometimes Andrea marveled at the heat that never seemed to affect Miranda even at the height of summer. The Ice Queen indeed. Even as the rest of the world longed to trade in the lightest of summer fabrics for the most casual of beachwear, those that worked at Runway would never be seen in whatever passed for casual fashion, with those flip flops that revealed the absolute lack of pedicure care of most New Yorkers. Sooner would the clackers and other Runway staff decide to push themselves off the ledges of Elias-Clarke before being caught out of season by Miranda Priestly.
It was a strange observation that seemed to creep up unexpectedly -- a vague moment where attention drifted to the young and pretty that seemed to be the generic descriptor of her assistants these days. Observing behind vintage Versace, it was much easier to read the world when no one could see the direction of your gaze.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do five of these and post them.
Those were the rules last time.
This time, I've tossed all the mashups I have (and will continue to acquire more and toss those into the folder here. Feel free to download and listen and then pick one (and post a comment) and I'll write a drabble based upon that mashup. I won't bother with my mp3 random because I figure people are more random than the technology. :)
The songs might be odd, but the fic will hopefully made up for it. Some stuff is not-safe-for-work or whatnot. And yes, I do listen to these songs. :)
The song was I'm Too XXXy a mashup of four tunes by Right Said Fred, Proof, DJ Assault, and 20 Fingers. Oh so not work-safe.
I. 169 words
It'd be too much of a cliche to say that watching her walk away in four inch heels was so delicious that Miranda's eyes might have glazed over if it were not for the fact that Emily was still outside. That subtle sway -- inherent to novice efforts at balancing the body over heels that narrowly towered over the landscape. The pair that she had on today were... acceptable; they served to elongate the line of her body, and neatly shifted the emphasis of that blouse into something delightful.
Speaking of Emily, she was a walking incubator of virii and her hushed sniffles were beginning to aggravate.
***
Another evening where Irv was rapidly becoming the cliche of a height-challenged power-monger -- so obvious and blatant -- no sense of subtlety at all. Both women would be leaving alone tonight. One to deal with a drunk and bitter husband, and the other to go home and try to apologize to a boyfriend that was rapidly becoming more boy and less friend.
Intergalactic Human - by DJ Earworm (Beastie Boys (Intergalactic) vs. Daft Punk (Human After All - Sebastian Remix)) - for unfortunateggs
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
gotta keep going keep it going full steam
too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
II. 100 words
If Miranda was the heart of Runway, and Nigel and Emily were the most immediate cogs and wheels; then coffee -- black and steaming hot was the caffeinated oil that kept the whole machinery running. The Starbucks across the street from Elias-Clarke kept a running list of their orders and by the time Andy was recognized as the 'new Emily,' the baristas had already perfected the sequence of beginning the latte even as Andy stepped through the doors. They were often rewarded with a half-smile while Andy was listening to the 'first Emily' rattling off more instructions from Miranda.
Party Kisser - by Divide and Kreate (Katy Perry vs. Bloc Party) - for jinkies420
III. 138 words
It would have been so easy to blame everything upon the seemingly endless stream of drinks that were being pressed into her grasp. Yet that was the cowardly route, and Andy Sachs prided herself on not stepping back from a challenge, and if that meant facing Miranda Priestly first thing in the morning with a throbbing hangover, then she'd take the consequences as they came.
There were not enough prayers in the world to protect her from the acerbic wit and biting comments that Andy was sure to follow that first moment of realization. With a deep breath, she turned over to face a pair of eyes that had left her stuttering and speechless most of the time. For all that she loved and believed in the power of words, Andy realized that this time, her silence was golden.
Shut Up and Take Me Out - by DJ Y (The Ting Tings - Shut Up And Let Me Go vs. Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out) - for jinkies420
This is a PREQUEL to 2.3 (the drabble immediately above this).
IV. 290 words
It was one of those inconsequential gatherings where people were there to see and be seen, a case of make your appearance and then leave for greener pastures (or another party). Parties that started at seven but never really got going until nine, and Miranda Priestly always timed her fifteen minutes to coincide with 8:30 for that reason alone. She'd arrive, meet and speak to the host, hold court for a moment or two, and then plead further obligations to escape the party. It was always after her departure that the room would release its bated breath in a collective sigh.
Andy's surprise at seeing Miranda at this particular occasion at 9.30 was swiftly hidden when she realized that she had not been hallucinating about the glimpse of that silver-white mane tilted to one side. A swift move to the bar meant a drink in hand before she'd have to gird her loins to go say hello to Nigel and hopefully he'd have a hint or two as to why Miranda was still here -- an anomaly that now threw Andy off her prior expectations. To no avail were her efforts to delay the inevitable -- Miranda was still there, and any further dithering would mean that she would land in the laser-sight of Miranda just that much faster.
Her conversation with Nigel would remain a blur forever, and even the threat of fire-breathing dragons would not be enough to jog her attention from being wholly focused upon Miranda Priestly. She wasn't certain if she had misheard Miranda's offer of a ride home when Andy took her opportunity to leave. The roar by her ears was enough to make Andy curse herself for drinking just one too many drinks this evening.
Sexy Hell - Divide and Kreate (AC/DC Hells Bells vs. Justin Timberlake Sexy Back) - for dragonwine
V. 161 words
When Andrea said that she'd be there "with bells on," Miranda had not been expecting a literal rendering of the phrase, but she would never forget that Andrea's penchant for arriving early was almost always to her benefit. Yet, Miranda could not quite ignore that subtle ringing of metallic balls that she was having difficulty placing. It was a muted sound that she could hear once Andrea had arrived, it was occasional, and Andrea had an enigmatic smile that only widened when Miranda directed her gaze all around the room in an effort to find the source of the slow jingling.
It wasn't until Miranda noticed that the sound originated from Andrea that she made the final realization that looking for the source was futile and she was better off using her touch to uncover these bells. With that in mind, Miranda set about turning the tables on Andrea -- replacing that mild grin with a tension that had not existed before.
Love and Wonder (Club Edit) - DJ Earworm (Maroon 5 vs. Elektrosystema) "Goodnight Goodnight", "This Love", and "Makes Me Wonder", and brought in the piano from "She Will be Loved" - for dragonwine
VI. 145 words
This love was not something that I would ever have expected -- filling me with a sense of wonder that this girl, no, this young woman would actually want to stay with me. She was already with someone else when we first met, but this new assistant took her own toll on me. She challenged me at every turn and whether it was both of our competitive natures or our own refusal to give into the other, she forced me to look past the first impression and learn about this person who was brave enough to peek beyond shuttered windows and knock upon closed doors to learn who might be hiding behind the mask.
"I had no choice." That was the lie that we told ourselves -- we always are choosing and even if it's unconscious, our bodies move together knowing our hearts would follow.
Smells Like Teen Spirit (Divide and Kreate Remix) - for studio414
VII. 228 words
Andy wondered if there was something that she had forgotten to make note of; it seemed that New Yorkers were moving slower than their usual "world on fire, get outta my way" speeds. In fact, by Miranda's standards, they weren't even fast enough to qualify for "glacial pace" never mind anything else. She was so busy listening to Emily rattle off instructions that she didn't notice the hungry looks being shot in her direction.
As she dutifully followed Miranda in and out of the various designer studios, she paid scant attention to the gradual spread of lethargy across much of the population. It wouldn't be until the third Starbucks run that Andy finally placed what was so different today. Emily had apparently gone off of her 'cube of cheese' diet and was (for some reason) staring at Andy as if she was the zero-calorie equivalent of a something that was a cross between hot sex and delicious chocolate.
Miranda muttered something about zombies and the inconvenience of replacing assistants so often as she noticed Emily's unblinking gaze. This would never do. She had already dismissed a large group of clacker zombies who did not take instructions very well - still moaning and congregating in the lobby area. She was not prepared to push Emily out a window even if it would have been much more effective at quelling the Andrea-watching.
Hotbreaker - DJ BC (Led Zeppelin (Heartbreaker) vs. Martha Reeves and The Vandellas (Heatwave) vs. Mos Def (Summertime) vs. Lou Donaldson (Ode To Billie Joe)) - for la_fono
VIII. 157 words
Sometimes Andrea marveled at the heat that never seemed to affect Miranda even at the height of summer. The Ice Queen indeed. Even as the rest of the world longed to trade in the lightest of summer fabrics for the most casual of beachwear, those that worked at Runway would never be seen in whatever passed for casual fashion, with those flip flops that revealed the absolute lack of pedicure care of most New Yorkers. Sooner would the clackers and other Runway staff decide to push themselves off the ledges of Elias-Clarke before being caught out of season by Miranda Priestly.
It was a strange observation that seemed to creep up unexpectedly -- a vague moment where attention drifted to the young and pretty that seemed to be the generic descriptor of her assistants these days. Observing behind vintage Versace, it was much easier to read the world when no one could see the direction of your gaze.