Prompt/comment fics so far
Not much to say about Fascist, just that rats do tend to piddle everywhere they go. There's an actual biological/evolutionary reason for why they do so, but it tends to squick people out. And it is a bit unhygenic to let them walk around near where you are preparing food.
“You’re being unreasonable. Would you just give them a chance? Rats are very loving, affectionate, and intelligent creatures.” Piper glared at Trickster, his arms folded over his chest as one of the rats sat on his shoulder.
“Yeah, they also bite your fingers and poop in your hand. And let us not forget their habit of dribbling pee over everything they crawl across. I don’t want to have them in the kitchen!” Trickster was trying to bar the doorway to the kitchen.
“If they are biting you, then you are doing something wrong, and if you’re making them raisin, you’re scaring them. Unless of course they just have to go. As for dribbling pee over everything they crawl across, we never stopped Digger from coming into the kitchen when he was drunk!” Piper yelled.
“Oi, don’t drag me into this!” Digger yelled from the living room. “And for a man that’s handled dog poop in the name of a prank, yewr awful uptight in there!” He threw a pretzel in their general direction and went back to watching the telly.
“No rats in the kitchen, Piper.” Trickster refused to budge.
“Fascist.” Piper pouted and turned on his heel to stomp back into the other room.
Trickster threw his hands up in the air and looked back at Mick who was stirring the chili.
Mick snorted. “It was only a matter of time before you joined the fascist club.” He patted Trickster’s shoulder.
“Do I get a badge or learn a secret handshake?” James asked.
“No, but you have to provoke a Piper-rant at least once week.” Len muttered from where he was reading the paper.
Trickster slowly smiled. “Easily done… Oh Piiiiiipeeeeerrrrrr!” He skipped out of the room.
“Oh now you’ve done it.” Mick grumbled and threw the dishcloth at Len.
“Aw crap.” Len banged his head off the table with a groan.
In the other room, Piper squawked in indignation before launching into a new rant, Digger yelled in protest, and Trickster laughed like a hyena.
This one is taking place in a previously established universe as well as established background for my RP version of the character Digger. This is the 'rematch' to that established history. Therefore a lot of people familiar with the past fics and/or my RPG character find it familiar because they saw references to the first match.
Jailbreaks were usually easier if Sam was on the outside of the jail with his handy dandy mirror of wonder. But in this case, he was the one that they were breaking out. Or, rather, he and Digger. The two men had been pinched after a drinking binge that had left them so insensible that one of them had actually walked up to Flash and asked him if he ever took the stick out of his ass, and if not how the hell did he manage to bend over?
Needless to say, they’d both been taken in for outstanding warrants as well as being drunk and disorderly.
After letting them sit in jail for a couple of weeks to give them time to ‘think about what they’d done’, Cold said it was time to get them out because he had a Rogue Birthday heist planned. The dubious honor of breaking them out of course was being left to Piper and Trickster while Mick, Cold, and Mark got the beer and decorations ready for the aftermath-birthday party.
Oh, how they regretted it now.
“What the hell are you doing?” Trickster looked on incredulous.
“This is a jailbreak, not a pissing contest!” Piper called out between the bars. “Come on!”
As the guards began to move once more, Piper put the flute back to his lips to stop them again.
But still Digger and Sam would not move from their positions. “Not till I win! This is a rematch, and I’m going to win damn it!” Digger growled.
Sam was smirking as he stood on the mark they’d each made on the floor and took aim. A stream of fluid hit the rim, but then with a bit of adjustment entered the toilet. Digger meanwhile squared his shoulders, balanced on each foot and then arched his back.
Trickster covered his eyes. “I say we leave them here.” He was half whining and half whimpering. Did he really work with these guys?
Digger hit the rim and was just beginning to make his adjustments when Piper finally hit him on the back of the head with the flute. Later Digger would announce that the contest was invalid this time on account of outside interference.
Piper grumbled, “I wasn’t about to spend my birthday watching you two in a literal pissing contest in the middle of a jailbreak. As it was we almost missed the armored truck carrying the money!”
Trickster patted his arm. “Could be worse, they could have made you judge.”
“There’s an idea!” Digger perked up. “SAM! Get a bucket! Piper’s judging! Winner gets first piece of his birthday cake!”
Piper glared at Trickster. “Thanks.” He said icily.
“Always glad to help.” Trickster snickered
Not much to say about this one, it's pretty self-explaining as well as cracky.
“Hey, Kool-aid!” Mick called out, picking up one of the hundreds of packets sitting on the table. “Someone going on a sugar bender? Or is Trickster up to something again?”
Piper was almost curious. Okay, he was. He just didn’t want to admit it.
“Unhand my kool-aid you fiends!” Trickster bounced out of the kitchen. “Mine! Mine…”
“Triiiickster, what are you going to do with all that kool-aid?” Piper asked cautiously. Indeed, for Trickster to have that many packets, it had to mean some kind of trouble. It wouldn’t be so bad as long as it was directed outward. As in, Flash related. But sometimes Trickster got it into his head that it would be fun to prank other Rogues. And it was at that point that it became ‘less all right’ in their eyes.
Trickster was trying to sweep the kool-aid into a basket as quickly as he could as he muttered, “Hair dye, tie dye, put it in shower-heads…”
“Hey! That’s MY kool-aid!” Roy protested with a gasp as he entered the room. “Give it back!”
“What the hell would you be doing with that much kool-aid?” Mick asked in confusion as James and Roy began to play tug-of-war with the basket. “Damn it, children, sit down and stop fighting! Or I’m taking it away and no one can have any kool-aid!”
“You can use it for watercolors!” Roy groused, still pulling on the basket. “I wanted to experiment!”
“Hey! Whatcher doing with my Kool-aid packets?” Digger growled as entered the room, and saw the two men still tugging at the basket.
“For God’s sake what the hell would YOU be doing with kool-aid?” Piper asked, starting to fear the basket was going to tear at this point.
“I use it for various reasons on me ship I’m building. Tests for water leaks as well as it keeps certain valves and such from getting scales on ‘em. Hand it over, wankers!” He was trying to grab various packets of grape and a few other flavors from the basket, but the others were alternatively trying to yank it away or smack his hands.
“What are you doing with my kool-aid?” Lisa glared as she came down the stairs.
“Yours? What would you be doing with them?” Mick threw his hands up in frustration. “Damn it, all of you put the basket down until this is settled!” Unfortunately, no one was listening.
“You can make cheap tasty lipgloss out of it.” She glared and tried to get to the cherry ones.
“Gimme back my kool-aid!””It’s not yours!””It’s MINE!””Unhand it, varlet!””What the hell is a varlet?””A play on words, old usage was a menial servant. Archaically, so was a knave, but a knave also means a rogue. It doesn’t matter, GIMME MY PRECIOUSESES!”
Mick reached in and finally wrapped his arms around the tearing basket and pulled it out of the grasping hands.
“Mick, why do you have my kool-aid?”
“Not you too?” Mick gaped at Len. “What the hell could you possibly want with it?”
“Lemonade flavor removes rust from concrete and hardwater stains from certain surfaces.” Len gave him a steady look. “I use it in the dishwasher and to clean the barrel of my gun.”
“I think you’re all full of shit and don’t want to admit you like kool-aid.” Piper snorted in amusement and disbelief as the other Rogues began a free-for-all over fifteen cent packets of kool-aid. He sighed. “I prefer flavor-aid anyway.” He muttered as he left them to it.
Long ago in a RPG far away, I vaguely recall we were going to do something similar but in a slightly different vein. There wasn't going to be dressing up, and I can't recall why we were going to do this. I just remember that it involved Sam's mirrors and a scene similar to this. I don't think we actually ended up doing it, which is a pity. So I borrowed Rune's and Katz's original idea, dusted it off, redressed it, and presented it as a gift to them in the prompt-a-thon.
“What the hell are you humming?” Piper knew damn well what he was humming, but he didn’t want to believe it.
“Noooothing.” Trickster whistled the tune while adjusting the spring on one of his traps.
“You’re up to something.” Piper accused.
“Nonsense.” He argued, humming again and waving at Sam.
Sam sighed, gave Piper a rueful smile and continued to move one of the mirrors. He’d been working on the mirrors since earlier that day, and hadn’t stopped since. Piper had only arrived about ten minutes before, having received a call while at his parents’ house. The call itself had been strange, but really? That should be expected when it came to Trickster.
“Why am I here?” Piper finally sighed in aggravation.
“I need you to put this on.” Trickster bounced up from one of the pie-traps holding a purple costume.
“That’s… a purple striped mini-dress. I’m not putting on a mini-dress, Trickster.”
“What’s the difference? The only difference is that this is purple and that you usually wear a mini green and white polka dotted mini-dress. Look, just put it on. For me? It’s my birthday!” He whined and gave puppy eyes. “I won’t ask you to put on anything else.” He put his hand up. “Just put on the purple Piper-outfit… and the shoes. And the scarf and tights. Just those. No more costume changes, and only for today… pleeeeeeasepleasepleasssssse?”
He was finding it hard to argue, because honestly? With the exception of missing the hat, it really was his costume minus being green and white. It was purple and lavender, with the lavender being the stripes on the dress, and the tights and shoes. And a green scarf? “Not sure this matches the rest… what the hell are you up to?” He was grumbling it, even as he stomped away to put it on.
When he returned, it was to find Sam dressed in brownish orange pants and a green shirt. Trickster himself was dressed in a white shirt and blue pants and the world’s most horrible orange ascot. Piper glared as it finally hit him.
“You didn’t call us here just to… You…” He was shaking a finger when abruptly Digger dressed in all brown and black polka dots ran in, Lisa skating right behind him in an orange dress shorter than Piper’s.
Lisa was putting down ice directly behind them while Digger yelled. “RUH OH, RAGGY… RASH RUMING!” Brown ‘bunny’ ears flopped on the sides of his head as he run, and a glued on tail flipped behind him.
Trickster grabbed Piper’s hand and then a second later, Flash appeared across the threshold, trying to skate over the ice without falling, only to end up pied in the first of several pie traps. A second after that, Trickster was pulling Piper through one of the mirrors, as everyone ran through them as quickly as they could, Flash on their heels. High above, a camera silently filmed as they ran in and out of the mirrors which looked suspiciously like doors. Sometimes together, sometimes separately, sometimes coming out of the same door they had just entered. Flash stopped in the middle, confused and frowning and trying to look at all the mirror-doors at the same time. Everyone came out of a separate door, paused, screamed, and ran back through the doors.
In the mirror-world, Trickster grinned as he grabbed Piper’s hand again ready to run through another entrance/exit. Piper gave him a wry smile and laughed. “Happy birthday, but next time? I better NOT be Daphne!”
“You’ll always be Daphne to my Fred.” James insisted.
“You’re being unreasonable. Would you just give them a chance? Rats are very loving, affectionate, and intelligent creatures.” Piper glared at Trickster, his arms folded over his chest as one of the rats sat on his shoulder.
“Yeah, they also bite your fingers and poop in your hand. And let us not forget their habit of dribbling pee over everything they crawl across. I don’t want to have them in the kitchen!” Trickster was trying to bar the doorway to the kitchen.
“If they are biting you, then you are doing something wrong, and if you’re making them raisin, you’re scaring them. Unless of course they just have to go. As for dribbling pee over everything they crawl across, we never stopped Digger from coming into the kitchen when he was drunk!” Piper yelled.
“Oi, don’t drag me into this!” Digger yelled from the living room. “And for a man that’s handled dog poop in the name of a prank, yewr awful uptight in there!” He threw a pretzel in their general direction and went back to watching the telly.
“No rats in the kitchen, Piper.” Trickster refused to budge.
“Fascist.” Piper pouted and turned on his heel to stomp back into the other room.
Trickster threw his hands up in the air and looked back at Mick who was stirring the chili.
Mick snorted. “It was only a matter of time before you joined the fascist club.” He patted Trickster’s shoulder.
“Do I get a badge or learn a secret handshake?” James asked.
“No, but you have to provoke a Piper-rant at least once week.” Len muttered from where he was reading the paper.
Trickster slowly smiled. “Easily done… Oh Piiiiiipeeeeerrrrrr!” He skipped out of the room.
“Oh now you’ve done it.” Mick grumbled and threw the dishcloth at Len.
“Aw crap.” Len banged his head off the table with a groan.
In the other room, Piper squawked in indignation before launching into a new rant, Digger yelled in protest, and Trickster laughed like a hyena.
This one is taking place in a previously established universe as well as established background for my RP version of the character Digger. This is the 'rematch' to that established history. Therefore a lot of people familiar with the past fics and/or my RPG character find it familiar because they saw references to the first match.
Jailbreaks were usually easier if Sam was on the outside of the jail with his handy dandy mirror of wonder. But in this case, he was the one that they were breaking out. Or, rather, he and Digger. The two men had been pinched after a drinking binge that had left them so insensible that one of them had actually walked up to Flash and asked him if he ever took the stick out of his ass, and if not how the hell did he manage to bend over?
Needless to say, they’d both been taken in for outstanding warrants as well as being drunk and disorderly.
After letting them sit in jail for a couple of weeks to give them time to ‘think about what they’d done’, Cold said it was time to get them out because he had a Rogue Birthday heist planned. The dubious honor of breaking them out of course was being left to Piper and Trickster while Mick, Cold, and Mark got the beer and decorations ready for the aftermath-birthday party.
Oh, how they regretted it now.
“What the hell are you doing?” Trickster looked on incredulous.
“This is a jailbreak, not a pissing contest!” Piper called out between the bars. “Come on!”
As the guards began to move once more, Piper put the flute back to his lips to stop them again.
But still Digger and Sam would not move from their positions. “Not till I win! This is a rematch, and I’m going to win damn it!” Digger growled.
Sam was smirking as he stood on the mark they’d each made on the floor and took aim. A stream of fluid hit the rim, but then with a bit of adjustment entered the toilet. Digger meanwhile squared his shoulders, balanced on each foot and then arched his back.
Trickster covered his eyes. “I say we leave them here.” He was half whining and half whimpering. Did he really work with these guys?
Digger hit the rim and was just beginning to make his adjustments when Piper finally hit him on the back of the head with the flute. Later Digger would announce that the contest was invalid this time on account of outside interference.
Piper grumbled, “I wasn’t about to spend my birthday watching you two in a literal pissing contest in the middle of a jailbreak. As it was we almost missed the armored truck carrying the money!”
Trickster patted his arm. “Could be worse, they could have made you judge.”
“There’s an idea!” Digger perked up. “SAM! Get a bucket! Piper’s judging! Winner gets first piece of his birthday cake!”
Piper glared at Trickster. “Thanks.” He said icily.
“Always glad to help.” Trickster snickered
Not much to say about this one, it's pretty self-explaining as well as cracky.
“Hey, Kool-aid!” Mick called out, picking up one of the hundreds of packets sitting on the table. “Someone going on a sugar bender? Or is Trickster up to something again?”
Piper was almost curious. Okay, he was. He just didn’t want to admit it.
“Unhand my kool-aid you fiends!” Trickster bounced out of the kitchen. “Mine! Mine…”
“Triiiickster, what are you going to do with all that kool-aid?” Piper asked cautiously. Indeed, for Trickster to have that many packets, it had to mean some kind of trouble. It wouldn’t be so bad as long as it was directed outward. As in, Flash related. But sometimes Trickster got it into his head that it would be fun to prank other Rogues. And it was at that point that it became ‘less all right’ in their eyes.
Trickster was trying to sweep the kool-aid into a basket as quickly as he could as he muttered, “Hair dye, tie dye, put it in shower-heads…”
“Hey! That’s MY kool-aid!” Roy protested with a gasp as he entered the room. “Give it back!”
“What the hell would you be doing with that much kool-aid?” Mick asked in confusion as James and Roy began to play tug-of-war with the basket. “Damn it, children, sit down and stop fighting! Or I’m taking it away and no one can have any kool-aid!”
“You can use it for watercolors!” Roy groused, still pulling on the basket. “I wanted to experiment!”
“Hey! Whatcher doing with my Kool-aid packets?” Digger growled as entered the room, and saw the two men still tugging at the basket.
“For God’s sake what the hell would YOU be doing with kool-aid?” Piper asked, starting to fear the basket was going to tear at this point.
“I use it for various reasons on me ship I’m building. Tests for water leaks as well as it keeps certain valves and such from getting scales on ‘em. Hand it over, wankers!” He was trying to grab various packets of grape and a few other flavors from the basket, but the others were alternatively trying to yank it away or smack his hands.
“What are you doing with my kool-aid?” Lisa glared as she came down the stairs.
“Yours? What would you be doing with them?” Mick threw his hands up in frustration. “Damn it, all of you put the basket down until this is settled!” Unfortunately, no one was listening.
“You can make cheap tasty lipgloss out of it.” She glared and tried to get to the cherry ones.
“Gimme back my kool-aid!””It’s not yours!””It’s MINE!””Unhand it, varlet!””What the hell is a varlet?””A play on words, old usage was a menial servant. Archaically, so was a knave, but a knave also means a rogue. It doesn’t matter, GIMME MY PRECIOUSESES!”
Mick reached in and finally wrapped his arms around the tearing basket and pulled it out of the grasping hands.
“Mick, why do you have my kool-aid?”
“Not you too?” Mick gaped at Len. “What the hell could you possibly want with it?”
“Lemonade flavor removes rust from concrete and hardwater stains from certain surfaces.” Len gave him a steady look. “I use it in the dishwasher and to clean the barrel of my gun.”
“I think you’re all full of shit and don’t want to admit you like kool-aid.” Piper snorted in amusement and disbelief as the other Rogues began a free-for-all over fifteen cent packets of kool-aid. He sighed. “I prefer flavor-aid anyway.” He muttered as he left them to it.
Long ago in a RPG far away, I vaguely recall we were going to do something similar but in a slightly different vein. There wasn't going to be dressing up, and I can't recall why we were going to do this. I just remember that it involved Sam's mirrors and a scene similar to this. I don't think we actually ended up doing it, which is a pity. So I borrowed Rune's and Katz's original idea, dusted it off, redressed it, and presented it as a gift to them in the prompt-a-thon.
“What the hell are you humming?” Piper knew damn well what he was humming, but he didn’t want to believe it.
“Noooothing.” Trickster whistled the tune while adjusting the spring on one of his traps.
“You’re up to something.” Piper accused.
“Nonsense.” He argued, humming again and waving at Sam.
Sam sighed, gave Piper a rueful smile and continued to move one of the mirrors. He’d been working on the mirrors since earlier that day, and hadn’t stopped since. Piper had only arrived about ten minutes before, having received a call while at his parents’ house. The call itself had been strange, but really? That should be expected when it came to Trickster.
“Why am I here?” Piper finally sighed in aggravation.
“I need you to put this on.” Trickster bounced up from one of the pie-traps holding a purple costume.
“That’s… a purple striped mini-dress. I’m not putting on a mini-dress, Trickster.”
“What’s the difference? The only difference is that this is purple and that you usually wear a mini green and white polka dotted mini-dress. Look, just put it on. For me? It’s my birthday!” He whined and gave puppy eyes. “I won’t ask you to put on anything else.” He put his hand up. “Just put on the purple Piper-outfit… and the shoes. And the scarf and tights. Just those. No more costume changes, and only for today… pleeeeeeasepleasepleasssssse?”
He was finding it hard to argue, because honestly? With the exception of missing the hat, it really was his costume minus being green and white. It was purple and lavender, with the lavender being the stripes on the dress, and the tights and shoes. And a green scarf? “Not sure this matches the rest… what the hell are you up to?” He was grumbling it, even as he stomped away to put it on.
When he returned, it was to find Sam dressed in brownish orange pants and a green shirt. Trickster himself was dressed in a white shirt and blue pants and the world’s most horrible orange ascot. Piper glared as it finally hit him.
“You didn’t call us here just to… You…” He was shaking a finger when abruptly Digger dressed in all brown and black polka dots ran in, Lisa skating right behind him in an orange dress shorter than Piper’s.
Lisa was putting down ice directly behind them while Digger yelled. “RUH OH, RAGGY… RASH RUMING!” Brown ‘bunny’ ears flopped on the sides of his head as he run, and a glued on tail flipped behind him.
Trickster grabbed Piper’s hand and then a second later, Flash appeared across the threshold, trying to skate over the ice without falling, only to end up pied in the first of several pie traps. A second after that, Trickster was pulling Piper through one of the mirrors, as everyone ran through them as quickly as they could, Flash on their heels. High above, a camera silently filmed as they ran in and out of the mirrors which looked suspiciously like doors. Sometimes together, sometimes separately, sometimes coming out of the same door they had just entered. Flash stopped in the middle, confused and frowning and trying to look at all the mirror-doors at the same time. Everyone came out of a separate door, paused, screamed, and ran back through the doors.
In the mirror-world, Trickster grinned as he grabbed Piper’s hand again ready to run through another entrance/exit. Piper gave him a wry smile and laughed. “Happy birthday, but next time? I better NOT be Daphne!”
“You’ll always be Daphne to my Fred.” James insisted.