Meme A Day 2008-Day 323-Stupid Drabble Prompt Meme

[karaokegal]

Ganked from k_haldane

Give me the stupidest, most unlikely prompt you can think of (with or without character/s) and I'll see if I can drabble it.

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[drunken_hedghog]

John Barrowman wakes up straight and wonders how to tell Scott.

[hllangel]

You realize that this is the stuff of nightmares, right?

[drunken_hedghog]

His at the very least!

[hllangel]

John and Scott breaking up has been the subject of my nightmares multiple times.

Though John has never actually woken up straight...

[daisylily]

House wrestling a kangaroo (and it has to be a real, actual, live, adult one, not Chase-being-referred-to-as-a-kangaroo).

(It was ridiculously hard to think of something really stupid!)

[daasgrrl]

I DREAMT ABOUT THIS LAST NIGHT, I KID YOU NOT! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY XD

[daisylily]

I WISH I COULD DREAM ABOUT STUFF JUST BY THINKING ABOUT IT, IT'S NOT FAIR :D

SORRY IF YOU WERE DISTRESSED BY HOUSE AND A KANGAROO

[daasgrrl]

No, it was really quite delightful. It was a House/Chase thing, where they were on kind of a 'honeymoon' in Oz (yeah, well, dream *g*) and Chase had taken House to the wildlife park here in Sydney where you can go and pet the kangaroos (presumably they have them in Melbourne too, I dunno). And then of course House had to go poke one of the bucks, and it promptly got up on its hind legs and fought him. (Which would never happen because they all look extremely dopey and they would never put aggressive roos in there.) Which made House drop his cane in fending it off and Chase had to rescue him. It was stupid. BUT HILARIOUS XD

[daasgrrl]

House dissolves into happy tears... yeah, I think that's difficult enough ;)

[bukabe16]

Not that hard, actually. Make him think Wilson died and then give Wilson back to him. ^^ Cruel, but efficient :p

[daasgrrl]

Obviously YMMV, but I still can't really see it - not "my" House, anyway. The set-up would have to be something amazing. Now that you've made me think about it the only way I really can see it is that he'd have to be either very old/senile or suffering from some rare weepy illness, lol ;P

[karaokegal]

The morphine took him to a happy place, in this case Canada.

Stacy had lured him to a legal convention in Ottawa with promises of hotel room sex, and instead turned up with tickets to see the great Oscar Peterson at the National Arts Centre.

House hadn’t believed he loved her until the moment the lights went down and Oscar took the stage, clearly diminished since his stroke, but still the Maharajah of the Keyboard. House felt equally overwhelmed by the fact he was sitting next to a woman who actually understood him.

It was enough to make him cry.

[joanne_c]

John Barrowman wakes up buried deep inside... Eve. Yes, I am evil, thank you for noticing.

[karaokegal]

Best. Dream. Ever.

He and Eve had left Gareth with a bunch of groupies and a warning about condoms, and gone to investigate the contents of the mini-bar in John’s hotel room. Somewhere between the Dewar’s and the Oreos, they’d been giggling about Jack and Gwen actually having sex graphically enough to trump the greenhouse scene and now he was dreaming about Eve’s legs wrapped around him and being buried in her hot, wet….

Oops. Not a dream. And nothing he wanted to stop.

There were going to be apologies and definitely some explaining to do, but not just yet.

[joanne_c]

*dies giggling* You just know it'd take all that alcohol for it to actually happen...

Thank you! It is very plausible.

[karaokegal]

Always happy to write variations on this particular impossible dreams.

[vanillafluffy]

Jools mades a New Year's resolution to abstain from brandy booze and cigars. And to help little old ladies across the street.

[haldane]

Have you ever seen The Goodies "Scoutragous" episode? Bill and Graeme decide to help old ladies across the street to earn their 'courtesy' badge.

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=BlgHgknV7bg

(Badge section starts at about 7:25)

[karaokegal]

The calendar insisted that it was the first day of January 1985, but the debauchery he’d witnessed at Sergei’s party was more suited to another epoch, perhaps the reign of Ivan the Terrible..

Jools had lost track of the number of drinks, men, women, but not the cruel delight he’d taken in all of it. Hangovers were familiar enough; guilt was an indulgence he couldn’t afford.

The new year offered the opportunity for a fresh start. Farewell to the vices of tobacco and alcohol. Old ladies would have a champion in Jools Siviter.

Unless, of course, they were enemy agents.

[vanillafluffy]

U squee down before you!