Heh, this icon has never been so apt.
May. 29th, 2010 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
*sigh* Okay, so I'm hitting some weird wall with my bigboom fic, and it's probably because I haven't worked out all the angles of the plot just yet and I'm not quite sure if there are timeline issues or not (yeah, I pay attention to that, former Heroes writers). But in any case I think I could use a little jump start. Soo...
Give me a PLAUDE prompt for a five-sentence fic.
Please? Real quick, won't take a minute.
Give me a PLAUDE prompt for a five-sentence fic.
Please? Real quick, won't take a minute.
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Date: 2010-05-30 03:55 am (UTC)You'll work the bigboom out! Sometimes it just takes poking and prodding with the plot.
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Date: 2010-05-30 04:21 pm (UTC)Third apartment: "Y'hear that baby screamin' next door, yeah?"
Ninth apartment: "Traffic sounds like a bloody freight train comin' through."
"Dammit, Claude, what's so perfect about this old place?"
A shrug, "Met you here, didn't I?"
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Date: 2010-05-30 04:00 am (UTC)Prompt: Peter/Claude, superheroes.
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Date: 2010-05-30 04:31 pm (UTC)***
The woman is shaken but stable, her wound bandaged and her story in the ear of anyone who'll listen- "That knife would've gone straight in my neck if it wasn't for the Specter." Peter gives her a smile, and registers a shadow in the corner of his eye.
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So many questions, accusations, demands fly through Peter's head as he stares at Claude, but all he can say is, "The Specter, I presume?"
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Date: 2010-05-30 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-31 10:48 pm (UTC)Prompt: doing the laundry, and a surprise.
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Date: 2010-06-03 01:17 am (UTC)Whistling tunelessly, Peter hefts the basket on his hip as he pushes open the door to the apartment building's communal laundry room and approaches his customary washing machine.
He blinks and pauses when he spots two white plastic basins sitting on the small table next to the machine. One is mostly filled with white suds, but, poking a finger through them, Peter uncovers a cashmere scarf in Burberry plaid.
"Oi, hands off!" Peter jerks around- and it's a close contest over who's more embarrassed, him or Claude.
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Date: 2010-06-06 09:49 am (UTC)Oh, thanks for this. Lovely.