Heh, this icon has never been so apt.

[lotus0kid]

*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.

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[lotus0kid.livejournal.com]

(Hey, sorry for the late response. Anyway, I did manage to get them into the cab and down to the office, which is good.)

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.

[indyhat.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee!!!

Oh, thanks for this. Lovely.