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mercyrobot) wrote2009-06-09 11:25 pm
It's a post. A posty post.
0. Mostly, I wanted to show off this icon I made. *points*
1. Writer's block like whoa. I get like one sentence out and get distracted by something shiny. My brain's doing something that goes a little bit like Trek! Jooster! Joostertrek! No, wait! Fireflytrek! TorchJooster! Ianto is Jeeves and they're on the Enterprise and run into Serenity! And what about that thing where Jeeves had a secret wife? Ducky? Ducky who? ARGFARGLEVALETSPACE. Yeah. That's what my head sounds like on the indoors.
2. KINGDOM. Was great. Is great. Is being great. Oh Lyle. *looks at watch* Hey, next week! Get here with new ep plz. When does Peter get a boyfriend? Wishful thinking, I know.
3. Well, it would be a pretty lame list if it only had two things on it.....
Um. Make me write porn. Prompts. Issue them now. Maybe with word count limits.
ETA 6/10: I am exhausted and falling asleep. Ficlettings to continue on the morrow.
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"Specific dream rabbit," River says, looking straight through Bertie.
Bertie squirms under the penetrating gaze, wondering if the girl's got some aunt in her or if she's just stark-raving.
One of Jeeves's eyebrows climbs towards a less-than-usually kempt hairline.
"You're his, he's yours," she says back and forth between them, as though speaking to excessively dim children. She shakes her head in a lord-what-fools sort of way. She captures a surprised Bertie's hand and starts to a song there's no way she can know.
Dashed unnerving, Bertie thinks later, once Simon's explained, to have someone learn the fox-trot straight out of one's head. But he does his due diligence and dances with her, never one to refuse a lady. He nearly (only nearly) trips over his own feet when River pirouettes round and round and twirls him straight into Jeeves, still singing high and mad and haunting but my baby don't want nobody but me.
Jeeves looks approbrious, his every thread proclaiming that such things are Not Done, but they are in space, on a spaceship, and Bertie's sheepish smile is no less effective for it as he shrugs his 'what's a chap to do' and holds out his hands. As Bertie was once told, the man swings a dashed efficient shoe. There's no discussion about who will lead but it's Jeeves that does, and it doesn't feel as off as it should.
Jeeves excuses himself stiffly as soon as River stops singing.
She giggles at his retreating back.
"What on earth is so funny?" Bertie asks, piqued.
River giggles and giggles. "Nature's bachelor," she croaks out at last, smirking to win a pageant.
"Chow!" Kaylee calls before Bertie can formulate a response.
Meals are his least favourite time. Bertie has the vague sense that Mal and Jayne might shoot him at any moment, and that if he's too chummy with Kaylee they'll be having one of those weddings captains can perform, and speaking of auntly personages, Zoe shares not a few traits with several of them. Simon and Wash he likes; Wash is the sort of chap it's impossible not to like, and Simon's the sort of chap he's used to running across. Book seems nearly as put out as Bertie is that Jeeves isn't making an appearance for dinner.
Inara is nothing short of terrifying, for some reason especially so when she loads up a tray and says, "I'll take this up to Jeeves. He must be hungry."
Bertie startles from his chair. "No!" he exclaims as it slaps to the floor behind him. "Erm. That is-- I mean to say-- you being a lady and all. I ought to do it."
He meets with no protest, and more than one knowing female smile as he takes the tray and stumbles his way through railings and decks.
Jeeves answers his knock in that funny Chinese they speak that sounds like a toast to Bertie's ears. He shoves the door aside with his foot to find Jeeves in his shirtsleeves, rising from the small bed.
"You should not have troubled yourself, sir," Jeeves says, using that kindly tone he takes on when Bertie's done something especially daft. "I find myself not particularly hungry."
Bertie sets the tray down on the bedside table, thinking with a pang of London and breakfast trays and sunshine. "Was dancing with me as bad as all that?" he asks, very interested in the floor.
"No, sir."
Bertie jerks his head up and wonders how he could have missed this before.
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