It's a post. A posty post.

[mercyrobot]

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.

Comments

[thirstyrobot.livejournal.com]

Er, this is short and wonky, sorry. :P


Ridiculously awkward covers it fairly well. It was fine, even really quite nice, until Uhura dragged Spock away to parts unknown, followed by Scotty suddenly remembering some piece of equipment he needed to beam back up to turn off.

Sulu blinks. "I think we've been set up, Sato."

That's who she is now, Lieutenant Sato. The brilliant programmer in the short uniform. At least she's still brilliant here. At first Starfleet was a way to get access to tech and codes and give herself the best chance of running into someone, anyone who could help her. Now it's more the end than the means; like the uniform, she got used to it. She's content, in a way.

Though not just now. Sulu doesn't seem to want to be on a surprise date any more than she does, fortunately. "I had no idea they were planning that," she says. "I'm sorry."

His relief couldn't be more obvious. "Then you don't--?"

"No." Tosh smiles ruefully to show she's not insulted. "It's my fault, I think," she says. "I mentioned to Nyota that I haven't been on a date in three hundred years." It's a bit of a game sometimes, to tell the complete truth and watch it be laughed at as hyperbole.

Sulu laughs. "You look good for your age." He stands up and claps his hands once. "Well, we don't have to be on a date, but there's nothing that says we can't enjoy our last few hours of leave."

They play pool and Toshiko finally tries hypervodka. By the end of it she's pleasantly woozy and telling Torchwood stories, not that she mentions Torchwood by name. She does mention Owen, though, and Jack and Ianto and Gwen. She'll always miss them, but every day buries them a little further.

[rodlox.livejournal.com]

not sure what wonky is, but this was fantastic. thank you!

>hyperbole
*hugs Tosh*

at least they didn't lock you up, Tosh; there's that, I suppose.

[thirstyrobot.livejournal.com]

Thankies! I never write Tosh, but she's fun.