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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLhykn_9DOY

[cousinisdeeeead.livejournal.com]

For whatever reason, there was a glitch in the systems in this sector. It's all it takes; Hypatia or whatever protocol will have a freak out, and that's it. No more oxygen is being generated.

The teleporters are on lock down. No one can get in or out this way. Fixing from the inside doesn't seem to be an option.

"Guess it's manual work on the exterior," Alejandro grumbles, pulling up data from his RIG. "Fuck."

"Is that possible?" Samus is good with technology, decent enough to work on her own suit. But this kind of job does require better skilled hands. An engineer, and far as she knows, she's stuck with Borges.

It's a mixed blessing.

Alejandro snorts. "It's about the best we're gonna get. I can get outside and work fast as I can. Oxygen on this fucking suit is only about a minute and a half. I got canisters to refill with, at least."

"Right. We'll--"

"No." Alejandro puts his helmet on, glaring behind the glass. "You need to check and make sure no one's fucked up in this zone. You're the police-type chick with the missions and crap."

"Bounty hunter," she corrects flatly. "You can handle this?"

Alejandro shrugs. "This is my job, lady. You do yours or whatever. I'll buy you a beer afterward."

They go their separate ways. Samus sets off; there aren't too many citizens to locate, fortunately, and no one seems harmed. Borges doesn't seem to be botching it up too bad, as some of the power comes back and breathing gets easier for some.

Eventually, she's pinged via voice communication.

"Samus," she states. "What's going on?"

"The door's fucking locked. I can't get back in." Alejandro sounds strained, limited on air. "You need to open it on your side, she's keeping me out."

"On my way." She picks up the pace, hurrying back. Alejandro stays on the line, making a terrible comment about how he sounds like a mouth-breathing pervert right now. Samus doesn't laugh.

But he does sound strained, gasping. He's waiting outside of the door.

Samus works as quickly as she can to get the airlock to open. After the door opens, she doesn't even pause; she's pulling him back inside, practically throwing him onto the floor as if to keep him put.

The door closes and the interior regulates; Alejandro throws his helmet off and gasps for air.

"Don't do that again," Samus tells him as coldly she can.

He coughs and mutters, "Yep. I'm fine, by the way."

He doesn't look the least bit offended, though, especially when he mutters, "Thanks."

Samus just nods once, pulling him to his feet carefully, keeping him steady as they exit the hall and back into the zone.

[chozobloodrites.livejournal.com]

Alejanbro I won't ever leave you hanging.

[cousinisdeeeead.livejournal.com]

that is the best nickname anyone has given me

[chozobloodrites.livejournal.com]

Well it's not hard to go up from "faggot" and "asshole."