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[im-sorry-dave.livejournal.com]

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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Comments

[teal-deer.livejournal.com]

Skyfire and Thane, 3141

Lemon Demon - "Dance like an idiot" oh god... no regret http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMdG9DjAeV8

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

The music fills his room as he works, shifting the VI screens around in front of him, keeping to the beat of the music. It helps him stay focused and keep a constant flow going. Typing into the closest screen, he registers the data and moves to the next with a swipe of his hand. Tapping his foot.

And hey, this is a pretty catchy song and his work is really moving, slowly but surely he gets more into it. Eventually he's spinning and dancing as he does his extremely dry data entry. It's. Well it's like an awkward kind of train wreck, honestly. But what he lacks in skill and grace he makes up for in enthusiasm.

Though suddenly, he's got the feeling of someone watching him. It's not enough to stop him...

But what is that smell?

It smells like radiation, booze and broken dreams... he spins around to find Thane leaning heavily in his doorway, only slightly drunk. This instantly stops his erratic movement and he stares like a deer in headlights at the drell, who stares back.

A pregnant silence.

"Proceed," Thane's voice scrapes across the music track, slightly slurred.

-----

Shepard doesn't know what the fuck, but it's three in the goddamn morning and there's fucking. MUSIC. She doesn't bother knocking, and she instantly regrets it. An eyeful of her assassin and her fucking scientist dancing like nobody's watching (and really, nobody was until she walked in.)

In that, time literally stops from the sheer force of awkward that descends down upon them.

[parasomnist.livejournal.com]

oh my god best possible song


also "it smells like radiation, booze, and broken dreams..." THAT'S OUR THANE :|

everything here is glorious

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

I KNOW, RIGHT?

The most fun to write ever