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singularityderp2010-12-01 11:59 pm
whistlesatengineers) wrote in singularityderp2010-12-01 11:59 pm
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The Song Drabble Meme
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.
( 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!
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New York Counterpoint Part 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0pgm1idg7Y&feature=related)
by Steve Reich (mine was a professional recording, but this was the best I could find on Youtube.)
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It was never quiet – never for long – on any recon mission involving Jun. The Spartan sniper was content to just let whatever came to his head roll on out his mouth, and it seemed there was no lack of material.
Which is probably why he and Rookie made such a great team – Jun filled the silence of the mission with information, anecdotes, and whatever odd thoughts came to him, and Rookie digested and filtered and knew just what parts to utilize and which to ignore. He'd found all of it served some purpose or another, from the way Jun could blindly identify gunfire, to the odd little quips that eased the tension while waiting for a target to come into view.
“If it's a low enough frequency, cows can hear it from about two miles away.” As a Spartan Jun's hearing was much sharper than Rook's, but nothing to that level. The ODST tilted his head in consideration, and then joined Jun in spying on the herd on the other side of the valley in the Garden Zone. “They can also smell stuff from about five miles out. Isn't that weird?” Jun turned and followed a loose trail up into the foothills as they scouted out the area, looking for signs of their quarry. He continued pattering on about bovine for a while, then somehow that lead into a lecture on Warthog distribution in the outer colonies. There was a connection, somehow, it had just been one of the things Rookie deemed better to acknowledge with a slight nod and dismiss with as much.
As they came to a high rise, Rookie looked back down at the herd, and paused curiously, waving for Jun's attention.
“Hey, look--”
Sniper rifle up, Jun scanned the herd, which were casually looking up and glancing over to the north, ears perked. The sniper laughed, and gave Rook a hearty bro-punch to the shoulder. “Fantastic! Looks like they'll lead us right to our prey! Good eyes, Rook.” He adjusted their path accordingly, and as they stole ahead into the forested foothills towards the hidden encampment, Rookie listened and filtered and digested a tirade about the lack of sufficient ammunition stocks.
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"I found this place last week during a recon mission. Always wanted to get back to it." Jun prattled on, looking back at Two as they headed into the low entrance of the curio shop. There was the 'thunk' of skull on metal as Jun's head met the top of the doorframe, Two ducking easily in behind him after his impropmtu warning.
"“Obviously this place wasn't made for Spartans."
"Hahaha, yeah, right about that." Jun finally made it in without further injury, crowding into the entryway and looked into the odd little shop.
Two leads the way in, hunched against the low ceiling and cramped between the close shelves. Jun wasn't entirely too comfortable either, but the odd collection of stuff was enough to keep them looking,
They hadn't made their way five awkward feet in when the shop's owner greeted them, looking perky despite being nearly three feet shorter than them. "Welcome to my little shop! I don't get a lot of visitors. Please, feel free to look around, I'll answer any questions that you have and I'd be happy to answer them!"
She turned and waddled back into some dark corner where the cash register was located, calling over her shoulder, "and watch out for the gas cats! They don't like to be petted!"
Jun, of course, was bent over just about to stroke one of the strange hissing cats at his feet, and in his attempt to stand back up knocks into a shelf of various scented candles collections (some of which were, of course, lit). Two grabs his shoulder and yanks him away, and together they dive further into the shop, barely missing the resulting cat-candle-explosion.
Two and Jun exchange glances as the smoke settles, unable to stop grinning.
"Me-ow!"
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