The Song Drabble Meme

[whistlesatengineers]

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>

Comments

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Aw, shit is so on before I hop in the car.

Characters:
Shepard || (cmdr_renegade )
Dug || (dug_the_dog )
Kaylee || (cupcake_dress )
Number of Tracks: 143

Tracks are random selection of my most listened to and are quite possibly all completely unrelated, but that just makes it fun, right? Like Russian Roulette.

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

Terminator, Legion y Shepard. 33

Two awkwarding around Kaylee. 52

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Terminator, Legion, and Shepard. Track 33: The A-Team Suite (2009) Alan Silvestri.

I don't even know who is who, but T has extensive files on Shepard. Extensive.



"My primary function is deception," Bob argued in casual monotone. Any inflection of panic Shepard might have gleaned was purely imagined and absolutely accurate.

"Which is exactly why you're the face," Shepard responded dryly around the tube of omnigel clutched in her teeth.

"Shepard-commander," Legion interrupted with a low metallic croak.

"Legion, if you look away I'll electrocute us all, keep the light here," Shepard ordered sharply and Legion complied, though the light shifted as his expression did. "What?"

"Given prior evidence, the T-800 unit's objection is logical," Legion added and Shepard twisted as the cables sparked and the engine before her roared to life. She didn't bother to remove the tube of omnigel clutched in her teeth, despite it being unnecessary.

"If you're so concerned, have some liquid courage," Shepard griped as she rose and pulled a well concealed flask from her hip. She tossed it and Bob caught it mechanically. He stared at the flask and then her, his expression unmoved.

"Alcohol will not alter the situation. My primary function on this mission is deception," Bob argued flatly and Legion croaked in agreement.

"Yes, and that's why you're coming with me," Shepard answered him and folded her arms across her chest.

"Statistical data indicates that the likelihood of damage to my organic exterior is 83.45%, thus rendering me incapable of my primary function--"

"Right," Shepard answered with a derisive nod and motioned to Legion. Legion hesitated and then got into the shuttle. Shepard followed and sat down in the pilot seat. If Shepard caught the grimace the Terminator (and Legion) made, she barely noticed.

[whistlesatengineers]

Dug and Toothless, 100

Kaylee and Rookie, 27

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Dug and Toothless, 100 - Bad Horse Chorus, Dr. Horrible.

Once again, I don't even:


So it had seemed like a really great idea at the time. Given who had suggested that really great idea, though, it wasn't surprising that it was, in fact, a very terrible idea.

At first, Joe had seemed amused.

Then Joe had kicked them out and instructed them to share with others.

This also seemed like a really great idea.

The grey people who were not humans did not enjoy it any more than Joe. They were very loud. The space-squirrel ran away. The big metal people who liked to pet them put them outside and closed the door. They locked it.

The robots did not run. They didn't do much of anything, in fact. Clearly they enjoyed it.

Dug sang off key, mimicking the people he had seen on the screen, and Toothless joined in. An unholy sound of screeching and roaring like nails on a chalkboard, timed to barking howls, erupted across the garden zone. The robots stared at them in silence and they decided they had done a good job announcing the strange messages over the network.

Now they needed to find a bad horse.

Unfortunately neither of them knew what a horse was.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

It's not the same without a gun.

And in quite probably related news:

Sarah and Shepard.:D #87.