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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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Kaylee and Rookie, 27
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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.