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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)!

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

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

Comments

Katamari Mambo~ (What the hell MP3 player?)

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They're in the middle of a park on a picnic, except eating a sandwich and drinking a beer with a robot who doesn't know you isn't really a picnic, and she's not really sure how the hell this happened to begin with. The station has gone batshit again, except now all the holograms looks like something out of a fucking acid trip. Everything is ridiculously huge and block shaped, and Tucker hasn't seen such shitty graphics since that college lecture she attended on Past Video Games and Their Effects on Human Culture. It bears mentioning, at least in her mind, that this robot had a single red eye and she hates the color almost as much as she hates the team.

Then there's a cheery voice announcing "Dancetime" over the loudspeaker system and as much as she hates this station's A.I., Tucker doubts she would go for this kind of bullshit. A small drone right above them and chirps the message a second time. She aims her gun at it, fed up with this shit, and it fucking melts her gun, the little son of a bitch. A comical but threatening laser cannon juts out of the top of what looks like a flying Roomba, waving around to the beat of the music.

"Mandatory dancing time," it chirps, "or face disintegration."

"How in the fuck?"

But the robot next to her is already dancing, a step forward, a bent knee and a sway of the hips that looks so pointlessly ridiculous and she hunches over, trying to breath between bouts of laughter while trying to shake her hips in time with his.