planning

Work was perhaps not as hectic as it might have been today. I did get one rather nasty little query in towards the end of the afternoon, which involved an immediate phone call to discuss with a colleague, and is going to involve several more phone calls tomorrow to determine precisely what is meant by "allergy" in this case. Oh well.

Hm. Think I have roughly established what dates I can get to Guernsey cheaply. Must now organize bookings. Good thing that there's a reasonable amount of cash in the bank at this point in the month.

I should vaguely start planning for Ambercon. It's not that far off, and I do usually run a couple of games. Hm.

Well, amid planning for everything else.

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Oh, the sexual life of the camel
Is stranger than anyone thinks.
In moments of amorous passion,
He frequently buggers the Sphinx.
But the Sphinx's posterior passage
Is clogged with the sands of the Nile,
Which accounts for the hump on the camel,
And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile.

drabble for starlighter

. . . Bleach, Ichigo/Rukia . . .

She nags. She pesters. She expects things from him.

She sleeps in his closet.

She arranges for something that lives in a teddybear to possess his body.

She acts as if she blames him -- him -- for the whole mess.

She's deliberate. Unscrupulous. Just plain mean.

She reads shoujo horror manga and keeps her weird spiritual drugs in cute little Pez dispensers.

She keeps on forgetting to tell him things till it's nearly too late.

She watches him in the same way that he watches his sisters.

He shouts at her. She shouts back. They understand each other perfectly.

drabble for without_names

. . . GetBackers or Saiyuki, Ban or Hakkai . . .

Ban leaned on the side of the jeep, yearning to open it up and get a look at the engine. "So – where are you going, again?"

"West," the man with the monocle said, with a smile that was about as friendly and sincere as Doctor Jackal's. "Collecting some, ah, paperwork."

"Regular line of business?" Ban enquired curiously.

"More of a one-off," the man said deprecatingly. "A person of our acquaintance needed it done, and, well . . ."

Ban nodded understandingly. "Hope you got the money in advance."

The other kept smiling. "Not really. I'm still paying off old debts."

drabble for melpomenes_mask

. . . classic Dragaera, crossed with In Nomine, Aerich and Pel . . .

"Aerich?"

"Yes, friend Pel?"

"What would you say if I pretended that last night I should have been accosted by a gentleman with wings, who expressed a most urgent wish that I provide him with the services of a Discreet?"

Aerich blinked mildly. "If I were to be forced to choose between the word of a friend and a mere scientific implausibility, I would hope that I would choose the word of my friend."

"Ah, good."

"Why do you say such a thing?"

"Because I advised him that you were far more able to provide him with guidance than I."

drabble for gisho

. . . GetBackers, Makubex/Kagami . . .

"It occurs to me," Makubex said one day, "that I have no idea about how far this obedience of yours goes."

"Far enough," Kagami said, and that was the end of that day's talk.

"I wonder," Makubex said, a week later, "how much I can trust a man who says what you say."

"Farther than Fudou Takuma," Kagami answered, and tilted his head so that his earring swung and glinted.

"Perhaps," Makubex finally said, a month after that, "I should try pushing."

"The only true power lies in making others go farther than they want to," Kagami agreed.

Makubex nodded.

drabble for yhibiki

. . . Saiyuki, Gojyo, the women, and a jealous Hakkai . . .

"Hakkai?"

"Yes, Gokuu?"

"What were all those noises last night?"

"Gojou fell over."

"But he was going straight up to bed!"

"So he was."

"But what did he fall over?"

"Me."

"But why was there so much screaming?"

"I wasn't screaming."

"And the crunching?"

"That was the bedframe."

"And the whimpering noises?"

"I'm sure there was a perfectly good reason for them."

"And the begging for mercy?"

"Was very gratifying."

"And, um . . . er, why was that woman who went upstairs with Gojou found hanging from the windowsill by her fingernails?"

"Dear me, Gokuu. How should I know?"