drabble for sariel_di -- from a certain point of view

Title: from a certain point of view
Requester: sariel_di
Series: In Nomine
Requested Topic: Marc, tragedy?
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/788099.html


There are some parts of Heaven where the fluctuations of different currencies are watched with the keen intensity that other viewers give their favourite soap opera. In the Halls of Commerce, multiple screens play graphs and tables of figures for watchers to check throughout the day and night.

(It used to be big scrolls over the archways, but those were the good old days.)

Given the definition of tragedy as "a fall from greatness", Marc has been known to declare tragedies whenever inflation hits a particular high and currency a particular low.

Eli doesn't think Marc quite got the point.

drabble for pony_rocks -- a manly appetite

Title: a manly appetite
Requester: pony_rocks
Series: Bleach
Requested Topic: Ukitake/Shunsui, diet
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/788099.html


Kyouraku is always careful when eating food around Ukitake.

This is because Ukitake steals it. Steals it without meaning to, and quite without thinking about it, but if Kyouraku leaves his plate too close to where Ukitake is sitting, the plate empties. Fast.

It goes back to the days at the Academy, when Ukitake was the one who always emptied his plate first and looked round hopefully for seconds or leftovers.

This, Kyouraku has explained to his Nanao-chan, is why he always drinks throughout the meal, and lets poor famished Jyuushirou have all the food he wants.

Nanao isn't convinced.

drat

Well, that's a nuisance. Something's wrong with my oven, or at least, with the electrical part of it. My hob and my microwave (which are on separate circuits) are both working fine, so I won't starve, and certainly it would have been worse if the fridge/freezer had gone, but still... annoying.

Must ask friends at work if they know any good local electricians.

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On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood;
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.

Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare;
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.

There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.

The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
Today the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.

-- A. E. Housman

pause for a musical number

. . . also, I have always suspected that Edgeworth could stun an entire court with song and dance, and this just proves it.

drabble for archangelbeth -- cultural cross-interpretation

Title: cultural cross-interpretation
Requester: archangelbeth
Series: Bleach/Avatar
Requested Topic: Aang, ambassador to the spirit world...
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/788099.html


"Oh, I see!" Aang said in tones of enlightenment. “They’re your spirit guides. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise. Is it a cultural thing that they all look like swords?”

“Spirit guides?” the stranger with long white hair said. “Yes, I suppose you could call them that.”

“And here’s mine!” Aang zoomed up to perch on Appa’s head. “His name’s Appa. Appa, say hello to the nice people!”

“You know,” the stranger in the hat and pink over-robe said, as Appa licked his friend’s face, “I’ve never actually been the sort of man to get inferiority complexes about size before . . .”