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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1


Genre-Mixing


Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules
  1. Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

  2. Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

  3. You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.

  4. Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.


Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

If you are filling a prompt, use this format in your title.

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.

Scoring
For prompt posts: 5 points each (maximum of 100 per team)

For fills (as stated here):
First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10 in each post: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15 in each post: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+ in each post: 5 (per entry)

All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

If you have any questions, please ask them at the FAQ post here, or email them to us (homestuck.shipping at gmail). Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that we will see them in a timely fashion!
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Re: PROMPT: Team Dolorosa<3Mindfang

[personal profile] munkychef 2012-06-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
so many good prompts for my ship
le sign
haydaviebby: just a little sketch (Default)

FILL: TEAM AUTO-RESPONDER <3 ROXY

[personal profile] haydaviebby 2012-06-11 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I've never written steampunk before, so there are little hints at it more than full blown steampunk and cabaret can be interpreted in more than one way, so I kind of went off the idea of the "Mediterranean-style brothel" type of cabaret, there's not much reference to it though, so no worries.
Hopefully, you enjoy it!.
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It was hot, but when was it ever not hot anymore?

Gamzee Makara tugged at the cravat that was already hanging loosely at his throat. He couldn't care less. The sun was down and few people lingered on the streets at this time of night.

His hand searched for a kerchief in his pockets almost methodically to no avail. He didn't even flinch as he wiped a dirtied hand across his brow to relieve his face from some of the sheen due to the sweat beading on his skin. He wasn't worried about his muddied appearance, the grease on his face didn't bother him in the slightest. He worked hard, he looked proper, and a little bit of a mess wouldn't put him to shame.

Gamzee Makara continued down the street, the empty, quiet street aimlessly. The soft lull of a low croon floating about softly. The further he walked, the more he could hear over the creaking of the pipes that ran through the alleyways. Following his ears, he ended up in front of a messy looking tavern. Looking closer at the small sign that hung next to the door, he could barely make out the words ‘Cabaret Lalonde’. The slow grin that spread across his face was lazy and just a tad cheeky.

In these parts, he knew exactly what a 'cabaret' was.

Gamzee found himself inside the dingy, little establishment and nearly choked on the smoke. Had there been more light in the place, he would have sworn that a haze was lingering right above his head. It took him a few moments, but he adjusted well enough to stumble over to the polished bar. He placed himself on the worn stool and turned his head towards the only light in the place.

The girl on stage was tall and slender, dressed in a short skirt, unbuttoned top, and a tightly cinched corset. It was beyond Gamzee how a voice like that could come from someone with such little room to breathe. Gamzee's eyes roved over the girl as she continued to croon, pulling the voice of an angel from thin air.

"She's good, isn't she?" A light voice startled him through the whir of the sound equipment and the serenade from the stage. Turning back toward the bar, he found the source. A slip of a girl with blonde hair and a grin similar to his own.

"Yeah, little sister. Pretty damn good," his voice was rough as he replied and her face scrunched up almost unconsciously.

"You sound like hell," a scowl marred her features now. "Let me get you a drink. What'll you have?"

"Water’ll be fine." He had promised Karkat he'd stay sober...well more like he had be nagged into promising. A promise was still a promise nonetheless.

"Gin and tonic it is then," the girl nodded firmly, smirk replacing the scowl quickly. She turned and stepped a few feet to her right to reach for a stout tumbler for his drink. The terse click of heels as she stepped drew his eyes down her legs across the bar. He could only see to her knees, but they were covered in a light colored leather, worn buckles at the sides. A holster was slung haphazardly across her hips, but the guns that belonged in them were nowhere to be found. Eyes trailing higher, he traced the curve of her waist that had been emphasised by a corset not unlike the one the lady on stage donned. The one fitted against her torso was more subtle, less extravagant. It suited her.

Gamzee's eyes continued to scan the woman preparing him a drink and once he reached her head, he was greeted with an arched eyebrow and the same smirk as before thrown over a slender shoulder. The grin on his own face turned only a bit sheepish as she placed the glass in front of him on the bartop.

"You must be new around here," the woman leans her hip against the bar, letting her head fall into her hand as she put him at eye level of her own accord.

"And what makes you say that?" He didn't dare drink from the glass; Karkat would have his head for that single action. Instead, he fiddled with the rim; tipping the glass to and fro, watching the liquid inside coat the sides and the clinking ice inside the glass.

"Never seen you around," she shrugged and brought her free hand up to tap the goggles resting on top of his head. He had forgotten that they were even there. "We don't get many of you around these parts. Got a name, stranger?"

"Gamzee Makara," his reply was immediate and the glass was forgotten when she smiled brightly. A genuine smile.

"It's a pleasure to met you then, Mister Makara," a quick wink and the smile became sly. "Like I said we don't get many of you around here. Especially in a place like this." The dramatic sweeping of her arm, nearly caused her to tumble over. Gamzee placed a steadying hand on the girl's upper arm and she smiled gratefully towards him.

"So does a sister have a motherfucking name of her own?" Her eyes went wide at that and the little 'o' her mouth made was nearly priceless. "What? I say something?"

"No, no." An unladylike snort erupted and she covered it quickly, shooting glances around the room. No one had noticed her slip up, they were all too enamored with the woman on stage along with a few more that were moving from table to table, chatting up the patrons. "I can't believe I still get a surprise when someone speaks that way, even in here." Another gesture, less dramatic this time. "It just surprises me in public, I guess."

"I'll make sure keep my wits about me then, sister. Especially in public," Gamzee offered his hand to the barmaid.

She took it with no hesitation. Her hand was cool against his own, and far smaller. He was rewarded with a wide grin.

"Only when my mother's around, Mister Makara."

"Call me Gamzee, little sis." His own brow had risen slightly at the comment, but he didn't question it.

"Only if you call me Roxy." She turned away from him to fix another drink in a tall slender glass. Turning back to sit it in front of him, pulling the gin and tonic towards her. The glass was tinged a bright green from what was inside and bubbled just the slightest. There was no mistaking what the drink was.

Roxy lifted her secondhand drink to her lips and took a small sip, eyeing him over the rim of her glass.

Karkat would forgive him for just this time, right?

"Are you going to stay for a drink, Mister Makara?" The way she said his name this time was different. It rolled off her tongue softer than it had before and Gamzee liked it. The grin she was giving him now was paired with a pair of lowly lidded eyes that gave off an almost sultry effect.

Karkat would understand.

"Why motherfucking not?" Gamzee pulled the heavy goggles from his head and tossed them on the bartop before picking up the glass and taking a long drag.

The sweet burn of supor tickled his nerves and the flavor relaxed him immediately. He sighed setting the glass back down on the counter.

"Motherfucking miracles, lil sis," he murmured.

Roxy just chuckled lightly, saying nothing as she took another sip of her own drink.
nextian: A curtain being drawn back, exposing the lyrics "In the kingdom of Spain there are such colors." (such colors)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] nextian 2012-06-11 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! :)
nextian: A curtain being drawn back, exposing the lyrics "In the kingdom of Spain there are such colors." (such colors)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] nextian 2012-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't know you played Merricat! Awesome. Anyway thanks--picaresque is pretty much the best.
nextian: A curtain being drawn back, exposing the lyrics "In the kingdom of Spain there are such colors." (such colors)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] nextian 2012-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! :)
nextian: A curtain being drawn back, exposing the lyrics "In the kingdom of Spain there are such colors." (such colors)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] nextian 2012-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, thanks! :)
nextian: A curtain being drawn back, exposing the lyrics "In the kingdom of Spain there are such colors." (such colors)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] nextian 2012-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee! Just what I want to hear. Thanks!
playerprophet: (Team Charge)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] playerprophet 2012-06-11 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no you're on my team I can't fill this.

..........right now.

for points.
togekissies: (Default)

FILL: TEAM JOHN<>VRISKA

[personal profile] togekissies 2012-06-11 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind and I haven't read it over sooo

--

The sky is turning a soft shade of orange while you watch. Glittering stars gradually blink and dim, hidden from sight until night comes again. The waves gently lap up against the side of the worn-down boat, creating a rhythm of one, two, three, splash.

You’d go inside if you could bring your feet to move. You curl your toes inward. The sea here is calm, much calmer than the seas you had travelled since you went on the run in this same boat. You see no dangerous aquatic beats hungering for your rich mutant blood, nor any psychotic seatrolls craving violence against landdwellers. Any other troll would regard this as a blessing, but you know better. Nothing ever goes well for you.

“Hey, best friend.”

The voice is thick and syrupy with sleep. A hand gently touches your shoulder.

You turn and try to glare at your partner, your moirail, your only company for the past few sweeps. Your heart isn’t into it and you end up giving him a pathetic look instead.

Gamzee laughs, his raspy, honking laugh as disgusting and as comforting as the first time you heard it. “Let’s get our motherfucking sleep on. Don’t want the sun to burn your eyes out like our teal sister.”

A pang in your chest aches when you think of your life on land. “Maybe I’m sick of looking at your ugly face,” you mummer into your curled up arms.

Gamzee smiles, his sweet, knowing smile, and he picks you up in his long arms and cradles you like a broken-winged tweetbeast. Perigees of this routine has made your protests dull and half-hearted, so you let him carry you to the recuperacoon that you two share.

You scramble out of his arms, still too stubborn to let him put you to bed, and stare inside. “Gamzee,” you say, closing your eyes and sighing, “Why is half the sopor slime gone?”

“Fairies.” He answers with all seriousness. You look at him. “Motherfucking fairies, not the sweet ones like Tavbro liked. Nasty motherfuckers. Got a taste for my pies, they keep demanding more. Keep trying to make me give ‘em more.” He holds out a hand to you. Warily, you take it, unsure of what he wants you to do. With his other hand he guides you to the tip of one of his fingers, where a perfect ring of small indigo cuts stands out against his grey skin.

You fold his fingers back, ignoring the queasiness in your stomach.
“Stop making shit up and trying to scare me.”

Gamzee looks at you, his head tilted. He smiles. “I promise I won’t bother my best bro about it anymore.”

You sigh, huff, good, he should know better than to make up dumb wriggler stories. You’ve been on the run since the Alternian fleet found out about your blood color, you can’t take any more undue stress.

You don’t sleep that day. You’re too busy imaging the sound of the Condesce’s voice. It sounds suspiciously like the sound of fluttering wings.

--

The sea gives you the creeps.

Vicious seatrolls and deep-dwelling Horrorterrors you can deal with. Hell, you’d give your left arm and eye for a seatroll to attack right now, just so you could have something to let your aggression out on. Instead the sea is calm and quiet. You and Gamzee haven’t even caught any fish recently and are living off the salted reserves you’re glad you insisted on keeping.

You keep thinking you see things out of the corner of your eyes. You keep thinking the stars have changed since you last stared at them, that the ocean is whispering to you. Things keep going missing in the ship and Gamzee refuses to tell you where they went. You’re sure you know what he would tell you.

You stare at the water. It mocks you, laughs at you, tried to lull you into feeling safe with its gentle rocking. You can’t take it anymore. You bend over the rail and start to gag. You have been too nervous to eat anything in two days so the only thing that comes up is bile that burns your throat. Gamzee comes up behind you and rubs your back, brushing your hair out of your face.

His voice is quiet and you almost miss what he says you to. “Don’t worry, best friend. I’ll take care of it.”

--

The next night you wake up alone.

You’re stiff when you try to move, and it takes several minutes for you to get out of the recuperacoon. You slide down the side and hit the ground with a thud. Your mind is so foggy it takes you several minutes to realize that you weren’t sleeping in slime. You swear there was some left when you crawled in that morning, too much for Gamzee to eat in a short period of time.

Your pulse races with fear. “Gamzee?” you croak, throat dry. You stumble over to the sink and drink some of the last fresh water left. “Gamzee?” you call again, this time louder.

No answer.

The boat is still and you don’t even hear the waves.

You stumble out of the livingblock, full-blown panic running through your veins. You call his name one, two, three more times, each louder and more desperate than the last.

The boat isn’t very big. It doesn’t take you long to search it. You end up in the captain’s room, curled in on yourself and unable to breathe.

Static erupts from all sides, and at first you think it’s your head finally snapping. The sound of a voice slowly rises above the static, and you find it within you to shout back. Who is this? How did you find us?

“—kat?”

You shout some more. Leave me alone, you cry. I’m alone, I’ve always been alone, I’ll die alone. You’re screaming, crying, you can’t even tell if you just hallucinated Gamzee’s presence ever being on this boat. You can’t tell if he had died all those sweeps ago, trying to protect you, trying to save you.

“Shh, shh,” the voice over the intercom says. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

You choke on your voice. “…Gamzee?”

“Shit, yeah, that’s me.”

You stand up, legs quaking, and only remain standing by grabbing onto the command panel for dear life. You try to laugh, but it’s strangled and dies in your throat. “Where are you?”

“Crossed over.”

“Crossed over where?”

He honks. “With the fairies.”

“Of all the stupid, bulge-munching things you have said since you crawled out of the caverns—” You rub your face, trying to keep your eyes dry. “Where the fuck are you? Don’t you spew some bullshit about fairies this time, I mean it.”

“Well, fuck, I’m not even sure if they are really fairies or what. Motherfuckers won’t let me get a good look at ‘em. They’re all sparkly.”

Pale red drips down your cheeks onto the control panel. You inhale, exhale, inhale, each breath more ragged than the last. “Gamzee—I mean it—where are you?”

“Look outside.” The static returns and his voice is fading. You look through the windows; part of the ocean is shimmering, almost as if it’s dancing.

“You’re in there?”

When Gamzee speaks again, his voice is gentle and soothing. You feel your breathing steady and your head clears. “If you go through there, then we’ll b—eee together.” Unfortunately, the intercom seems to be breaking down. If you look closely, the sparkling water seems to be dimming.

You rub at your eyes with your fist and childishly wipe your nose on your sleeve. You must spend so long staring that it worries Gamzee, because he sounds almost panicked. “If you don’t go—go—go now, then you might—” Static. “Never see me again.”

You breathe, letting air fill your lungs. You straighten your back and put on your bravest face. “Okay.”

“See you soon, best friend.”

The intercom dies. The shining portal begins to fade. With one last reserve of strength you launch yourself over the side of the boat and into it.

The ocean suddenly picks up. Sudden waves make the boat topple over. When it’s discovered perigees later, no one is quite sure if it was ever occupied at all.

You feel warm.
headlessbird: Maniacally grinning Vriska (Grinning Vriska)

Re: FILL: TEAM AUTO-RESPONDER <3 ROXY

[personal profile] headlessbird 2012-06-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, this is wonderful! Thanks for the lovely fill :')
ext_1204239: (scarf love)

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[identity profile] lustfullyc.livejournal.com 2012-06-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose<3Equius

Alien Invasion + Fantasy of manners
oreoassassin: (Default)

FILL: TEAM [FEFERI<3EQUIUS]

[personal profile] oreoassassin 2012-06-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)

playerprophet: (Aranea)

Mod Note

[personal profile] playerprophet 2012-06-11 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, it's fine!

plz write my otp
Edited 2012-06-11 18:28 (UTC)
indigold: (seersucker hso)

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[personal profile] indigold 2012-06-11 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I realized too late that what I was writing a children's rhyme instead of children's poetry so do forgive me ;_;

Little Miss Harley
Had nightmares hourly
Of monsters she couldn’t slay
Along came an heiress
So thoughtful and fearless
And kissed Harley's horrors away
heybuddyboy: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[personal profile] heybuddyboy 2012-06-11 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Jane c3< Roxy/Sollux, detective story + choose your own adventure
heybuddyboy: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[personal profile] heybuddyboy 2012-06-11 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Psiioniic c3< Condesce/Handmaid, romcom + cautionary tale
indigold: (seersucker hso)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3DAD

[personal profile] indigold 2012-06-11 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Romcom, right? Yeaah, this maybe a bit OOC because I cant see the knights in a romcom. Or a musical for that matter. Im so sorry orz


“Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.”

Dave Strider waited for the end of Karkat’s melodramatic music scene. This was getting highly embarrassing. Why was this happening again?

“Strider! Pay attention when I’m singing to you. Or what, does that song not work?”

He cleared his throat and prepared to sing again “A whole new woooooorld. A new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no or where to go or say were only in dreambubbles, wait no fuck, let me start again-”

“Karkat, Karkat stop! You’ve sung about 6 different opera and Disney songs now. Aren’t your vocal chords burning yet? What are you really trying to tell me here? Just say it.”

The crabby troll took a deep breath.

“Im only saying this once Strider. Please stay here, in Alternia with me. Don’t go back to that pathetic excuse of a planet of yours. We can be happy here. Together.”

Dave was speechless. Karkat, ever grumpy, world hating Karkat, broke out 4 bottles of booze to be fearless enough to do this. All for him.

“I-i… I’ll be theeeeerreeee. I’ll be theeeeeere. Just call my naaame and I’ll be theeere.”
heybuddyboy: (Default)

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[personal profile] heybuddyboy 2012-06-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
holy CRAP this. is so cute. really really like the descriptions of her as catlike a;ldskfj
playerprophet: (John)

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] playerprophet 2012-06-11 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Dave<>Jade<>John<>Rose

JRPG + Coming of Age

Think a particularly emotionally significant quest.
nextian: Rocky from Lackadaisy going OMG YAY! (omgyay)

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[personal profile] nextian 2012-06-11 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
djkjajkldlwlfa;

NOPE

THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT

CONGRATULATIONS
blackberries: (dapper cat)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] blackberries 2012-06-11 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That I do! *buffs nails* Castle is my favorite book.

Nice icon, too. ;)

PROMPT: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

[personal profile] jack_of_none 2012-06-11 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Dirk<3Jake

Wuxia + giant robots
playerprophet: (Aranea)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 NEPETA

[personal profile] playerprophet 2012-06-11 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god
ext_1204239: Eridan and Roxy holding hands while in wizard hats (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[identity profile] lustfullyc.livejournal.com 2012-06-11 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose<>Feferi

Mirrors for princes + Horror
wallwalker: A green fruit tree with sparkling fruits surrounded by orange flowers and snowy mountains. (peacetree)

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[personal profile] wallwalker 2012-06-11 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's late in the day when your matesprit slips back into your lab, and you know before even turning to look at him that he needs maintenance more than any of the cyborgs that you're currently working on. You can tell by the gait of his steps, the subtle clanking sound as he moves his arms to strip off his chameleon-cloak.

"On the table," you say, turning to look at him - and yes, he's been damaged, perhaps worse than you've ever seen him. What has he been doing to himself? "Now."

"Yes, Equius, I'm absolutely fucking dandy, what have you been up to tonight?" The sarcasm, however, lacks its usual bite, and he makes his way to the table even as he's responding back to you in his usual vulgar fashion. You start to stammer out something, but then he looks at you and half-grins. "Oh, don't you dare start apologizing to me right now, horsebrain, I get it. Okay? Just... give me a second."

"I could carry you, if you would like," you offer, mostly out of courtesy.

"You know what?" He relaxes, rubbing his leg. "That sounds like a fucking fantastic idea right about now."

Oh, dear. Karkat never accepts that sort of help. He must be seriously injured, for him to admit that he needs someone to carry him; his stubbornness is one of his most defining features.

You're gentle with him as you lift him, careful to keep your unnaturally strong hands away from what flesh he has left. Touching him is a delicate balancing act, avoiding the parts that you might bruise with a gentle pat and concentrating on the enhancements that you've made. Your own enhancements have made your life difficult - you really shouldn't have done your first muscleboost job on yourself, but you did, and you'll be paying for it for the rest of your life, or at least until you can find someone better than you are that you'd trust to try to reverse it.

"Rough job tonight," Karkat says, as you lay him down on the table. "Got caught at the end. Had to... you know what, I don't want to fucking talk about it. Check the camera feed if you really wanna know."

"Later," you say. If nothing else it'll give you some idea of what other modifications you need to make. When you first met Karkat he was badly injured, beaten to within an inch of his life, no doubt because of his bright red mutant blood. He would have died, if not for your help; you replaced damaged flesh with cybernetics, transfused him with artificial blood to replace the blood he'd lost, painstakingly rebuilt him until he could walk again.

You wonder why he stays with you, sometimes. You would have accepted it if he had decided to leave, to make his own way in the shadows of Alternia. Your own clientele tends to be from those shadows, and business has been rough lately, what with the increased measures that the government are taking against illegal modifications, so there's little enough that you feel you have to offer. But when you ask him why he just grabs you by your one good horn and plants a kiss on your mouth and grins at you. There doesn't tend to be much talking after that.

Your hands do not shake as you repair him again, turning off pain receptors so that you can removed damaged pieces of equipment and replace them, changing settings and rewiring circuitry with nano-fine wire. You don't have to render him unconscious, at least, and he watches what you do to him with a curious expression. (It differs little from his usual cranky face, but you've been with him long enough that you can tell the difference.)

"For what it's worth," he says when you're nearly done, "it was a really good night. I've got us enough creds to last a couple perigees, and no trackers."

You shake your head. "I must admit, I'm impressed. I hope that I remain so after I watch the footage."

"Oh, you will be. Someday people are going to be making damned action movies about me." He gives a lopsided grin.

"Yes, well," you say, "I would recommend that you spend less time working, then, and more time planning for your films. I would prefer that you do not strain yourself, because there are parts that I must procure before I can fully complete the repairs."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on tankrest. Fine." He shakes his head. "I'll do it, but you'd better fucking join me."

You smile slightly. You can feel the beads of sweat on your forehead already; you'll have to be careful, but that's always the case, anyway. "Of course."
Edited (Spelling errors? Oh noes!) 2012-06-11 20:34 (UTC)