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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Fandom: PotC, various canon and original characters
Rating: PG to PG-13
1. Show It To Me - T.I. (featuring Nelly)
The candle was flickering in the swirl of breeze from the opened window. It had been threatening to storm all day but only now, after sunset, were the first heavy drops of rain beginning to splatter down. Norrington turned away from his half-interested study of the dark outlines of the houses below and let his gaze pass to the tumbler of brandy in his hand. He had barely touched it.
"I fail to see what is so interesting about a rainstorm," Gillette complained, peeling out of his damp coat. "Such a deluge makes it impossible to keep one's footing - I slipped, would you believe it. Now there's a hole in my stocking!"
Norrington allowed himself to grin. "With a scrape underneath, no doubt."
"Of course there is." Gillette pointed at his ruined stocking, with an expression closely resembling a pout. Norrington shook his head and set his tumbler aside.
"Show it to me," he said with an indulgent smile. And the game went on...
2. So Many Things - Sarah Brightman
His lieutenant was late. That in itself was not necessarily unusual, but for the fact that Gillette had never been late for their twice-weekly ventures out to the King's Shilling. Those two nights had become their only escapes from the demands of duty and responsibility. Even the Marines had learned not to trouble them on those two nights.
Norrington stared down at the well-scarred table he was sitting at and tried to ignore the curious stare from the serving girl as she bustled past. It was unusual for the Commodore to sit by himself on this particular evening. He couldn't help being worried, either. No note, no mention of anything that might hold him up. Maybe it had been something as simple as Groves intercepting him for a chat about the most recent supper-dance Norrington had dragged them out to. Or maybe he had stopped to harass one of the Marine officers. There was probably a perfectly innocent explanation...
The tavern door opened and a line of Marines trooped in, all loud mirth and smiles. Norrington sagged back in his chair. Another disappointment. Perhaps he should retire to his townhouse.
"Such a long face, Commodore!" A familiar voice said.
Norrington couldn't hide an expression of relieved annoyance. "It's entirely impolite not to at least send a note, Lieutenant," he countered, as Gillette seated himself.
"Well," Gilltte held up a deck of cards. "I could not very well join you without the proper accouterments, could I? At least for the first part of the evening."
No, Norrington thought, he could not.
3. If Looks Could Kill - Heart
The red in his face matched the red in his coat. "Filthy little - !"
"Don't ye dare finish that sentence, damn yer hide, Cross Johnson!" The copper-haired woman pointed a bony finger at Johnson's nose, her expression even more fierce than his. "I done had 'nuff of yer sass!"
"My sass?" Johnson cried. "Why I ain't - "
She glared daggers at him. "Ye ain't nivver had a calm word to say, 'cept when it pleased ye! Now giddout, I ain't takin' no more'd yer trouble."
If looks could kill, both of them would likely have been dead a dozen times over. Johnson bit down forcibly on his tongue and turned sharply on his heel. He'd get out, all right, but like always, he would be back within a few days. Until the next exchange of hot words and furious glares.
4. Two Pina Coladas - Garth Brooks
The sun beat down on the beach, warming the sand until it burned like hot coals on his bare feet. He barely noticed. His attention was devoted to the two tall mugs in either hand. Freshly-poured ale, complete with a slice of lime each. His destination was a battered old cushion that he'd stolen from somebody's coach, which was shaded by a broken oar and a carefully-rigged awning made from an old sail.
With a contented grin, Jacob Chase settled himself down onto the cushion and set his mugs down in the sand. It was not much but it was his version of temporary paradise.
5. Silver Tongue - Sonata Arctica
Being clever had its advantages. Corporal McIntyre was glad for that, at least, as he stared at a spot on the wall over Captain Cartwright's head. On the face of it, he was in real hot trouble, but he ws confident that he could scrape out of it. Like always.
"It was hardly me own fault, sir," he said. "I wouldn't have gotten into it if that fella hadn't heaved the bottle at me. Dead sure he'd have made it outta there without a scratch if he'd done what Jonesy'd told him."
Cartwright eyed him impassively. "And Corporal Jones did nothing to provoke him?"
"No sir." McIntyre shook his head. "Reckon it was just a bad night all 'round for everybody, sir."
The captain sighed. There was nothing he could do without the civilian's corroboration, but the man was nowhere to be found. "Very well. Dismissed, Corporal."
"Aye sir." McIntyre saluted and quickly exited. Jonesy owed him a drink for this. And so did Albert Ware. He'd never let Ware talk him into anything like this again!
6. Scarborough Fair/Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel
"You mean you don't like market days?"
Gillette scowled. "No."
A teasing smile crossed Norrington's face. "I'm surprised at that. There's so much of interest here. Flowers, fabrics, fine ladies..."
"Oh don't you start too, James!" Gillette burst out, looking exasperated. "It's bad enough having to listen to Teddy go on about all of that."
"Come now, Wesley," Norrington chided playfully. "It is not so bad that you refused to come along."
There was no refuting that. Gillette settled for simply looking annoyed. Grinning, Norrington plucked a brightly-coloured flower off a vendor's cart and discreetly tucked it into the fold of the lieutenant's hat. Gillette would not notice until later. It would serve him right for thinking that any outing like this would pass quietly.
7. Kaksi Raijurityttöä (Two Wanton Girls) - Myllärit (Finnish)
"I think she's looking at you, Wesley," Groves said.
Gillette shook his head. "Definitely not. I distinctly saw her batting her eyes at you."
They both looked toward the pair of girls across the crowded parlour. It was impossible to tell which one of them the girls were looking at. Groves grinned. "I'll wager that the one on the left is more interested in you."
"Are you sure? She's... rather plump."
Groves' grin widened. "That's the ideal, you know. A little bit extra for warmth... oh come, Wesley, we have to at least introduce ourselves now, having stared at them!" And he dragged his friend forward, roundly ignoring his hissed protests.
8. Sometimes A Fantasy - Billy Joel
It was entirely Jonesy's fault for setting him up like this. McIntyre tugged at the hem of his waistcoat and tried to think about how a proper gentleman would talk and act. He had no idea what a proper gentleman did - he had seen Lieutenant Gillette in action, but did not think for a second that he was a good model.
McIntyre let out a heavy sigh and lifted his hand to knock at the weather-beaten door. If this didn't go well - which he was sure it wouldn't - he was going to have it out with Jonesy. The nerve of the other corporal, setting him with a cat-house madam! This was going to be a disaster. He knocked at the door and hoped it wouldn't be too painful.
9. No One Is Alone - Bernadette Peters
One of the Tars was singing on the foc's'le. It was a cheerful-sounding tune and seemed to please the men working nearby. Norrington was careful not to let his gaze rest on any one man, lest it seem as though he was actively watching them. Even though he was. Observing the crew at work helped keep his mind off less-pleasant matters. And people. But it was impossible to avoid thinking of Miss Swann for too long, even when he tried.
A midshipman on the leeward side of the deck shuffled his feet and yawned. What it would be like, to be a midshipman again. His only cares would be his studies, and perhaps where he might get a snack in between meals. Or how to get Gillette back for sneaking a rat into his sea-chest. No, he thought sadly. His years as a midshipman were too far gone. It was better not to wish them back as an escape from his present situation.
"Daydreaming again?" Gillette asked, pointedly ignoring the proper custom of waiting until he was summoned before crossing onto the windward side of the deck.
"Hardly," Norrington said. The lie was woefully obvious. Gillette shook his head.
"You'll put yourself out of your mind, James, if you keep thinking about her." He rested a hand on Norrington's sleeve. "Come on. I found a bottle in Teddy's cabin. We should see if his taste in brandy is as good as his taste in women."
Norrington couldn't suppress an amused grin. It was impossible to feel alone with friends like Gillette around.
10. 10th Man Down - Nightwish
"Watch where yer flingin' yer kit, ya bleedin' idiot!"
"It ain't my kit, ya daft git!"
"It came outta yer sea-chest!"
"Din't!"
"Did!"
Albert Ware rolled his eyes. "Can't ya two ever shurrup?"
"No!" Both Shepherds cried, turning toward the older Marine with identically-angry expressions. Each one pointed at the other. "It's 'is bleedin' fault!"
"Ain't!"
"Is!"
"Ain't - 'ey!"
"Oh fer - " Ware muttered, shaking his head wearily as the Shepherd twins leapt upon each other and fell right to tussling. It was always something with the two drummers.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Fandom: PotC, various canon and original characters
Rating: PG to PG-13
1. Show It To Me - T.I. (featuring Nelly)
The candle was flickering in the swirl of breeze from the opened window. It had been threatening to storm all day but only now, after sunset, were the first heavy drops of rain beginning to splatter down. Norrington turned away from his half-interested study of the dark outlines of the houses below and let his gaze pass to the tumbler of brandy in his hand. He had barely touched it.
"I fail to see what is so interesting about a rainstorm," Gillette complained, peeling out of his damp coat. "Such a deluge makes it impossible to keep one's footing - I slipped, would you believe it. Now there's a hole in my stocking!"
Norrington allowed himself to grin. "With a scrape underneath, no doubt."
"Of course there is." Gillette pointed at his ruined stocking, with an expression closely resembling a pout. Norrington shook his head and set his tumbler aside.
"Show it to me," he said with an indulgent smile. And the game went on...
2. So Many Things - Sarah Brightman
His lieutenant was late. That in itself was not necessarily unusual, but for the fact that Gillette had never been late for their twice-weekly ventures out to the King's Shilling. Those two nights had become their only escapes from the demands of duty and responsibility. Even the Marines had learned not to trouble them on those two nights.
Norrington stared down at the well-scarred table he was sitting at and tried to ignore the curious stare from the serving girl as she bustled past. It was unusual for the Commodore to sit by himself on this particular evening. He couldn't help being worried, either. No note, no mention of anything that might hold him up. Maybe it had been something as simple as Groves intercepting him for a chat about the most recent supper-dance Norrington had dragged them out to. Or maybe he had stopped to harass one of the Marine officers. There was probably a perfectly innocent explanation...
The tavern door opened and a line of Marines trooped in, all loud mirth and smiles. Norrington sagged back in his chair. Another disappointment. Perhaps he should retire to his townhouse.
"Such a long face, Commodore!" A familiar voice said.
Norrington couldn't hide an expression of relieved annoyance. "It's entirely impolite not to at least send a note, Lieutenant," he countered, as Gillette seated himself.
"Well," Gilltte held up a deck of cards. "I could not very well join you without the proper accouterments, could I? At least for the first part of the evening."
No, Norrington thought, he could not.
3. If Looks Could Kill - Heart
The red in his face matched the red in his coat. "Filthy little - !"
"Don't ye dare finish that sentence, damn yer hide, Cross Johnson!" The copper-haired woman pointed a bony finger at Johnson's nose, her expression even more fierce than his. "I done had 'nuff of yer sass!"
"My sass?" Johnson cried. "Why I ain't - "
She glared daggers at him. "Ye ain't nivver had a calm word to say, 'cept when it pleased ye! Now giddout, I ain't takin' no more'd yer trouble."
If looks could kill, both of them would likely have been dead a dozen times over. Johnson bit down forcibly on his tongue and turned sharply on his heel. He'd get out, all right, but like always, he would be back within a few days. Until the next exchange of hot words and furious glares.
4. Two Pina Coladas - Garth Brooks
The sun beat down on the beach, warming the sand until it burned like hot coals on his bare feet. He barely noticed. His attention was devoted to the two tall mugs in either hand. Freshly-poured ale, complete with a slice of lime each. His destination was a battered old cushion that he'd stolen from somebody's coach, which was shaded by a broken oar and a carefully-rigged awning made from an old sail.
With a contented grin, Jacob Chase settled himself down onto the cushion and set his mugs down in the sand. It was not much but it was his version of temporary paradise.
5. Silver Tongue - Sonata Arctica
Being clever had its advantages. Corporal McIntyre was glad for that, at least, as he stared at a spot on the wall over Captain Cartwright's head. On the face of it, he was in real hot trouble, but he ws confident that he could scrape out of it. Like always.
"It was hardly me own fault, sir," he said. "I wouldn't have gotten into it if that fella hadn't heaved the bottle at me. Dead sure he'd have made it outta there without a scratch if he'd done what Jonesy'd told him."
Cartwright eyed him impassively. "And Corporal Jones did nothing to provoke him?"
"No sir." McIntyre shook his head. "Reckon it was just a bad night all 'round for everybody, sir."
The captain sighed. There was nothing he could do without the civilian's corroboration, but the man was nowhere to be found. "Very well. Dismissed, Corporal."
"Aye sir." McIntyre saluted and quickly exited. Jonesy owed him a drink for this. And so did Albert Ware. He'd never let Ware talk him into anything like this again!
6. Scarborough Fair/Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel
"You mean you don't like market days?"
Gillette scowled. "No."
A teasing smile crossed Norrington's face. "I'm surprised at that. There's so much of interest here. Flowers, fabrics, fine ladies..."
"Oh don't you start too, James!" Gillette burst out, looking exasperated. "It's bad enough having to listen to Teddy go on about all of that."
"Come now, Wesley," Norrington chided playfully. "It is not so bad that you refused to come along."
There was no refuting that. Gillette settled for simply looking annoyed. Grinning, Norrington plucked a brightly-coloured flower off a vendor's cart and discreetly tucked it into the fold of the lieutenant's hat. Gillette would not notice until later. It would serve him right for thinking that any outing like this would pass quietly.
7. Kaksi Raijurityttöä (Two Wanton Girls) - Myllärit (Finnish)
"I think she's looking at you, Wesley," Groves said.
Gillette shook his head. "Definitely not. I distinctly saw her batting her eyes at you."
They both looked toward the pair of girls across the crowded parlour. It was impossible to tell which one of them the girls were looking at. Groves grinned. "I'll wager that the one on the left is more interested in you."
"Are you sure? She's... rather plump."
Groves' grin widened. "That's the ideal, you know. A little bit extra for warmth... oh come, Wesley, we have to at least introduce ourselves now, having stared at them!" And he dragged his friend forward, roundly ignoring his hissed protests.
8. Sometimes A Fantasy - Billy Joel
It was entirely Jonesy's fault for setting him up like this. McIntyre tugged at the hem of his waistcoat and tried to think about how a proper gentleman would talk and act. He had no idea what a proper gentleman did - he had seen Lieutenant Gillette in action, but did not think for a second that he was a good model.
McIntyre let out a heavy sigh and lifted his hand to knock at the weather-beaten door. If this didn't go well - which he was sure it wouldn't - he was going to have it out with Jonesy. The nerve of the other corporal, setting him with a cat-house madam! This was going to be a disaster. He knocked at the door and hoped it wouldn't be too painful.
9. No One Is Alone - Bernadette Peters
One of the Tars was singing on the foc's'le. It was a cheerful-sounding tune and seemed to please the men working nearby. Norrington was careful not to let his gaze rest on any one man, lest it seem as though he was actively watching them. Even though he was. Observing the crew at work helped keep his mind off less-pleasant matters. And people. But it was impossible to avoid thinking of Miss Swann for too long, even when he tried.
A midshipman on the leeward side of the deck shuffled his feet and yawned. What it would be like, to be a midshipman again. His only cares would be his studies, and perhaps where he might get a snack in between meals. Or how to get Gillette back for sneaking a rat into his sea-chest. No, he thought sadly. His years as a midshipman were too far gone. It was better not to wish them back as an escape from his present situation.
"Daydreaming again?" Gillette asked, pointedly ignoring the proper custom of waiting until he was summoned before crossing onto the windward side of the deck.
"Hardly," Norrington said. The lie was woefully obvious. Gillette shook his head.
"You'll put yourself out of your mind, James, if you keep thinking about her." He rested a hand on Norrington's sleeve. "Come on. I found a bottle in Teddy's cabin. We should see if his taste in brandy is as good as his taste in women."
Norrington couldn't suppress an amused grin. It was impossible to feel alone with friends like Gillette around.
10. 10th Man Down - Nightwish
"Watch where yer flingin' yer kit, ya bleedin' idiot!"
"It ain't my kit, ya daft git!"
"It came outta yer sea-chest!"
"Din't!"
"Did!"
Albert Ware rolled his eyes. "Can't ya two ever shurrup?"
"No!" Both Shepherds cried, turning toward the older Marine with identically-angry expressions. Each one pointed at the other. "It's 'is bleedin' fault!"
"Ain't!"
"Is!"
"Ain't - 'ey!"
"Oh fer - " Ware muttered, shaking his head wearily as the Shepherd twins leapt upon each other and fell right to tussling. It was always something with the two drummers.