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THIS IS HOW WE DO IT.

1) Post with your character.
2) Others will reply with short PROMPTS, like a word, phrase, song title, lyrics, other characters in the drabble, etc.
3) Write a short drabble of your character inspired by the prompts you get.
4) LEAVE PROMPTS FOR EVERYONE ELSE. Enjoy the drabbles.
5) ??????
6) Learn more about your character than you ever wanted. 8D

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Sweat and cows.

Your mom isn't a grapefruit.

"I am not a little kid anymore!"

Fishing for hungry hippos

<3 <3 <3 [big round of applause]

Everything you believed is a lie!

A rock in a can, in a box

"This's awesome," Trudy said, indicating the mug of cactus juice. "Where'd you get it, 'sthere enough to last 'n 'sthe guy who made it rich yet?"

"You've asked that same question four times in the past half hour," Kang said, and Trudy could tell by his tone of voice that he was more than a little amused. She scowled.

"Hey hey hey. 'Ryou laughin' at me, Legartijo?"

"What in the world is a-"

"Means lizard, lizard," Trudy said, and got up off her barstool, wobbling out of range before Kang could punch her in retaliation. She swerved out of the way and the room spun a bit. "Whooooo, time f'r some fresh air," she said, staggering toward the front door. She hummmed one of the particularly dirty drinking songs Kang had taught her over the course of the night as she hit the front door of the tavern, wandering outside where she could crane her neck back and look up. "Donde estan, estrellas bonitas?" she said quietly, and then turned around-

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Kang!" Kang came running, and she pointed wildly at the roof of the tavern. "Is that dragon real?"

He stood silently with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised at her. "Alright," he said. "Time for you to put down the cactus juice and go to bed."

The camel who never was.

Polka-dots on an asteroid made of bananas.

Kicking a can to replace your sister.

A warm hammock, the beating heart of an engine, and a nice hot cup of tea. Clumsily, Kaylee wiped her eyes once more with a dirty sleeve, and shrunk even further down into her hammock, sipping her tea and feeling utterly miserable. Leave it to Simon to open his mouth and talk. There were some things a wrench couldn't fix, and Simon's mouth and her heart were two of them.

She closed her eyes for a while, drifting between the hum and the heat of the engine, the soothing smell and bitter taste of the tea. Breathe deep, let it go. On the bright side, she'd never have to worry about following behind Mr. Fancy-Pants Doctor her whole life, right? On the bright side, she could do what she wanted, and stay with her engines. On the bright side...she would be fine, eventually. She would be. It would just take a bit of time, some good tea, and, judging by the familiar knock of Mal on the engine room door, some reliable and familiar company.

~ ~ ~

"Don't matter if you got the brains for it," Kaylee was lecturing from behind the motorcycle. "You can have all the booksmarts in the 'verse, but if you don't got the hands-on, the feel of the thing? Might as well just be recitin' poetry."

Spock, peaceful as ever (even after listening to her rantings for the past half hour) simply tilted his head to get a better look at the other side of the motorcycle. "Yes, but that does not explain why you have neglected to create a checklist for yourself, Miss Frye. Logic states that having such a list would prevent mistakes in maintenance."

There was a sigh from the mechanic, and she shifted to peek up over the motorcycle at the Vulcan. "You're not gettin' me. If you know your machines well enough, really know 'em, you don't gotta worry so much about checklists 'n manuals. She'll tell you what's wrong, if there's somethin'. Otherwise, it's just your job to make sure she's runnin' smooth. I seen plenty of people who got their fancy lists, and they still manage to miss somethin' cuz they don't know their project in the least. Those lists don't always got everythin' to 'em, and they don't always explain every little trouble. You just have to be one with the machine, love her and she'll love you back."

I'm a flamingo not a doctor!

Logic is as logical as a jelly without a donut.

Too many cats, not enough walruses.

TROJAN MAN!!!!!

A d20-sized pebble and the stuff in which dreams are made of.

No Mr. Bond, I expect you to have cake and eat it too. :|

There's not enough meat for the man of steel!

Save the last dance for me (sung by the Drifters)

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tribble?

Ok, so it was kind of a petty thing to do, a hostile takeover of a company that wasn't even a rival of his own, just so he could shut it down and destroy all the hard work of the person who originally worked so hard to build it. But the guy should've known better than to flirt with Lex's wife the way he did.

Or maybe it wasn't the fact that he flirted with his wife, but that she responded, and what was there between the two went deeper than some tryst.

But why did Lex care? He only married her because Americans don't vote for single politicians. So why did it bother him that his sham of a marriage was threatening to come to an end?

Building a castle out of peaches and puppies.

The swearing over the comms was in Spanish, so it could only be one person. "Rouge Fourteen, are you okay over there?"

"I'm fine," Trudy snarled, wrestling with the controls of her X-wing to try and level out its flight. Not that it mattered much in space, but still, this was the first run she was doing with the full squadron and she didn't want to look like the idiot who couldn't fly properly.

"Just because she can't fly properly-"

"Asuka, if you don't shut your mouth ahora mismo I swear to Santa Maria I will come over there and shut it for you," Trudy snapped. "I am fine, just give me a minute to adjust."

"Listen, if you want to stop for today - you haven't been in the sims as long as everyone else-"

"Just fly."

They got halfway through the mission and Trudy's X-wing overshot the others and exploded in a ball of fire. The simulation shorted out around her and she let loose a filthy string of curses in Spanish.

"What in the world is your problem, I thought you were a pilot!"

"My boobs are too fucking big for this cockpit!" she shouted and then stormed out of the Sensoriums with a scowl.

Game over screen and a bucket of air.

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