Song drabble meme!

[governorkang]

the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

HERE'S THE CATCH:
You only have the length of the song to write a drabble!
(Or, you could, you know.  Just put the song on repeat until you hit a stopping point.  Who's gonna know?)

Here's a handy HTML box, if you so desire!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

Lovingly stolen from axiomnexus~

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This is far, far longer than what I'd intended.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek (far, far better known as the Dear Sister song.)

Tex wasn’t sure she wanted to know what the hell one of the ship’s many, many dumb kids was holding. It was-what his name, Bob? Ray? Ron, that was it. (She took it as a small blessing from the universe that most idiots had short names. It made yelling it at them in a ‘I’m going to beat you to death with your own kidneys’ tone a lot easier and saved her some breath.) But he was holding something when she blipped into the media library’s room. Maybe that was why the song it was playing was stuck on repeat.

“What did you do?” She knew she probably shouldn’t ask, but…curiosity.

“Nothing! I just found this thing in with everybody’s stuff, and wanted to check it out!”

The freaky pink rat-thing shoulder nodded cheerfully. “Yah!”

“Do you know what it is?” Tex sure as hell didn’t. It looked kind of like a can, but there weren’t any markings aside from a couple lights flashing up and down along the sides.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Ron said, sounding far too cheerful for Tex’s liking. He uncorked the end-it came off with a pop-and broke into a grin as a little green ball came whizzing out and hit the ceiling, smacked into the floor, then continued to careen along. “All right! A super ball!”

Tex was pretty sure super balls weren’t supposed to glow like that, but whatever. “Why would anybody put one in a-shouldn’t you catch that thing?”

“Nah,” Ron said, still watching the ball with a cheerful expression. “It’s fun watching them bounce. I wonder how high it can get.”

“I’m a little more worried about how fast it’s going.” Sure enough, the ball seemed to be picking up speed as it rocketed around the room, bouncing in a faster and crazier pattern with each hit. And then it hit the terminal and all hell broke loose as the song began to skip.

Mmm, whatcha say, mm that you only meant well-

The ball bounced back and whacked the rat-thing between the eyes with a loud thwack, making it drop like a small, naked ton of bricks.

“Rufus!” Ron sprang into action, catching the rat-thing before it could hit the floor. The ball continued on its merry way, passing through her hologram, rebounding off the wall, and heading right towards Leon’s forehead as he stuck his head in.

“What’s all the n-“

Mmm, whatcha say, mm that you only meant well-

THWACK. Leon went down as both Tex and Ron stared at him. The ball continued on its way, bouncing into the library proper. Ron covered his head with his hands; Tex found herself wondering how much good it would do.

The ‘not covering your head’ approach sure as hell didn’t turn out well when Kang stuck his head in from the hall. Before he could even ask why Leon was passed out on the floor, the ball struck his horns, bounced madly between them for a moment, then slammed into his forehead.

Mmm, whatcha say, mm that you only meant well-

The ball hit the ceiling, and neither Ron nor Tex said anything as they watched it bounce along on its path of destruction down the hall and the song’s skipping sped up.

Mmm, whatcha say-

A yelp; that was Grif.

Mmm, whatcha say-

Tex was pretty sure that yell was Wyn’s.

Mmm, whatcha say-

That was definitely Samus.

Mmm, whatcha say-

That was probably Billy.

Mmm, whatcha say, mmm whatcha say, mmm whatcha say whatcha say whatcha saaaaaay-

As the music continued its mad skipping and the sounds of disaster grew fainter as the ball made its way through the ship, Tex turned to look at Ron, who looked kind of like a deer in headlights.

“So. Think they’ll go for some time in the brig, or are they just going to skip to the airlock stage when they wake up?”