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[staturity]

PROMPT ME

Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!

Comments

[theboywhowaits]

I'm going to be lazy, prompt me for Iniss, Tom or Rory here.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Iniss has a terrible nightmare -- he's the nicest person on the ship and everyone loves him, ESPECIALLY the humans. NO MATTER WHAT HE DOES.

[smugearworm.livejournal.com]

It had been an odd dream. Pleasant. But odd. He hadn't thought he was capable of that level of...humanity.

Being liked and admired was good for a human, but it had been strange to see even his enemies responding favorably to him. He had thought what he wanted most was to be feared, admired, yes, but feared and respected. Not...liked. Who wanted to be liked, anyway? What good was it? Kissing babies and adopting orphans and doing the Right Thing.

But it had been nice, even for a moment. To not deal with everyone hating him for existing. Even if no one would ever get him to admit it.

He really needed to get away from these humans, they were making him soft and fluffy, it was downright disgusting. Even his dreams were being invaded by the whims of their sentimentality.

Did this mean he was going insane? Or just going human?

He scowled faintly, rolling out of bed and raking a hand through his hair. No, he didn't need to be liked. Didn't want it even. Being liked and loved was for humans.

He was a Yeerk, and that was that.

Even if it had been a pleasant dream.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Aw, that... that was kind of nice D:

DON'T MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR HIM

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

When Iniss tries to get Marco to invite Peter to the Sharing in #10

Also

Tom and Sam play a board game

[theboywhowaits]

Risk was a lot let amusing than he remembered it being as a kid. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been involved in a real life version of it, perhaps he was just a little older and more jaded. But it wasn’t as fun.

It was still nice, down time with nothing happening, no great battles or any need to be anywhere. Dean and Sam sprawled on the floor and arguing about the rules. He wasn’t sure what had started the argument, but it had quickly dissolved into bickering.

He was just studying the map, tracing the cost-lines with his mind and mentally superimposing the battle plans he’d seen at the pool on the flimsy game board.

Calculations had long ago become his friend. The world had six billion people in it, a lot of people. Twenty people a day would never get them anywhere, it’d take centuries before they managed take earth. A few hundred people even, so long as the invasion moved slowly, Earth had time far past his life time.

But open invasion would have meant months, rather than years, the world toppling like a crazy game of dominos kicked over by a tantruming toddler. A terrifying eventually, something that they all knew would happen.

“Tom, it’s your turn.”

He grabbed the dice without thinking letting them hit the game board with a thud that almost made him flinch. A game of chance for the fate of the world, now wasn’t that an even more terrifying concept?

[makeherblue]

Rory has to drive a get-away vehicle. :|a

Iniss and the TARDIS? (bonus points if you can cross in Rory somehow).

[theboywhowaits]

Somehow he wasn’t really surprised this was happening. A bit miffed, yes, but not surprised. The Doctor always managed to find something, and he shouldn’t be surprised that this something required breaking into a bank in the middle of the night and stealing some sort of alien doomsday device (Or toaster, he wasn’t sure. The Doctor seemed certain it was harmful and alien, but had been rather vague on the details) while he sat out in the front trying to look bored in a stolen car and not like he was waiting for someone to rob a bank.

Really, the Doctor made his life so incredibly and destructively interesting.

Not to mention he was on the wrong bloody side of both the road and the car, and the suit the Doctor had thrown in his direction was a size too big in the coat and a size too short in the trousers. And itched. Badly.
The car was classic enough that his dad had probably burst into unashamed and inexplicable tears the moment the Doctor had Soniced it into cooperating with him. He was driving a Model T, of all things, really if it wasn’t spaceships it was prehistory, wasn’t it?

He should have been more worried that the Doctor, of all people, had decided they needed a getaway car.

But then, of course, Amy and the Doctor were hurtling towards him at a run, followed by men with guns who seemed rather intent on using them, with the alien doomsday device (or toaster) held in Amy’s arms, and they were very shortly racing for their lives in the general direction of where they had last parked the TARDIS (and they of course didn’t make it before they had to ditch the car, it was rather difficult to drive something that was trying its best to burst into flames.)

He learned that he was glad the trousers were a little short, as they’d somehow ended up in a sewer and the ‘20s in the Americas were apparently not the heyday of public sanitation, he’d lost the coat, discovered there really were alligators in the sewers (he could have lived without that), and managed to help keep the alien doomsday device (or toaster) from phoning home to the mother ship.

“You know, after careful consideration, I believe there are some decades we should just…you know, avoid. Eastern Europe during the black plague, the 1920s in New York, places we’ll probably live longer if we don’t make repeated attempts of visiting them.”

“You’re just grumpy because the alligator ate your coat.” Amy was looking forlornly at her shoes, wiggling muddy (he hoped it was muddy) toes while the Doctor muttered at the toaster.

“I’m glad it just ate the coat.” And not her.

“Eh, yeah. Worse things it could have eaten, I guess. Is it dangerous? That…box-y thing you’re poking at?”

“Only if we let it be.”

That was the least reassuring thing he’d ever heard about an alien toaster.

“Next time, how about you drive the getaway car and Amy and I try to resolve things without men with guns shooting at us?”

The Doctor peered at him, almost smiling, before going back to the toaster. “Rory, Rory, no sense of adventure. Where’s the fun in everything going off without a hitch?”