I'm pretty sure it was WIP amnesty day a short while ago. I missed it, which exemplifies how rubbish I usually am with my WIPs. However, I quite like the idea of having your characters speak for themselves, so to speak.
Untitled HP fic:
REMUS: It is dark.
FENRIR: Raaargh.
REMUS: And also cold.
VOLDEMORT: RAAARGH.
REMUS: And why is there no fucking toilet paper?
Untitled Remus/Tonks epic:
SIRIUS: I was INNOCENT ALL ALONG, bitchez.
REMUS: Fuck you, it's still all your fault.
TONKS: Shut up and shag already.
*shag shag*
SIRIUS: I am dead. I have been killed by drapery. Woe.
REMUS: Woe. For there will be no more shagging.
TONKS: Woe. For there will be no more listening at doors to pretty-boy shagging.
REMUS: Um... we could?
TONKS: That'd be fab, yeah.
*shag shag shag*
RAVEN: You know, all things considered, I self-identify as a gen writer.
Short, almost-forgotten Life On Mars short fic:
SAM: I am dead. Or I am in a coma. Or maybe I am in Purgatory?
RAVEN: Could be worse. You could have been in a plane crash and be stuck on the Island of Unlimited Hairspray.
SAM: Please go away, you stupid plonk. This is a dreadful fic.
RAVEN: *huffs*
TEST CARD GIRL: ...boo.
SAM: I want my mum.
RAVEN: Me, too.
girl!Doctor fic:
ROSE: The Doctor has gone out. She is probably saving the world. She will be back shortly if you would like to leave a message.
TONKS: Music! Drugs! Pink hair!
GIRL!DOCTOR: Music! Drugs! Curiously pleasurable human customs!
TOILET CUBICLE WALL: Oooh, girlsex.
Doctor Who fic:
THE DOCTOR: I am here in Cambridge withRomana Rose. It is pretty. Rose is pretty too. There is no ulterior motive to this story at all.
ROSE: Shut up and shag me already.
THE DOCTOR: Come to think of it, I'm quite pretty too. How's that, I wonder?
RAVEN: I think it's the hair. Or the pinstripes.
JOHN MAYNARD KEYNES: I am making a cameo. Why the fuck am I making a cameo?
ARISTOPHANES: Right there with you, bro.
In other news, we have no water. Joy. But, but, there is new Doctor Who tonight and that makes everything better.
Untitled HP fic:
REMUS: It is dark.
FENRIR: Raaargh.
REMUS: And also cold.
VOLDEMORT: RAAARGH.
REMUS: And why is there no fucking toilet paper?
Untitled Remus/Tonks epic:
SIRIUS: I was INNOCENT ALL ALONG, bitchez.
REMUS: Fuck you, it's still all your fault.
TONKS: Shut up and shag already.
*shag shag*
SIRIUS: I am dead. I have been killed by drapery. Woe.
REMUS: Woe. For there will be no more shagging.
TONKS: Woe. For there will be no more listening at doors to pretty-boy shagging.
REMUS: Um... we could?
TONKS: That'd be fab, yeah.
*shag shag shag*
RAVEN: You know, all things considered, I self-identify as a gen writer.
Short, almost-forgotten Life On Mars short fic:
SAM: I am dead. Or I am in a coma. Or maybe I am in Purgatory?
RAVEN: Could be worse. You could have been in a plane crash and be stuck on the Island of Unlimited Hairspray.
SAM: Please go away, you stupid plonk. This is a dreadful fic.
RAVEN: *huffs*
TEST CARD GIRL: ...boo.
SAM: I want my mum.
RAVEN: Me, too.
girl!Doctor fic:
ROSE: The Doctor has gone out. She is probably saving the world. She will be back shortly if you would like to leave a message.
TONKS: Music! Drugs! Pink hair!
GIRL!DOCTOR: Music! Drugs! Curiously pleasurable human customs!
TOILET CUBICLE WALL: Oooh, girlsex.
Doctor Who fic:
THE DOCTOR: I am here in Cambridge with
ROSE: Shut up and shag me already.
THE DOCTOR: Come to think of it, I'm quite pretty too. How's that, I wonder?
RAVEN: I think it's the hair. Or the pinstripes.
JOHN MAYNARD KEYNES: I am making a cameo. Why the fuck am I making a cameo?
ARISTOPHANES: Right there with you, bro.
In other news, we have no water. Joy. But, but, there is new Doctor Who tonight and that makes everything better.
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on 2006-04-15 11:28 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-15 08:49 pm (UTC)And because you might know: where can I watch Doctor Who in peace during term-time? *looks shamefaced*
*excited flailing*
on 2006-04-15 11:53 am (UTC)xx
Re: *excited flailing*
on 2006-04-15 08:49 pm (UTC)Re: *excited flailing*
on 2006-04-15 09:13 pm (UTC)xx
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on 2006-04-15 12:21 pm (UTC)Particularly the one with Aristophanes. He is just that cool. :D
New Doctor Who! Not for us, but still.
I may have to steal this as a meme, for it will be fun to summarise the ideas I don't actually have.
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on 2006-04-15 08:51 pm (UTC)I hope some of this stuff actually gets written. Like I said above, I am rubbish with WIPs. *g*
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on 2006-04-16 03:17 am (UTC)The fic should get written, if you are not like me. With me, the outlining of a story brings death to it. :(
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on 2006-04-15 12:37 pm (UTC)*gives Remus toilet paper*
*reminds Tonks to use a contraceptive spell* (I'd remind Sirius that he doesn't know where Remus has been, but I think he'd ignore me.)
*hits Sam on the head in case it helps* (I still haven't found time to watch more episodes of that, you know.)
*writes femmeslash on cubicle wall*
*struggles with Aristophanes saying 'bro', because it makes the Euripdes in my head use the word 'blad'*
*hugs Raven* While I'm here, can I call you-- tonight (if we have space mid-DW squee) or tomorrow night?
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on 2006-04-15 08:54 pm (UTC)Awww. I don't think Sirius does care, or Tonks very much, and omg you must watch LoM when you can, and you have a Euripedes in your hand?
Okay, done now. *sunny smile*
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on 2006-04-16 07:27 am (UTC)Tonks should care, or else I will be foreced to write omg STD fic, as an antidote to the world of babyfic.
I do not have a Euripedes in my hand, but I do seem to have aquired a certain number of GreeK playwrights in my head, where mostly they sit around saying, "the best stories are the ones where they're all dead at the end", but sometimes-- much more disturbingly-- start using words like 'yo' and making the Euripedes Trousers joke.
*returns sunny smile*
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on 2006-04-15 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-15 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-15 03:41 pm (UTC)Keynes appearing in fanfic may be one of the more incongruously fabulous things ever to grace the internet.
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on 2006-04-15 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-15 04:52 pm (UTC)ARISTOPHANES: Right there with you, bro.
*dies*
I saw a book of letters--I think they were Woolf's, though I can't really remember--about the Bloomsbury Group in our bookstore a few weeks back. I paged through it and was tempted to send it to you, only I wasn't sure if it would be exactly the sort of thing you'd want.
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on 2006-04-15 08:56 pm (UTC)I'd be very interested! What was the title of it? I haven't been able to find anything remotely readable-looking about the Bloomsbury Group, and I've been hunting for a while now. Thanks for thinking of me!
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on 2006-04-15 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-15 05:34 pm (UTC)...she scares me. ;)
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on 2006-04-15 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-15 05:54 pm (UTC)ARISTOPHANES: Right there with you, bro.
Heeeee. I want to read this fic! :-)
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on 2006-04-15 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-16 01:26 am (UTC)ARISTOPHANES: Right there with you, bro.
*laughs and laughs and laughs*
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on 2006-04-17 10:57 pm (UTC)