completelysane:

reeberry:

Stolen from mumblybee and completelysane like a pro, without permission and everything!

1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a drabble based on the prompts given. (I changed the directions slightly because a 15 word limit? That’s really cute of you.)

1. Tucker
2. Carolina
3. York
4. Wash
5. CT
6. Wyoming
7. Maine
8. Tex
9. Grif
10. Simmons

First Time, 4 and 6: Wash and Wyoming

Wyoming hadn’t said much after implantation. Not yet. He was still waiting for his AI to settle in and really show itself. He was still in the middle of “implantation sickness”.

Wash was watching him. He was next, a few days from now. He’d seen Carolina and York and North go through it already, but he couldn’t spot a pattern. They all took different amounts of time, they all dealt with it differently, they all came back to themselves a different way. It scared him that he didn’t know what to expect, so he sat, watching, hoping for familiarity.

Wyoming looked up at him, eyes focusing clearly for the first time in four days. “Hey, Wash,” he said roughly, the slight strain of not using his voice evident.

“Yeah?” Wash answered, studying him, committing this moment to memory.

“Knock knock?”

Angst, 7: Maine

He wasn’t sure why the director had decided creativity was the best trait to give him. Every mission he had carried out, he had done so successfully, and doesn’t that, by itself, require creativity? He wasn’t sure why, but questioning the Director was never an option in Maine’s mind.

Not until Sigma woke up, anyway.

It was easy at first. Trade out one commanding tone for another. The director must have noticed it, too, how Maine would wait to confirm with Sigma before taking action. The director began to realize how much control he was losing over his own agent, and, like any scientist, he wasn’t scared but intrigued. Maine had two masters now, and was struggling with who to obey over the other. He sat back as the freelancer lost control of even his own mind, changing his very existence to one of obedience because, with Sigma sharing every thought, it was the only option.

Slowly, Maine forgot his old master, and never bothered to learn how to be doubtful of his new one.

AU, 1 and 8: Tucker and Tex

“What state name do you have?” Tex said, her eyebrow arching at this new recruit in front of her.

“State? I’m the United State of Tucker, baby. All lovin’, all night long!”

“So you’re not an agent, then?” she said in a giant mental sigh of relief. It still didn’t explain why he was in the common room, bothering her, while everyone else had inexplicably vanished. She looked at the man in front of her and scowled at the realization that North and York had practically run out of the room the moment she had heard Tucker’s voice down the hall.

“I’m an Agent of Loooove,” he said with what he obviously thought was a charming smile. Tex frowned at the failed attempt.

“This room is reserved for the freelancers, if you’re not-“

“Relax, babe. Agent New Jersey, at your service. You must be Texas. New girl, right? I can show you the ropes. Well. Some ropes, anyway. Bow chicka bow wow.”

Tex stared at him as he leaned on the table to inch closer to her. The very deliberate, very sudden vanishing act that everyone else had taken part in suddenly made a lot more sense.

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Aaaah using “first time” to refer to the AI is great, and Gamma is so creepy here. I love the line “they all came back to themselves in a different way”.

United State of Tucker. Yes.

Aaaaah CT and Simmons and how Simmons is tied to his team even if not to the idea of command itself, and how CT never got that but finds some kind of bitter comfort in it….Reeeeeee you make my heart break in ways I never knew it could. (Um, this has been Nem’s soppy description of fandom. But still. I mean it. You just dig into little parts of the canon that could have happened but didn’t and make them amazing, and basically you get at the core of what fanfic is supposed to be. I think I’ve expressed that to you or about your fics before, and basically what I mean is that you are the ideal sort of writer.)

Awww Grif and Sister. And that last one. Very nice.

I have no coherent expressions for how happy your kind words made me <3

That is always my goal when I write fanfiction - find something plausible, easily insertable in the canon, something that makes me like the characters or justify their actions or makes them more human to me. (Basically the entire reason I write so much sad Doc fic, haha.) It makes me so incredibly happy when I hear that people I admire think I have succeeded in my goal!

completelysane:

“Symptoms most commonly produced by Enrichment Center testing are superstition, perceiving inanimate objects as alive, and hallucinations.”

    Wash sat on the white ground and worked with his nails at the dirt between his ankle prosthetic and his skin. It was important to pay attention to the little things in here. Keep clean, follow the instructions on the walls (don’t die, don’t drink the water). The Director is watching, or more rightly, the Alpha is watching.

    Some say she was his lost love, some say that she was his mother, some say she met him in a sandbox. There were a lot of discussions about that, back on the Mother of Invention. But none of the Freelancers knew it was all going to go wrong, or that they would be separated and put through these test chambers that so literally reconstructed the dead ends, tunnels, and leaps of logic of a damaged mind. (CT had known the experiment would take a deadly turn, but no one had listened.)
   
    And now the Alpha is talking and laughing. Maybe she was human once but now she was a program that warned against other programs, eternally self-referencing even while denying that she could ever tell the truth about herself.
   
    “If the Companion Cube does speak, please disregard its advice.”
   
    Wash looked aside at the cube sitting serenely next to him, its rounded gray sides splattered with the paint that had been applied to make the messy blue E.

    At the end, there would be cake. Sweet, tasty, artificial intelligence-free cake.  And Wash would be safe.

This is everything I need in life that I didn’t know I was missing.

I just

I just love this

I love this so much

Int Lindy Hop Track (possibly, hopefully Int Plus!)

Movement Side Track

All the electives I’ll be taking

None of the sleep

Novice J&J

All the swingouts

Private lesson from Jo Hoffberg (Confirmed!)

Private lesson from Kelly Arsenault (In the works)

Awesomeness? There’s no way it could not be awesomeness.