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Cabin Pressure Fic Prompt Post Three

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.


As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet

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Okay, here me out...

[personal profile] polite_warning 2012-03-13 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
There was an episode of futurama called Spanish Fry, in which Fry was captured on account of his junk being an aphrodisiac for aliens.


Martin gets captured by aliens. He's a natural aphrodisiac (to non-humans).

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Fry's nose was removed from his face because the "human horn" is considered a rare and prized aphrodisiac.

*snort**snort**pushes coke-bottle glasses up nose**snort*

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Long-Distance Relationships

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
MJN spends its time bouncing back and forth across the world, so it's somewhat inconvenient when one of the crew falls for someone who lives far, far away from Fitton. They have to navigate the trials and tribulations of a long-distance relationship (as well as the potential upsides; would Martin be less-nervous over the phone?).

*end cathartic prompt*

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Something happens and Douglas gets the blame, even though it's honestly not his fault. The blamer eventually realizes he/she was wrong, but Douglas is still (surprisingly) hurt that he was even suspected in the first place.
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[personal profile] polite_warning 2012-03-13 03:46 am (UTC)(link)

Martin has his leg broken and it's Douglas' fault. He manages (with the help of Carolyn and Arthur) to guilt-trip Douglas into turning into his personal butler. And yes, he still manages to fly the plane.

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hehe - second!

might fill if I can clean my plate

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[First prompt, be gentle :| and let me know if I screwed up]

Martin always figured himself the authoritative sort, but when he gets together with Douglas, he finds out he was wrong. He really, really likes being a sub.

But eventually he finds out he's actually a switch, because Douglas lets him take the lead one day and it turns out he also really, really likes being a dom.

I just want giddy-for-the-opportunity running-on-adrenaline Martin and actually-kind-of-impressed-and-turned-on Douglas. Please~

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dog shapeshifter!martin

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Martin is lonely and hungry and even though he doesn't want to, he ends up going out in his dog form in hopes of food and attention. Somehow he eventually ends up sitting on Douglas's doorstep every night in hopes that he'll be let in.

Maybe he has a crush on him and hopes he likes dogs so he can spend time with him that way AND get fed (that's a little creepy though, Martin), or he just thinks that out of all of them he'd be the best to stay with (Arthur + dogs = might be not good, not gonna take the chance). Or if you want it sad, maybe Douglas can't stand that stupid dog that keeps popping up and takes him to a shelter and Martin is either a) miserable the next time they fly out or b) missing, because you can't just turn into a naked man inside a dog kennel.

Can be eventual Douglas/Martin or just gen, I don't really care, but if you do make it D/M I don't want bestiality. Also I see dog!Martin as a red merle Australian shepherd.



Fill: dog shapeshifter!martin

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[hello, new person! Here is a short fill for you.]

He can’t remember how it started. Those memories are hazy, dimmed by the passage of time and weathered by emotion. He remembers how it felt, though. The strange sensation of drifting off to sleep in the sun and waking wholly different, but somehow familiar. His eyes adjusting to a different vantage point, a color palate dulled by eyes that paled in importance behind an acute sense of smell. His new body strong and agile, with four limbs that worked in coordination the way his two human feet never had.

He had been about ten years old, he’d guess. At first, he couldn’t control the transformation, but over time, he had worked out first how to trigger it, then how to control it. It never works in the presence of others, but when he is alone, truly alone, he can slide his eyes shut, murmur under his breath, focus and draw inward until he feels nothing but the clockwork of his own brain. Then his body shudders, transform. Remakes itself.

In this other life, Martin is a dog, a somewhat funny-looking mutt with auburn-red hair and white muzzle and feet. He is suggestive of a setter and a shepherd and a little bit of mystery that makes one ear flop while the other stands. He hadn’t consciously picked the form all those years ago. He doesn’t know how or why he became that of all things, but he’s always the same dog, always with the same odd ears.

He’s met a few others, while out as a dog. There’s a spark of recognition in the eyes, a small squirrel who is more curious than cautious, a fox who runs alongside him down a dimly lit street and appears to smile before darting around a bend. Martin doesn’t know who these others are, just as they do not know him. But they’re the same, somehow, and Martin takes comfort in that.

For a long while, Martin didn’t go out often. It’s risky for an unattended dog to prowl the streets, even in sleepy Fitton. But then he grew bolder, and over time, he’s worked up a presence in his neighborhood. He’s learned to walk with purpose, as if he belongs there, as if he knows precisely where his home is and he’s returning after an illicit day out chasing rabbits in the fields that border Fitton. If asked, his neighbors would all say unthinkingly that he does belong there, though if they stopped to think about it they’d likely realize they can’t say where, precisely, he belongs. Which house is his. That’s just how Martin wants it.

It’s a freedom, certainly, but it has practical use, as well. He doesn’t lose himself when he’s a dog, but neither is he entirely Martin. His senses shift and his conscious thought is pushed to the back of his mind. It has to assert itself to be heard. It’s easy to pad down the street on quiet paws, letting a keen nose guide him to food. And for months, that’s how he’s kept himself fed. A local sandwich shop dumps bread and day-old sandwiches in a bin out back, and if Martin is careful, he can forage without tipping it over. The turkey, ham, cheese, bread all smell so overwhelming, so much stronger than anything he’s experienced as a human that there’s no space for the bit of him that’s still Martin to object to eating rubbish.

But it doesn’t last. The shop is shuttered, and business for Martin’s van service flags even more. He feels desperation begin to gnaw at him. He changes form, a futile bid to disconnect. In his animal body, the need only redoubles, unfettered by the logic and lies he can tell him as a man. As a dog, Martin’s needs are simple, and his desire to fulfill them every bit as simple.

He roams.

He knows the way to Douglas’s house; he’s been there many times to pick up his co-pilot on the way to work. He finds himself there, lead by some part of him that lurks deep in his conscious mind but surfaces only when the rest of him is drowned out. As a man, Martin has a million reasons not to seek Douglas’s help. As a dog, he feels only shameless hope, sees only the promise of a person likely too secretly soft hearted to ignore him completely.

Getting Douglas’s attention is easy. Martin can see him through the curtains, reading a book in an armchair. He whimpers, scratches at the glass until Douglas looks up. Douglas frowns and turns his attention back his book. Martin does it again, his paws on the sill so Douglas can see him clearly. He’s panting. Hopeful. Douglas makes a shooing motion with his hands.

Martin pushes off from the sill, circles once in frustration, then returns to the door. Scratching, then a bark. No response. He does it again. Finally, he hears Douglas approaching the door, then it swings open and Douglas is looking down on him, the unfamiliar perspective making him seem more imposing than he does in Martin’s daily life.

“I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong house. Don’t worry about it; they do all look the same on this street.”

Martin sits while Douglas is speaking, but he springs to his feet again as soon as he’s finished. He looks up at Douglas expectantly, his tail wagging. Douglas moves to shut the door.

Martin is inside in a flash, darting past Douglas’s legs. Douglas sputters and flails, and by the time he’s turned around Martin is standing in his little kitchen, sitting obediently. (Or what would be obediently, anyway, if Douglas had actually invited him in.)

“Hey!” Douglas shouts, but he looks more bemused than angry. When Martin doesn’t move, Douglas comes around behind him and tries to guide him out, firm hands wrapped around his rib cage. “You’re skinny as a rail,” Douglas mutters. “And no collar. Is anyone even feeding you?”

Martin whines. He turns his head upwards to meet Douglas’s gaze. Douglas relents with a sigh.

“Just this once, you understand?” He lets go and Martin is at his feet again, tail telegraphing a lighthearted hope he’s never felt as a human.

Douglas rummages in the fridge and pulls out a plate of chicken and vegetables covered in cling film. “This was meant to be tomorrow’s dinner,” he says as he puts it in the microwave.

It’s delicious. Nothing tastes quite the same with a dog’s tongue, but the aroma is intense and mouth-watering. The dish smells rich and meaty and it’s all Martin can do to pace himself and not swallow the meal whole. Douglas watches him, the same bemused expression on his face. Martin doesn’t press his luck; when he’s done, he pads to the door and Douglas lets him out again.

A few days later, he goes back.

He had told himself he wouldn’t. That it was a one-time only, desperate thing. Two days later on the long flight to Seoul while Douglas teased him with just a little too much glee he swore he’d never go back and be Douglas’s dog, even if only for a half hour and a warm plate of food.

But he does. One baked potato just can’t satiate his hunger, and by dusk he is working his way back to Douglas’s. And Douglas, despite his words, feeds him again. This time he scratches his ears, tousling the fine auburn hair. The delicate touch on his ears and forehead makes Martin nuzzle into Douglas’s hand. It flickers and ignites a need in him. One he has kept so deeply buried he can’t even articulate it as his tongue laps at Douglas’s hand and wrist. He just wants more, needs it, and Douglas smiles and scratches his back. Martin presses his body against Douglas’s legs.

Douglas smells strongly of soap and recycled aeroplane air and the green grocer’s and all manner of lingering hints of place and purpose that spark Martin’s dog senses. He’s a vibrant tapestry of aromas, but underlining it all is the strong, singular smell of the man himself. Strangely, the memory of that smell stays sharp and defined in Martin’s mind even as a man. He catches the faintest hint of it sometimes as Douglas passes him in the portacabin and it’s all he can do to keep from pressing his forehead into Douglas’s shoulder and breathing deeply, his human nose a pitifully weak substitute for what he smells as a dog.

Douglas has nowhere to keep him and no inclination to take on the responsibility of dog ownership, so he lets Martin leave as he came. One bark at the front door and Martin is let out to return again when he pleases. Douglas speaks once or twice of posting a Lost Dog notice or taking him to the RSPCA, but the words are an empty threat, said to himself as he idly strokes Martin’s ears. Somehow, he seems to know this dog is just a bit unordinary and best left to his own devices, though Martin knows that’s impossible.

Douglas says absolutely no dogs on the sofa, but within a few weeks, Martin can be found draped over Douglas’s lap several times per week as Douglas reads or watches the news. The visits are longer. Douglas doesn’t seem to mind. He talks to Martin occasionally. Small, meaningless things that Martin only half-hears, lost as he is in the soothing stroke of Douglas’s hand over his spine and the comforting simplicity of his dominant animal mind.

Martin will tell him someday. When he finds the words to explain the inexplicable and make Douglas understand, he will tell him. That day seems a long way off, hazy compared to the comfortable, predictable routine they’ve developed. But it will come. The thought of it makes his insides twist, but Martin wants it to come. Until then, he lays against Douglas’s body as the news chatters in the background. It’s warm and inviting and when he breathes in deeply, it smells like home.


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Airspace violation.

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Due to a non-pilot-error glitch on a freight run, GERTI is flown into some very WRONG airspace. She's forced to land by the local military dictatorship and the crew is all interrogated as spies from a country they've never heard of, since it didn't exist a month ago.

The interrogators, completely baffled in their attempts to interrogate Arthur, decide he is the master spy trying to fool them all and order him executed in two days time in a massive public display of "this is what we do to the enemies of the glorious regime" sort of thing.

Martin and Douglas (Carolyn is back at the airfield, frantic) have to find a way to keep Arthur from being executed, get them all away from their captors, get Gerti out of lockdown and get home.

(OP is okay with a bit of crossover and Mycroft Ex Machina if required, but the heavy lifting of the escape plot and action should ideally be accomplished by the MJN crew. For tone of fill, anything from ridiculous and silly to dark, pain and blood filled dramatic angst would be lovely. Also RTYIs more than welcome, I'm new here.)

TL:DR - MJN crew captured and interrogated by military dictatorship.

Re: Airspace violation.

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You win the internets with this prompt!

SECONDING! With the almighty power of a Skygod!

The interrogators, completely baffled in their attempts to interrogate Arthur...
Yep, they would be. *imagines scenario and giggles*

You also put "Arthur" and the words "master spy" into one sentence, which has me helplessly in love with you! I really do need this to live.

Arthur is a happy puppy.

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
The reason Arthur is so perpetually cheerful isn't because he's half-Australian, it's because he's actually a transmorgified puppy, specifically a Bischon Frise.

This could be an AU where yes, Arthur is actually a human-shaped puppy as a result of some experimental science, or it could just be an elaborate prank by Douglas one very long and boring flight to convince him he is, one that nearly manages to suck in Martin as well.

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This prompt reminds me of a book I read years ago about puppy who transformed into a human child through sheer force of will. (Also, if I remember correctly, the dog did infact come from a breeder in Australia).

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Reprompt and Teeny Dialogue Fill

[personal profile] polite_warning 2012-03-13 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Original prompt:

I am now convinced that this meme can make Martin angst over anything. Give the man a box of Jelly Babies, and he'd find something to fret over.

Please intense angst over some Jelly Babies. That is my one and only wish.
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[personal profile] polite_warning 2012-03-13 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Your wish is my utter command.



"This one looks like it's crying...."

"Martin, it's just a sweet, for God's sake."

"It looks like it's crying and doesn't want to be eaten."

"Arthur is going to cry if you don't eat it. He went to a lot of trouble getting them for you. Sentimental clot."

*sigh, pause* "Oh, God, they're made out of beef?!"

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Playing Yellow Car in New York

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
So we were sat in a Traffic Jame this morning, and I shouted Yellow Taxi.
The other people in the car said, poor Arthur, fancy trying to play Yellow Car in New York.

Jas x

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
My first thought was Alan Davies' little 'this isn't going to work' around 1:30 in here

But that seems too miserable for Arthur.

He'd probably dash out of the car and see how many he could find and Martin would dash out after him, certainly not to find the rest first but to stop him getting lost... of course.

Distant relatives, crossover Blackadder

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin and Douglas are distantly related to each other through the family line of Blackadder. Douglas got the clever, suave, schemeing genes, Martin got the obsessive, feckless, self-loathing genes.

And Arthur? Arthur's great-great-great-grandfather on his father's side was once in the employ of the Blackadder family. He was sent to Australia for his role in his employer's failed plots, and had a very unsuccessful turnip ranch.

TL;DR Martin and Douglas are two halves of Blackadder. Arthur is a descendant of Baldrick.

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There was a fic where Martin was descended from Darling, Douglas from Blackadder and Arthur from George. It was glorious.

This should also be filled. Everyone needs more Blackadder :D

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Headaches D:

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur has a headache, not just a little 'oh two aspirin and it's all better now' but a horrible, stabbing behind the eyes one that makes you want to curl up in a corner and cry. Does he get any comfort for it from anyone, or is it in the middle of a flight so he just has to struggle through?
Just Arthur hurt/comfort pretty please :)
(some motherly love wouldn't be unwanted either)

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Oh so seconded.

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This image as a prompt :)

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This cracked me, hahaha, poor Martin. Yes. Second.

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What if MJN doesn't miss Martin's birthday, but accidentally celebrate it a day early?
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Fill: Enough to Try

[personal profile] janecshannon 2012-05-04 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
This is my first Cabin Pressure fill... though I suppose it probably only classifies as a mini-fill... We're allowed to post fills on prompting post that have closed, right?

No one had ever celebrated his birthday before. Well, not really anyway. There were the obligatory parties when he had been a child but even those had petered out as he grew older. Becoming family parties, then a special dinner, then a Happy Birthday, Martin until one year the birthday phone call never came and the day went unremarked upon.

He didn't mind. It was fine. Absolutely fine. He didn't mind. It was fine.

The sad thing was that, after a while, it really was. Actually. Fine. The day had gone forgotten for so long that eventually even he failed to notice the special occasion. He'd have forgotten all together if not the need to know it for several rather important forms...

It wasn't that he expected MJN to be different.

Nor was it that he expected it to be the same.

He just didn't think about it.

So that was the real reason he was so thrown when he turned up for a scheduled flight on September 7th, only to find a squidgy-looking cake (no doubt made by their very own Arthur) and three small packages (one of them had what looked like ten feet of ribbon and, also, was no doubt done by Arthur).

His birthday was September 8th but he didn't tell them that. No one had ever cared enough to try to remember, that meant so much more to him than them actually getting the date right.

Martin Crieff would happily celebrate his birthday on September 7th for the rest of his life so long as he had this (more than slightly dysfunctional) family of an airdot to celebrate it with.

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The Odd Couple x2

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
In order to keep her very large house, Carolyn has to take in lodgers.

Luckily for her, two very familiar pilots are in need of new lodgings at the same time, due to one of them being a thrice time divorce (pretend the little accent is above the e, there), and the other one's attic room was declared unfit to live in.

The upside is, at least Douglas can't be late for work anymore. And Martin and Arthur get along Brilliantly!

The downside is, she lives with her employees. All three of them.
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Oh God, seconding forever. This could be amazing.

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
To make some extra money on the side (because he probably could use it), Martin teaches in aerobics class, ala this:

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you sure you weren't thinking of that time where Martin got my hand caught in the cabin door?" - Douglas

Remember when Arthur was trying to find out that tune 'we're busy going nowhere?' or whatever? And Douglas compared it to (see above)


... I want the story where Martin got Douglas' hand caught in the cabin door.



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Lucky sprain

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If Martin hadn't sprained his ankle, he would have tried to move that piano with his van all on his own.

How many ways could that have gone horribly and painfully wrong?
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I...want to write this. In a sort of homage to Sliding Doors, which I really liked despite people saying it was crap...I...I need some time to think over this.

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self-insertion fic!

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
what the hell, right?

tell me what you'd do if you encountered the MJN crew?

snark with Douglas? actually let Arthur play Charades? banter with Carolyn? Snog Martin to see what colour he turns and then feed the silly man?

buy Herc a stuffed sheep?

please have fun with it

Fill - A Canadian

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
I'd be sitting on a flight to America - most likely - for some reason getting a transfer flight between Canada and America via a tin-pot airline (perhaps to fill a last open-seat that Carolyn was desperate to fill). I'd probably nearly die of a heart-attack during take off seeing as I've only been on commercial jets and know of statistics of the smaller charter lines...

I'd probably be reassured by the adorkable Arthur that all was fine, and that flying was brilliant (though no-one knows how it worked).

I'd then listen to Arthur blather on about how brilliant flying was, polar bears were and his questionings if I've seen any since I'm from Canada. I'd probably find the man more cheering than any of the other passengers and insist - if they tried to shoo him away - that he stay around me if he so chose and keep me company whilst we flew.

And when I got off? I'd salute the captain. Because...

You know...

It's obvious who it is. Four stripes, Captain's hat n'all. :]

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TW for non-con/harassment

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Five times Martin put up with getting groped/sexually harassed, and one time he didn't.

(Bonus points if he put up with it when it was happening to him, but stumbling upon one of his friends being on the receiving end is what finally makes him snap)

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Seconding so hard!

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Martin's stuck on a long flight with an absolutely hellish cold. Enter Arthur the lethal chef, with some improvised home remedies.
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Yes, so this bunny "with sharp pointy teeth!" has latched on to my ankle so hard that I hope I can write it before I bleed out.

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Cold hands

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Inspired by above prompt. Arthur has a secret weapon: cold hands. Cue Arthur coming up behind Martin, Douglas and his mum, sticking his freezing hands on their cheeks and necks, enjoying the way they squeal. >=D

Fill 1/? - Cold hands, Warm heart

(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, this is how I think Arthur would talk to himself in his head. Hence the many made-up words and shocking grammar ;) (although I apologise for any actual mistakes). I'm not sure if I'll write any other fills. Although this being a very fun prompt, it would be tempting. Let me know what you think. Other than that, this is my first time filling a prompt so I hope you enjoy it :)

Martin looked not-very-good, Arthur reflected as he surveyed his weary Captain. He had had a very-not-brilliant flight, especially when their passenger, who was also not-brilliant had yelled at Douglas for his shocking landing because he thought he was the Captain. When Douglas pointed him to Skipper he yelled some more and then laughed in that really mean way and had said that, at most, Skip was just a joke Captain. Arthur tried his best to cheer Skip up. He had offered to play monopoly with him (even though he had to multiply things by four); he offered to let Skip try his new culinary speciality, tuna jelly, he had even tried calling Skip, Captain, because when people-who-weren't-Douglas called Skip Captain, he usually looked happy. But this time it just made Skip look at him funny while he did that thing-with-his-throat.

“God Arthur, its bad enough having Douglas rub it in, you don't have to join in too you know!”

“Join in what?” Arthur asked, feeling and sounding confused.

But Skipper had stomped off looking less-brilliant than ever.

Now however, Arthur had a plan...

He snuck up behind Skip's chair, where Skip was leaning his head on his hand, his jacket off, his Captain's hat beside him on the table. Arthur thought, as he hovered behind Skip, that it was like he was an international spy on a mission, and his cold hands were his weapon. A mission to cheer up Skipper. Brilliant.

He took a breath and pressed both his hands on Skippers neck.

The effect was immediate. Skip made a weird noise that sounded a bit like Douglas made that time Skip had caught Douglas' hand in the cabin door, (except higher and a bit more squealy) and jumped out of his chair. He span wildly around and looked at Arthur, and his eyebrows did that neat thing where they started kind of climbing up his forehead.

“What in God's name do you think you're doing Arthur!” Skipper yelled.

Arthur shrugged, “You looked like you needed it Skip.”

“Needed what?” Skip's voice was still all high and squealy, Arthur wondered how he did that, he would have to ask him some day, “For the steward of the aeroplane to stick his freezing hands on my neck? Were you trying to give me pneumonia through the power of your magical, freezing hands?”

“Wow!” Arthur said feeling amazed, he'd never thought of that, “You think they might be magical? That would be - “

“No Arthur, be quiet and listen,” Skip had said, and he suddenly sounded a lot more...Skipperish, in that his voice became more normal and his eyebrows started climbing down his face and he put his hat back on, “I am an airline Captain. You can't go around sticking your freezing cold hands on the neck of the Captain of an aeroplane. For one thing, it feels really uncomfortable, and for another its certainly not proper protocol.”

Just then, Douglas had walked through the door and looked at Martin in that way that meant he was going to tease him, “Really Martin? An airline Captain? I don't know about that. I think one of the basic criteria an airline Captain should fulfil is being able to land the plane without causing the client to make a formal complaint.” And he smiled in that way that usually meant what he said would make Skip feel not-so-brilliant.

“Shut up Douglas,” Martin snapped, “The client was an idiotic playboy who thought Kuala Lumpur was the place they kept an emergency supply of koalas in case Australia ran out! And besides, I had to land in a tricky crosswind on a runway that hadn't been re-surfaced since World War One. And in the circumstances, I thought – I though I did really well!”

Arthur was beaming, “No Skipper, the landing was brilliant! Even mum said so. Only don't tell her I told you.”

Skipper looked at him and then smiled, and even Douglas smiled, and Arthur felt brilliant because Skipper looked like he felt brilliant again.

Arthur Shappey, international spy, secret weapon: magical freezing hands. Mission complete.


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More Martin whump!

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright well I've seen this done before, but I just love this setup and I'd love to see more of it.

An old schoolmate of Martin's (and knowing Martin it's a former bully not a friend) is now rich and successful and books a flight on MJN. Recognizing Martin he proceeds to belittle him but the rest of MJN puts a stop to that.

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What about an old teacher?

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Children and airplanes

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A private school has chartered MJN to fly 15 of their 7th year (ten and eleven year olds?) top honours students on an international field trip somewhere of great educational importance. Their sole chaperone is an extremely nervous flyer and may or may not have self-medicated themselves into unconsciousness for the duration of the flight.

TLDR; GERTI is chock full of curious, intelligent, mostly unsupervised and very very bored 10-11 year olds.

RTYIs welcome!

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