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PROMPT POST PART III

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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.


FILLING GUIDELINES



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

We also have a Pinboard archive which has been put in place by the lovely [personal profile] oxfordtweed in the place of our late Delicious Archive. This Archive contains a list of all the prompts this meme has to offer - you can find it here: Pinboard Archive

This is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.

So in order to make things easier to archive - Please nest your fills.

This can be done by either posting each part as a reply to that part's immediate predecessor, OR by replying each time to Part I OR - well you get the idea :D

It makes it simpler for Enigel and myself to link fills in a clean and clear manner. Following these guildelines will be very much appreciated guys :D

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Reprompting is allowed but please include the URL of the original prompt when you do so. It will make it infinitely more easy to Archive which would make both Enigel and I very happy :)

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REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM



According to numerous Child Safety laws it is illegal to provide pornographic material to minors. Seeing that the majority of the stuff we have here is rather adult in nature, this Meme is consequently an 18+ zone. Failing to comply to this rule could result in the Meme getting shut down. So if you're here and you're under 18 please back button now.

+ Please do not post anything regarding minors in a sexual situation. It really doesn't matter how tasteful or crass it is, there are laws that classify that sort of thing as child pornography and as such, I'm afraid we're going to have to go with the attitude that safe is better than sorry.

It really is VERY important that these rules are upheld as the consequences are severe.

Other than that - go crazy guys. Any problems please just message me and I'll try my best to work it out.


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The Hangover

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
On standby in a location of choice, Douglas wakes up with concussion induced amnesia, Arthur wakes up handcuffed to a garden gnome, and Martin isn't there at all. They have 24 until Carolyn needs them back...

Re: The Hangover

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
... Oh. OK. So apparently I need this A LOT and I wasn't aware of it until just now.

Karaoke Night!

[personal profile] straydog733 2012-02-12 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
On an overnight stay somewhere, the MJN gang ends up in a club with karaoke, and everyone takes a shot at the microphone (even if they need some encouragment to get up there). What does everyone sing and how do the others react?

Bonus Points if someone works in "Come Fly With Me"!

Potential for Smut, Crack, or Both

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Douglas diddles Martin with the female air traffic controllers.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
What's diddling? Or is it diddling with? /ESL

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X-Men Crossover - Mutant Jet Now

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin is a mutant in a world that both fears and hates his kind. He's lived his whole life dealing with the repercussions of being different, and so, expecting the same, never tells anyone.

By some circumstance, he accidentally reveals his powers to the MJN crew. He's absolutely terrified of the same rejection he's always dealt with, the suspicion, the insults.

Except it doesn't work like that at all. And that the rest of them (Douglas and Arthur, but if you could fit Carolyn in there, go right on ahead!) are mutants as well.

Whatever power you think would be suitable, but bonus points if Arthur is telekinetic ("Look Skip! I can juggle apples without even touching them!")

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You just know Martin would have a really lame mutation, like pre-hensile feet or the ability to generate bubbles, and he'd get all huffy that everyone else's mutations were way cooler.
"But bubbles, Skip! Bubbles are BRILLIANT!"

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin and Douglas play the Actors (and Actresses) with cheekbones so sharp they qualify as lethal weapons in parts of the world. Guys like Neil Patrick Harris, Jude Law, and Johnny Depp easily qualify. Somehow Martin makes his way onto the list.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Noomi Rapace!

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Inspired by the 'Never Have I Ever' fill.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin drunkenly reveals to Douglas that his kinks when it comes to sex are... let us say definitely not at all vanilla. (some BDSM would push this anon's kink buttons, but I'll leave it up to filler)

After his initial shock, Douglas proves to be surprisingly accomodating of Martin's preferences.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Um, no promises, but would you have Martin as the dom or sub in your mind? I can see both scenarios though they would play out very differently. Also, established relationship or zero to sixty?

I've been thinking along similiar lines recently so I sort of want to have a go at this. Never written BDSM before... but really want to :D Especially displays of control and dominance. If there's anything you're really into, bondage, spanking, gags, pain, the whole shebang really, let me know.

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Douglas & Martin friendship

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Douglas considers Martin to be his best friend, or at least the closest thing he'll ever have to a proper friend. Taking into account the awful way that Douglas often treats him, how does Martin react to this? (Gen please!)

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww, seconded. :-)

My Life in Film Crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Jones and Art end up actually making a low-budget film (though Art will never admit that Jones did most of the writing) and hire MJN to fly them out to various locations.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded!

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Haunted Hotel

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
(This is sort-of inspired by the fact that Roger Allam has a tiny role in The Woman in Black)

Douglas and Martin have complaining about the cheap accommodation Carolyn always forces on them, so she decides to teach them a lesson. She books them (along with Arthur) a suite in an expensive hotel. Thing is, it's expensive because it's haunted. Really, really haunted.

How do they handle it? Does Douglas secretly scream like a little girl? Does Martin wet himself? Does Arthur know exactly what to do because he took a course on communicating with the dead? I'm open to scary, cracky, or anywhere in between.

Re: Haunted Hotel

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! I would adore it if Martin is actually more used to cold and draughty shadowy houses considering he lives in a tiny attic, and Douglas' bravado lasts only a couple of hours before he starts jumping at shadows (not that he'd ever admit it of course)

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
I want something that talks about each of the characters' greatest fears. Bonus points if one of them is afraid of something really obscure, like... I don't know. Electricity pylons, or something. (Because really, I mean, look at those things.)

Valentine's day Douglas/Martin

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
With valentine's day tomorrow, no doubt Martin's probably going to feel a bit off with it. But what with Douglas' marital status, even he's feeling a bit angsty about the day. So with good feeling he invites Martin around to dinner- excuse to show off his culinary skills and just relax. Martin accepts and the two have a nice time sniping at the telly and laughing over dinner..

Of course they don't realise their night bears a strong resemblance to a date, and they unwittingly went along with it. I'd love to see blushes and nervous kisses on the sofa when they do realise they quite fancy eachother. And if you want to have things proceed further (*coughsmutcough*) well I won't argue. :D Douglas/martin please! <3

Just because I'm going to have a crappy valentine's day, doesn't mean these two should. :D

Thousand kisses! Make my day! <3

Re: Valentine's day Douglas/Martin

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded. I too am going to have a predictably crappy Valentine's, so I'd love to see this written =)

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Martin the Babysitter

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Whenever Caitlin or Simon feel like they need to give Martin a hand, but can't be as blunt as offering him a handout, they invite him to babysit. He gets to spend time with his nieces and nephews, have what he likes out of the fridge and sleep on the pull-out. And if one of them just happens to slip him some money afterwards, it's for his time.

I'd just like to see a more positive take on one or both of the siblings, as well as some cute interactions between Martin and children.

Bonus points if anyone from MJN gets to meet Caitlin, Simon, or the kids!

Douglas' Daughter Develops a Crush

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Douglas finds himself in a position where he gets to introduce his daughter to the rest of MJN. Unfortunately, she ends up more than a little smitten with the bumbling Captain.

Just a cute girl/preteen crush, and Douglas' reactions to it.

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This would be so cute! SECOND

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
While the MJN crew is staying in a hotel overnight or for a couple of days, Arthur befriends a small child - anywhere from age 5 to 8. Maybe there's an arcade or something and they hang out in there.

Anyway, the kid's parents turn up and find their child alone with a grown man, playing games or looking at a book or talking about polar bears or whatever. They are understandably concerned.

Cue Arthur being confused ("Oh, er. This is - one of those things, isn't it? Mum told me I have to be careful, because - how did she put it - 'Not everyone understands that I am, in fact, roughly six years old...'") and trying to explain, Carolyn showing up and doing a better job of it, and the kid just wanting the grown-ups to stop arguing so he and his new friend can get back to their game.

FILL: Proper Grown-Ups

(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Nigel bit his lip and stared at the floor as his mother carried on shrieking at Arthur's mother. Arthur kept trying to speak up, and Nigel kept wanting to tell him to just be quiet and let the grown-ups sort it out, but then he would remember that Arthur was a grown-up, or at least he looked like one, and Nigel would shut his mouth and carry on staring at the floor.

He supposed Arthur must be a grown-up, because his mum looked about as old as Nigel's grandmother. She was loud like her, too.

"Madame, I assure you, while my son may be an idiot, he is an idiot full of nothing but the best intentions. I am certain your child was in no danger whatsoever."

"Your son is - what, thirty years old?!" Nigel's mum said shrilly.

"Twenty-nine," said Arthur's Mum, calmly but still really loud. "Physically. Mentally, I'd say about six."

"Hey!"

"Quiet, Arthur. Mrs. - ?"

"Marigold."

"Mrs. Marigold, I'm sure Arthur just got bored and decided your son looked like a fun person to talk to. Am I right, Arthur?"

Arthur nodded rapidly. "Yeah. And - And I'm sorry, Mrs. Marigold, I know that probably wasn't very smart, because, well, I did it, but he looked lost so I asked him if he knew where he was going and he said no, so I said why don't we go to the arcade and he said there's an arcade? and I said yes, and it's a brilliant one; almost half of the games work, so we came to the arcade -"

"That's enough, Arthur."

Arthur closed his mouth and looked nervous. Nigel shook his head.

Proper grown-ups never let you explain anything.

They carried on arguing for a while, until finally Nigel had had enough.

"Mum," he said, trying to sound tired and scared, which wasn't difficult because before Arthur had found him in the hallway he had been. "Arthur didn't do anything wrong. I know I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, but he was nice, and he said he was bored because his friends had all gone out to a pub and he didn't want to go only now there was no one to talk to, so we started talking, and - and he didn't do any of the things you said strangers would do; he didn't touch me or anythin' except when I fell and he gave me a hand back up, and he didn't offer me a ride anywhere even though his friends are pilots and they have their own aeroplane, 'cause he said I'd have to ask your permission first, so instead we just came down to the arcade and played games and then he told me stories about how one time one of his friends used the plane to chase polar bears and another time they all worked out how to get a hundred otters on the plane, and the plane's name is GERTI, and they're not supposed to chase polar bears with her but his one friend Douglas did anyway because he likes to annoy his other friend Martin, and Arthur was the one who thought of putting the last one in the fridge, an otter not a polar bear, and he was telling me some of the bear facts he remembered from the book he read only he forgot some of the important parts like numbers and things so we were making them up, and I told him how dad always says not to make things up like that 'cause it's silly even though I just think it's fun, and he said his dad used to say everything he did was silly, or stupid, and I said that wasn't very nice of him and I thought it was very clever he thought of putting an otter in the fridge, not stupid at all, and he said yes, his friends thought so too, and -" He was running out of breath and he wasn't entirely certain what he was actually saying, which was usually the point where his mother would cut him off. He hoped she would take her cue soon.

She did.

"All right, Nigel," she cooed, in that funny-nice voice she used when she was angry at someone and wanted to make sure Nigel knew it wasn't him. She turned back to Arthur's Mum. "I suppose there's no harm done," she said quietly, sounding a lot less angry than before. "And if Arthur hadn't found him, somebody else might have..."

"Mum," Nigel whined. "Can we go back to our bear game?"

His mother sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers the way she did when Dad called. "Yes... But we are having a serious discussion about strangers before we go home, Nigel."

"All right," Nigel said glumly. He hated serious discussions.

But then Arthur said, "Brilliant!" and Nigel laughed, because it was brilliant, the way Arthur said brilliant, and they went back to the broken air hockey table and Nigel sat on top of it and Arthur sat on the floor, just like they'd been before the grown-ups interrupted, and they made up all sorts of things about bears.

Elaina Marigold stared at the ceiling for a bit, counting slowly backwards from ten.

"Would you care to get a drink while our children enjoy their playdate?" asked Arthur's mother, sounding perfectly at ease with the situation.

Elaina looked back down to meet her gaze. "Oh, I don't see why not. Mrs. - ?"

"Knapp-Shappey. Carolyn Knapp-Shappey."

"Lovely to meet you."

"Don't worry. It gets easier. Or so I've been told by the parents of children other than Arthur, anyway."

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Douglas and Martin manage to get themselves arrested in a foreign city that is likely not very fond of Englishmen. Whether this is the result of Douglas's smuggling, Martin's incredible bad luck, or something entirely arbitrary is up to the author. Anyway, Arthur is left to try to figure out a way to get them released from jail, and hopefully in time to fly back to Fitton. Or, at least, without getting himself arrested, too.

Open to both angst and humour! :-)

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Go to http://cpheadcanons.tumblr.com and pick four head canon ideas that appeal to you. Stir well, write fic.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur is very fond of scented candles. Of course, Carolyn doesn’t trust him with matches, but occasionally, she will light one for him as a treat.

It happens only once or twice a year, on Christmas Day and his birthday. Arthur will wake up with a heart fluttering with adrenaline and dash out in his footie pajamas and look for it. He looks high. He looks low. He stops looking when his mother calls out, "In here, idiot!" and he'll dash in to the kitchen where, to his great excitement, it smells like cinnamon sugar cookies. Or rain water and cucumbers. And on the counter, there is a little light, flickering absently as it melts the colored wax and releases the smell du jour. Arthur spends the rest of the day lying on the floor, half-asleep and extremely happy.



Carolyn sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and is seriously afraid that the next day, she is going to lose her plane, and there will be nothing she can do about it.

She doesn't sleep the night between November 11th and November 12th. She spends the night going through the financials. Some years, she's able to go through the rest of the night with a calm stomach: they're not in the red. Other years, it weighs on her mind like that first decision over a decade ago. Those years, she spends the rest of the night thinking, Well, it would be so much easier to just give up the plane, take the money, and open a book shop. When those nights pass and the call comes, she finds herself reaffirming herself. No, she won't sell the plane. No, she won't lose the plane. Not unless you pry it out of her cold, dead fingers.



Martin is terrified of going out with anyone because he’s scared that he’d just annoy them.

There was quite a lot wrong with him: he couldn't talk, for one, and when he could talk he could only talk about aeroplanes. And the blushing and the stammering and when you moved past that, there was the neuroses and the extreme dedication and the whining. And if you get past that, there was the lack of money and the little attic flat and the van that barely worked and the lack of food and, really, really, it was probably best that he can't approach that beautiful girl across the terminal, with her long, blond hair and her smart glasses and her smile. Really, she would just get annoyed and leave like the last one and he would have to start all over again and he didn't have the time or the self-confidence.




Douglas asks his daughter from time to time if she knows any new games the crew can play during flights.

"Hello my little lovely one! How was school today?"

"It was great, Daddy. We learned a new game!"

"Did you? Another word game?"

"Yep."

"Tell me, what was today's game?"

"Movies that start with the letter 'G'. I won this time. I beat that mean old Rosie fair and square."

"Did you? Smashing! Well done! I knew Daddy's little princess would show that Rosie who's the smartest."

"And I did. Daddy? Will you play that game with your friends on the aeroplane?"

"You know, I think I just might."

"You should play it when you're going to a city that starts with the letter 'G'. That would make it so much more fun!"

"That's a brilliant idea. We are going to Geneva tomorrow..."

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Happy Valentine's Day

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Douglas, Martin and Carolyn are all sour about it being almost Valentine's Day. Arthur doesn't understand this at all because what could be more brilliant than a day specifically designated for telling people you love them? So, he sets out to make the day as happy and brilliant as possible for his family - complete with handmade Valentines, lots of Toblerones, and any other mayhem you want to throw in. Just, please, MAKE IT CUTE! :D

Reprompt

(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, I have no idea if I'm doing this right. If it's not or in the wrong place, feel free to move/delete.

Prompt: MJN fly a photographer out to a shoot. Said photographer is always on the look out for new subjects. S/he thinks that Captain Crieff would be an amazing subject to photograph, with those cheekbones and those unusual eyes. The only thing now is to convince him to model.

Original thread: http://cabinpres-fic.dreamwidth.org/783.html?thread=2505231#cmt2505231

2nd fill: http://cabinpres-fic.dreamwidth.org/783.html?thread=2773519#cmt2773519

2nd FILL: 5/?

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(A/N: There are no photos yet. Sorry, OP, forgive me.)

There were a lot of things Martin prepared himself for before he rang the bell at Carolyn’s on Saturday. The dog, for one. If someone didn’t have a handle on her when they opened the door, she attempted to bowl visitors over. She was a bit like a tiny, furry Arthur—too much energy and not nearly enough outlets for it. Arthur, himself, was another. Arthur was a very enthusiastic greeter. Martin was as likely to end up knocked off his feet by Arthur as he was by the dog.

But the last thing Martin expected when the door finally opened, however, was for Dana to be on the opposite side of it. His mind did him the courtesy of going completely blank as he stood on the steps, just short of gaping.

“Oh,” she said. “Hi.”

He tipped his head in greeting. He couldn’t find his tongue to do anything else.

The silence stretched between them awkwardly for a moment, even more so when he looked up to find her staring intently back at him, giving him a onceover. Then he remembered what he was wearing (a pair of tatty jeans and a t-shirt that had seen better days) and inwardly cringed. God, he probably looked awful. At least his uniform hid something, gave him more definition than just skin and bones. His hair was still wet and curling damply behind his ears from this morning’s shower. That persistent itch between his shoulder blades returned with a vengeance and he scuffed his trainers on the steps.

Dana blinked at him. “Wow, sorry. I’m not usually this rude, I swear.” She stepped back to allow him in.

He followed her through to the kitchen where Carolyn and Arthur were seated at the table in front of an open laptop. Carolyn was looking on with veiled interest while Arthur hen-pecked at the keys. They both glanced up when he and Dana came in and Carolyn raised a quizzical brow at him.

“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked bluntly. Before Martin could reply, Carolyn waved at dismissive hand at him. “No, don’t bother. I don’t actually care so long as you’re gone within the next ten minutes.”

“Right,” Dana said carefully. “I’ll get the brochures printed and to you soon as I can, Carolyn.” She began to collect loose papers from the tabletop—prints, Martin realised, from the photo shoot. “I’ll just get out of your way. I’m sure you all have important things to discuss.”

“Important?” Carolyn scoffed around her coffee cup. “Martin’s here to steal Arthur away for one of his ridiculous van jobs, I’m sure.”

“Oh, the van job!” Arthur exclaimed. “That was today? I’m sorry, Skip, I forgot!” He scrambled up out of his seat and made a mad dash for the stairs, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Just give me a minute, Skip. I’ll be quick, promise!”

Carolyn rolled her eyes and pulled the laptop to her.

Dana fought off a smile. “Van job?”

Martin’s fingers knotted defensively into fists of their own accord. As if he didn’t seem poor enough as it was dressed like a pauper, now she had to know he lived and worked like one too.

“Just a side job,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. No, it was perfectly normal to have more than one job, especially in this economy. There was no shame in working hard for a living. Not in the least. He forced his shoulders straight and glanced round for any sign of Arthur.

“Know how that goes,” Dana replied sympathetically. “Every little bit helps.”

Martin barely bit back the sudden bitter laughter that worked its way up his throat. God, if she only knew.

A second later Arthur came bounding down the stairs, practically tumbling down them as he tried to walk and pull on his shoes at the same time. “I’m really, really sorry, Skip! I should have put it on the wall chart so I remembered.”

“Arthur, it’s fine. Sit down before you crack your head open, will you?”

Arthur grinned sheepishly at him and settled on the bottom steps to do up his laces.

“So,” Dana said, titling her head curiously to one side. “What do these van jobs of yours entail, Captain?”

He shifted uneasily again, but before he could think of a suitably vague answer, Arthur happily supplied one for him.

“We go all over and move and deliver things and play games and it’s brilliant! It’s like when we have jobs for GERTI only on the ground!”

Dana laughed. “Sounds like a lot of fun.”

“It is! Oh! You should come with us!” Arthur turned pleading eyes on Martin. “Can she come, Skip? She’d be a big help, and you’ve even said, the more people there are on a job the easier it is so—”

“Yes, Arthur,” Martin cut him off. There was not an edge of humiliated panic in his voice. “But I’m sure Dana has better things to do with her day than spend it driving round Fitton with us.”

“In fact,” Carolyn intoned from the kitchen table. “We all have more important things, none of which include any of you loitering in my kitchen.” She flapped a dismissive hand at them. “Now, out, the lot of you. I’ve things to do.”

Dana slung her bag over her shoulder and followed Martin into the hall, smothering a smile. “I don’t really have any plans,” she said quietly after a moment. “If you need an extra pair of hands, I’d be happy to help.”

There may not have been an edge of panic in his voice, but Martin could feel the heat blooming across his cheeks. “You don’t have to. It was stupid of Arthur to suggest it, really.”

If anything, her smile only grew wider. “What if I said I wanted to help? Would that make a difference?”

“See, Skip? I told you she’d help.”

Martin ducked his head. “N-no, really it’s…” As if he wasn’t bad-off already, now even virtual strangers were helping him out of pity. Yes, he was doing very well for himself indeed.

“Martin,” Carolyn called from the kitchen, her tone brooking no argument. “Stop being a berk and accept the girl’s help already. Now load yourselves into that ludicrous death trap you call a van and get out.”

Martin flushed right to his hairline.

Arthur finished tying his shoes and jumped to his feet, pumping his fists in the air. “Brilliant!”

~*~

The overwhelming self-pity had nearly vanished when Martin pulled into the antique shop’s long and windy drive, in no small part due to the fact that most of the ride there had been spent in trivial small talk and a game of Yellow Car… which Dana had started. He hadn’t meant to stare so blatantly, but turning his head had been reactionary.

“It’s a game,” she had explained, grinning.

“Y-yes, I know. I… Nevermind.”

“Skip is brilliant at Yellow Car,” Arthur had told her proudly from the back seat.

That had been all it took to put a dent in Martin’s growing discomfort. Maybe this job wouldn’t go as horribly wrong as he had first thought.

Dana braced a hand on the dash as she leant forward to peer out the windscreen. “Wow,” she breathed, seemingly mesmerized. “That is a beautiful house.”

Martin glanced out at it. The shop was a farmhouse, all old brick and climbing vines with a loose gravel drive that ran behind and down to what had once been the stables. It wasn’t what he would call beautiful, but it had a quaint charm to it.

“Beautiful shop now,” he said. “Converted the whole thing and crammed it full of antiques. It’s been here for ages.”

She stayed frozen in place even as he and Arthur climbed out of the van.

“Dana,” Arthur called. It sounded far too practiced a reminder for it to be just offhand.

Dana blinked, startled into motion when she finally realized that she was the only one left in the van and scurried out guiltily. “Sorry, I get caught up sometimes. If I do it again, just give me a kick in the ass and I’ll get back to work.”

Without any sort of preamble, Arthur gave her backside a playful shove with the toe of his shoe. “Like that?”

When she stumbled, Martin fully expected her to round on Arthur. Instead, she choked on a laugh. “Just like that,” she said, dusting off the seat of her jeans. She did up her hair into a sloppy ponytail and shot him a sidelong look. “Y’know, it’s really not fair that your legs are that long.”

Arthur waggled his foot at her, his grin practically splitting his face in two.

Martin started up the drive to the house and wondered what exactly he had got himself into.

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Martin is a vampire. He could be a new vampire (say, he was bitten just before he joined MJN or around the time he got his CPL--idc) or a centuries-old vampire and "Martin Crieff" is just his new pseudonym. Either way, he's a vampire and he has recently lost access to blood. (Like there are vampires who smuggle blood and he was buying it off of them and now he's run out of money. Or maybe he was drinking from the students in the house, but now that they've graduated there isn't anyone who will let him feed off of them. Again, idc.) After a while, he starts to get hungrier and hungrier (and meaner?) and his co-workers are starting to look more and more delicious. This creates a moral conflict within our good pilot, as he doesn't want to scare his only friends away but he's just so hungry.

What happens next, anon? Does he pass out and then explain the situation? Does he use his removals business to sate his hunger? Does he give in and explain the situation to someone at MJN and they offer him a neck?

Please and thank you. :)

Martin's GOOD siblings

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A visit to the hospital warrants a visit from Martin's long mentioned siblings, Caitlin and Simon. Only they're not terrible people (like they usually seem to be written), just out-of-touch worriers.

Yeah? No? Okay.

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Simon

“Martin, what happened?”

“Simon, what are you doing here, it’s an hour drive? And who called you?”

“I’m still your emergency contact, remember?”

“I don’t need one, I’m fine. It’s just a little strain, nothing to worry about.”

“Nah, you’re going to be on painkillers. You can’t drive, you can’t fly, and I’m not going to let you spend the night in that little attic of yours. Cait’s visiting once she gets off work, she and I can help move your stuff, and you’re staying with me for a while.”

“Oh, and I have absolutely no say in this matter?”

“Nope, none whatsoever.”

“Simon, you can’t just barge in here and tell me I’m staying with you! I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Uh huh, tell that to your neck brace.”

“It’s just a strain.”

“It’s called whiplash. They said you got into a crash?”

“Oh, yes. Well, no, not really. I was just finishing up making a delivery, and the breaks have a minor, very small fault, and I came to a more sudden stop than I would have preferred. I didn’t actually hit anything.”

“Your breaks don’t work?”

“It’s not exactly that they don’t work, it’s that-“

“Martin. Your breaks don’t work?”

“Not as such, no.”

“…You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Simon, don’t.”

“Martin, shut up, I am getting you a new van. One that isn’t going to kill you.”

“Simon, I am telling you, I do not need your help. My van is fine, it just needs some repairs.”

“The van has needed repairs since I was a kid, now it’s a rusty deathtrap. I am getting you a new van, I am parking it outside your apartment, and I am taking the old one and selling it for scrap.”

“I won’t let you!”

“Pfff. Martin, I’ve been hotwiring that van since I was fifteen, what makes you think you can keep me out of it?”

“Yes, and you taught me to hotwire, so I’ll just steal it back!”

“Or you could pull your broken head out of your arse and accept a gift.”

“It’s not a gift, it is pity. Which I don’t need.”

“If I don’t get you a birthday present, will you take it?”

“Simon, you don’t give birthday presents as pricy as new vans.”

“I would if you’d let me! Okay, early birthday and Christmas present from me, Caitlin and Mum. We won’t get you anything for the rest of the year.”

“Ah, yes, because knowing I’d be taking money from the old woman and the single mother makes it so much more dignified.”

“You don’t have the fancy hat on now; you can shove dignity and take a gift like a fucking man instead of quibbling about it. Understood?”

“…How is it that you managed to get Dad’s tone down? I couldn’t get my voice that low if I tried.”

“At least you were spared the joy of being the primary school baritone. So you’ll take the van?”

“…I’ll think about it. But I can stay in my apartment tonight; I just need a ride home.”

“And promise me that you’ll take a break long enough to heal. Tell that ‘boss’ of yours that you may spend all your free time catering to her needs, but you’re not wagering your health on it.”

“…”

“Martin?”

“I’ll think about it.”

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Cabin Pressure takes place in a hospital; Martin and Arthur are patients, Douglas is a doctor, and Carolyn often comes to visit Arthur (and Martin, since her son has become such good friends with him).

Hardcore hurt/comfort

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Warning for triggers: rape

I'm aching for copious amounts of hurt/comfort. Positively aching!! So here's my prompt. Do with it what you will.

When Martin and Douglas finally do end up having sex for the first time, half way through Martin has a serious panic attack and tries to throw Douglas off, shouting no! Douglas of course is bewildered untill he is able to calm Martin down enough for the man to reveal he was raped a few years ago. Cue horrified, protective Douglas and lots of hurt/comforty snuggles.

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After Qikiqtarjuaq, Carolyn begins to think that actually, offering Martin a place to live might not be quite so unthinkable after all!

Because
1) there'd be less taxi fares to pay if he's living with her and Arthur,
2) she has a very big house and only two people living in it,
3) she'd have extra help with the housework that doesn't involve Arthur accidentally poisoning people when he cooks or dyeing everything pink (or blue, or green, or that one memorable time, neon orange) when he does the laundry
4) it would be extra company for Arthur, and might mean she gets more time quiet time to herself, and
5) (which must never ever be mentioned to anyone on pain of torture) she can't help but feel guilty for taking advantage of Martin's desperation for the sake of the company, and all her motherly instincts want to make sure he loses the half-starved look.

Bonus points if at some point she ends up offering space to Douglas, too, and if Herc makes an appearance at some point!

Martin's Students

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Martin's students are actually very protective of their quiet pilot in the attic. So much so that the first generation of students added an extra clause to the student accomodation agreement based soley on the care of their house ghost: feeding him, fixing his van, helping him keep his accomodation. The second generation add more rules. And so do the third. All follow them without thinking.

For example:
Rule #23 - If anyone knows how to fix a car, Martin's van will always be one roadbump away from failing its MOT. Just check the brake fluid and the carburetor from time to time.
Rule #24 - If Martin's family (brother/sister usually) show up, he is NEVER in. (Addition, 2nd gen: this is a MUST), Addendum: MJN colleagues are acceptable and allowed.
Rule #30 - In emergency, call Douglas Richardson and/or Carolyn Knapp-Shappey. Martin won't think to.

Basically, I just want to see protective!students watching out for Martin.

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Inspired by the Martin's students prompt

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Martin Crieff is the safest man in Fitton. Why? Because whenever anyone hurts him/insults him (not in a Douglas-like teasing way, but actually is really horrible to him), there is a queue of people ready and willing to make their life as difficult as hell. First in line is the MJN crew, then Carl from ATC, then the ground crew, Dirk, Martin's students from the agricultural college...

Bonus points if Martin doesn't know, and is often confused when snotty stewards/esses and arrogant pilots from other airlines who put Martin down suddenly stop landing at Fittong airfield.

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