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cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-08-05 03:44 pm
cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-08-05 03:44 pm
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Prompting Post VI
Please see the most recent MOD NOTE and ADDENDUM
(updated 5 July)
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
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
REPROMPTING
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 :)
As for everything else
- Be respectful to one another. Disagreements are fine, but not everything disagreeable is trolling. If you suspect someone of trolling, just ignore it. If you cannot respond to a comment without attacking or trolling someone else, keep it to yourself.
- No bashing prompts. It might not be your cup of tea - but obviously someone wants it enough to go to the effort of requesting it. So just scroll past it.
- Prompt away as much as you like guys - seriously, go wild - but please try to fill as well.
- Please no RPF. I'm not trying to oppress you RPF writers and enthusiasts, I would just really like to avoid any legal problems.
- When you post a fill (or post a new part of a WIP) please go over to the Filled Prompts Post (if it is complete) or the WIP Post (if there are still more parts to come) and, following each post's guideline's, post a link to this fill or new part.
NEW - If your fill includes a major element that veers from the original prompt (crossovers, established universes, kinks, et cetera), please take a few moments to check with the OP that such additions are welcome. This has caused problems in the past and it only takes a few moments of your time.
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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Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Arthur typed far more quickly than either Douglas or Martin expected, given… well… it was Arthur. He was smiling cheerily, and yet with just a touch of another emotion that was harder to decipher, even with their familiarity with one another. After just that quick burst of rapid typing and a few clicks, Arthur sat back in his chair with a happy sigh, a faint creak sounding from the very old, very used springs of the equally old office chair.
“What a flurry of fingerwork,” murmured Douglas dryly. “Were there any actual words or sentences happening there?”
“Four, sort of. Actually five words, four full stops; however you want to look at it, I suppose?” Arthur, as usual, was blissfully unaware of the sarcasm that flew right over his head without disturbing a metaphorical hair.
“Douglas,” chided Martin without looking up from the paperwork he was completing.
“Brief and to the point, hm?” Douglas said to Arthur, acting as if he hadn’t heard his Captain. “How unlike you, Arthur.”
Lifting his head, giving Douglas a ‘behave, you’ sort of frown, Martin then looked at Arthur, asking with genuine curiosity. “What were you typing on, then, Arthur? Emailing one of your friends or something?”
“Commenting on a fic, actually,” replied Arthur without hesitation, smiling still. “It was just brilliant!”
“A fic?” repeated Douglas with lifted brows.
“A fanfic?” Martin asked, then very carefully did not look at Douglas as he added, “O-or I think that’s what I heard it meant.”
“Yes! That’s it exactly.” Arthur almost leapt to his feet, gathering up his second-hand laptop—a brilliant Christmas pressie from Mum—and crossing to the desk where Martin sat, and now blushed very slightly, though still more than he would’ve liked. It only took a few steps to cross the small portacabin. “Skip, you have to read it. This is just the best thing, ever. Really well written and exactly what I wanted.”
“What, a story?” Douglas asked, catching up rapidly, being clever as ever. “You… what? Requested a story somewhere?”
“Yes! I posted a prompt… oh, ages ago, now… and someone filled it just the other day! I had an email notification waiting when we got in today from Brussels and I’ve spent the last hour reading it. Oh, it’s just… just… brilliant!”
“So we gathered,” Martin said in fond amusement at Arthur’s enthusiasm. “Where was this prompt you posted—I mean where did you post it, on what forum or… um… community?”
“A community,” confirmed Arthur as he turned his laptop so Martin could see the screen. “It’s a community for people who loved ‘Quest For Camelot’. You remember, the one with Hester Macauley as Griselda, the Lady of the Lake?”
“I hardly think we shall ever forget,” drawled Douglas with an elaborate eyeroll.
“God, yes, her,” muttered Martin, cheeks pinkening and brows furrowing.
“I know, it’s just brilliant that we got to actually meet her, isn’t it?” Arthur leaned one hand on Martin’s shoulder and reached out to scroll the screen up to the beginning of the document showing there. “See, I prompted an adventure fic, asking someone to write in another character who gets to help the Lady of the Lake and King Arthur, and maybe even have to be rescued from Excalibur.”
“The vampire who isn’t, in fact, at all a sword?” Douglas’ words were even drier this time, and redolent with disdain.
“That’s the one!” Arthur poked the screen with his finger. “He’s in this, too. The writer did it all! Made a cheery, nice guy who gets to be in on the adventure!”
“Representing you, I suppose?” Martin asked as he skimmed the text on the screen.
“Yes! So, in a way, I get to be in the movie… only it’s a story about the movie… and not exactly like the movie, but nearly like it, and—”
Douglas sighed heavily and interrupted Arthur mid-verbal-flail. “Yes, we get the idea, Arthur.” His gaze turned to Martin. “Well, Martin?”
Martin nodded to show he’d heard, reading rapidly—one of the talents that had come in so useful in his studies to become a pilot and even now, when he had to read documents they had to sign, obey, or possibly avoid getting into legal trouble over—and he slowly brought his hand up to cover his mouth, reddish-brown brows slowly climbing higher up his forehead. “Oh, my,” he finally murmured from behind his hand.
“I know!” Arthur agreed, either fairly certain where Martin was in the story, or just agreeing in general.
“Martin, give over,” Douglas prodded after another few minutes. Even he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t curious now.
“The… well, the character they added is a servant to King Arthur,” Martin said distractedly, eyes rapidly jiggling back and forth as he read. “Aloysius Smithson… heh… was once saved from drowning by the Lady of the Lake… and she sent him to serve King Arthur, as well as to protect him.” Martin looked torn between amusement and embarrassment, Arthur nodding and grinning as if the top of his head might bobble off at any moment. Martin glanced over at Douglas and went on in a slightly strangled tone—hand still loosely hiding the lower half of his face. “Ehh… well, um… King Arthur apparently becomes quite fond of his servant Aloysius… very, very, physically fond. Several times.” Clearing his throat, Martin’s blush increased till he was past pinkish and going for red-faced.
“Oh, Lord,” Douglas said softly, eyebrows high again.
“I know!” Arthur said again, still grinning wildly. “I get a whole bunch of love scenes and even get bitten by Excalibur!” He points at the screen with as much glee as if he had really been cast in a movie about his favourite thing in the world.
“Bitten?” echoed Douglas.
Martin nodded, clearing his throat again. “Um… yeah, he does. Woah… bitten and… Arthur, really?” The red wasn’t leaving Martin’s face. “Bitten and… well, let’s just say part of a very… uh… enthusiastic ‘love scene’ with Excalibur the vampire.”
“Enthusiastic?” Douglas’ chair—also ancient long before joining the furnishings in MJN’s portacabin—squawked softly like a bird being strangled as he rose and stood behind Martin’s other shoulder to look at the words on the screen as if somehow fearing it was all a joke at his expense. Or something he absolutely could not pass up seeing, as it would be ‘tease fodder’ for years.
“I believe the term ‘pounding him through the mattress’ is used more than once,” Martin replied with only a minor quaver of a suppressed giggle partway through.
“Dear God in heaven,” Douglas rumbled.
“And… and… go on, Martin.” Unshamed, undeterred, and unable to stop grinning, Arthur patted Martin’s shoulder. “It’s brilliant!”
Martin swallowed and skimmed further on, scrolling down without asking, nodding and taking his hand away from his mouth to gestur toward the screen briefly after reading a few more paragraphs. “Oh, yes, it does go on.” He cleared his throat one more time. “Apparently King Arthur lends his… ahum… manservant, Aloysius, to the Vampire Queen for a night so she’ll let him take Excalibur to the Lady of the Lake. More… um… ‘love scene’ here.”
Arthur giggled, nodding.
Douglas leaned over further, and Martin didn’t even need asking to point at the pertinent passage on the screen. The First Officer then cleared his throat similarly and nodded. “Indeed, quite a scene, it is.”
For several minutes, there wasn’t a sound in the portacabin, except the soft rustle of Douglas’ hand on Martin’s shoulder, patting him as he made a clear ‘scroll down’ gesture at the laptop.
“There, the last bit, look!” Arthur leaned closer, too, squeezing Martin’s other shoulder with zeal.
“Seriously? And you’re okay with this?” Martin asked with a mixture of surprise and confusion, still a bit ruddy in the cheeks.
“Of course! I asked to be included! They even used my initials, just like the prompt said!” Chuckling in delight, Arthur was beaming at them both and back to the screen as he said, “You have to admit, it’s incredibly clever.”
Douglas tilted his head, very briefly at a loss for immediate words, but then he said with widened eyes and a slow nod, “It’s something, all right. An underwater orgy between a very multi-talented manservant, a water elemental, a vampire, and a human king… oh, and what’s that about tentacles?”
“Oh! Yes! The Lady of the Lake’s companion is a sea-monster.” Arthur giggled again. “I know, it’s just too brilliant, isn’t it?”
“It’s…” Martin couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from the screen, mouth working a bit at words that wouldn’t come.
“Yes… it most certainly is,” Douglas chimed in on a hint of a chuckle.
“I had no idea you were… um… so…” Martin shook his head, fingers resting on his lower lip as he spoke, struggling against the urge to cover his mouth again.
“Open-minded?” Douglas hazarded.
Martin nodded in relief. “That. Yes. Open-minded.”
“Well, it’s not like vampires and tentacle monsters really exist, chaps,” Arthur said with a grinning eyeroll. “But it’s like I got to be in a movie, you see? Only, you know, not the same movie, but still… almost just like it.”
“Look at all the comments,” Martin pointed out, tapping the screen full of little animated icons, each above comments comprised of everything from single words in all-caps to paragraphs. And the most recent one, posted by someone with the user name ‘AS_Steward’, which simply read, “OP here. Best. Thing. Ever.”
“I’m so chuffed, really,” Arthur said, looking from Martin to Douglas with bright eyes and not a hint of a blush or worry. “You see why I said it was brilliant?”
“I… yes, of course… it’s…” Martin slid the laptop toward Arthur. “I’m glad you’re so pleased with it, Arthur.”
“Well, I suppose Arthur’s being happy with it was the whole point,” Douglas offered, the phrase not quite, but almost a question.
“Oh, but you have to leave a comment now, Skip,” Arthur said, stopping the movement of the laptop toward himself. “And you, Douglas. It’s only polite when you read someone’s fic to comment. That way they know people are seeing their hard work.”
“I… I’m not a member,” Martin protested.
“Neither am I, and we’d hardly make any difference, anyhow,” Douglas added. “Look how many there are already.”
“Awww, c’mon, chaps, please?” A pleading, winsome Arthur—when he really put an effort into it—was very difficult for his friends to deny.
Martin and Douglas exchanged a long look, and then an almost identical long-suffering sigh.
~~~
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
(Anonymous) 2013-01-07 05:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Mission accomplished!
Thank you SO much!
XD
Related Ficcy Goodness on AO3
Thanks oodles!
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
(Anonymous) 2013-01-07 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Thanks abunches!
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Best. Thing. Ever. :D ❤❤❤❤❤
Oh my goodness, that was perfect, and Martin and Douglas' reactions were amazing. Oh, I loved it. ❤
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Thanks muchly!
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
(Anonymous) 2013-01-07 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Thanks!
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-07 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
:D
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
(Anonymous) 2013-01-12 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Thanks so much.
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
I can't help but put myself in Douglas' and Martin's shoes. I feel awkward just knowing one of my friends has access to the porn I wrote, never mind *staring* in it! Arthur, baby, it's awkward! Which is why I love it!
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Thanks abunches.
Myheartinhiding did a related/follow-up fic for this, btw, if you're interested.
"OP here again. Best. Friends. Ever."
http://archiveofourown.org/works/662241
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever."
Re: Fill: Errant Comment Fic: "OP here. Best. Thing. Ever." (RELATED AO3 FIC)
"OP here again. Best. Friends. Ever."