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cabinpres_fic ([personal profile] cabinpres_fic) wrote2013-01-13 09:12 pm

Prompting Post Part VII

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



  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. Prompt away as much as you like guys - seriously, go wild - but please try to fill as well.

  4. 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.
  5. Please no RPF. I'm not trying to oppress you RPF writers and enthusiasts, I would just really like to avoid any legal problems.

  6. 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.


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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We've got ourselves a convoy (spoilers for Douz)

(Anonymous) 2013-01-13 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
On Google Maps, the road between Douz and Qibili is actually not that deserted or straight; it goes past or through a few small settlements and has a bend or two. As Gerti rolls past, she attracts attention of (and sometimes needs help from) bored locals and kids. By the time they all roll in to the airfield at Qibili, it's more of a parade or a rolling free-form party than just an aeroplane driving down the highway.

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(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded!

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Historical AU

(Anonymous) 2013-01-13 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
WWII AU.
Martin and Arthur are both young enough to be called up for national service. As a pilot, Martin gets drafted into the RAF. As an Arthur, Arthur desperately wants to go with him (as a mechanic or a navigator, or ANYTHING), but with no special skills he gets drafted into the army instead.
Seperations, angst, near misses, injury and close calls are all appreciated. As is an eventual reunion.

Bonus for Douglas and Herc in the Home Guard and Carolyn running the Fitton WI with an iron fist, churning out red cross packages for the boys at the front with an efficiency that's truly terrifying.

Bonus bonus if someone is declared missing in action and is therefore tacitly assumed to be dead. Maybe he joins the resistance, or maybe he spends the rest of the war as a POW. Either way I'd like to see the emotional reunion when he finally makes it home.

Re: Historical AU

(Anonymous) 2013-07-12 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn. That has potential. Seconded!

Supernatural Crossover; Arthur/Dean

(Anonymous) 2013-01-13 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
So this ship gets almost zero love from what I've seen but it's probably one of my favorite things (because of an RP I did one time) so here's me requesting a fic:

However you choose, Sam and Dean meet the crew of MJN, whether that be the Winchester's annual Las Vegas pilgrimage at the same time as a client needs to be flown to Nevada, or Sam encouraging Dean to get over his fear of flying and hires MJN to take them on a trip, or anything else you can think of.
Arthur admires Dean's level headed badassery. Dean admires Arthur's ability to find pleasure in the little things in life, and his closeness to his mother.
Fluff and/or porn ensues.

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(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
uuh, I liek it

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Tab A + Slot B = Sex Party

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Martin and Douglas are both inexperienced at penetrative sex with men, but that's fine. It really is. Martin has a gay sex operations manual, you see.

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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
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Crossover: MIB3

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur and Griffin meet.

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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
oh my god
megans_writing: (cabin pressure)

Tennis

[personal profile] megans_writing 2013-01-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Simply what the subject line says... tennis. The professional tennis season has started and I want to see our crew play tennis.

It can be an AU in which they are pros/trainers/commentators/agents, etc. Could be that Herc sprung tickets for Wimbledon and decides to take Carolyn on a date. Maybe the hotel the crew is staying at has tennis courts, and everyone finds out that Douglas Richardson is bad at least one thing.

Fanfic, fanart, fanmix, icons, really. Just give me something of our lovely crew of MJN Air playing tennis.
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Re: Tennis

[personal profile] ayantiel 2013-01-25 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I just.... yes. Please. Someone.
I'm already drowning in WIPs, please someone, save me and write this awesomeness!

Tennis, anyone?

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Arthur moves out

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
and despite all expectations, makes a good go of it

Carolyn, however, is having the worst case of empty nest syndrome the airfield has ever seen

(I don't know how Arthur can afford to live on his own, just work with me here, okay?)

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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
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woke up married in Vegas

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Martin wakes up after the Night Before, hungover, exhausted and naked. In bed with the client (not Birling, just no thank you). With a ring on his left hand.

Things get more confusing from there.

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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, this could be amazing...
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Arthur is an artificial intelligence

[personal profile] turkfox 2013-01-14 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
In the Journeyman Project series of games, there's an AI who lives inside your time travel suit and talks to you/translates/provides hints and he's called Arthur. He's always very jovial, happy and quirky and he loves to quote things in hilarious attempts at the voices.

In the third game, the time suit is a "chameleon suit" which can capture people's image and "wear" them so the wearer can pass in historical environments.

In the ending sequence, Arthur gets this body by staying programmed into the chameleon suit and capturing someone's image to use.

I'd like to see a fic where Arthur Shappey is actually Arthur the AI who was slightly damaged somehow. Carolyn would know, of course, but I'd love it if no one else did and then they found out at some point and helped to "fix" him and teach him things. The body works like any other body (needs fed etc)and he can feel/taste/smell everything.

(I'd be delighted with any fill, but if you can work in any Arthur/Martin that'd be even better! :P)
Edited 2013-01-14 03:13 (UTC)

Re: Arthur is an artificial intelligence

(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
interesting, I need to give this time and I might do something with this. Though it won't be much researched into this whole game or anything. Just going with the idea of Arthur as an AI bio-android. A shapeshifting one.

Knitting fic

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
all of MJN are secret knitters, (except maybe Arthur, who I can see crocheting amigurimi) who have been hiding it from each other, then they get a job to take a group of knitters to a knitting convention.

knitting fic!

Re: Knitting fic

(Anonymous) 2013-01-15 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Secondend so much :D

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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Martin is a pilot with Air England. The night after a crash, he wakes up working for a small charter airline in 1973.

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Herc and Carolyn slay vampires. As you do.

(Anonymous) 2013-03-11 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Does this mean Carolyn is a really late-blooming Slayer?

Herc and Carolyn Teasing Each Other About Age

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Both Carolyn and Herc make jabs about how old the other is getting.

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(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
This is real cute

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Douglas told everyone at MJN that they were taking his daughter on a perfectly normal trip for her birthday.

Except that he did not ask his ex-wife, so he is technically kidnapping her. Across international borders.

How does the great Douglas Richardson talk his way out of this one?

(Anonymous) 2014-02-23 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
GOOD LORD YES. This is brilliant.

Siphoning petrol

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Missing scene from Douz, Martin and Douglas "doing the sneaky bit" running around and siphoning the petrol out of the trucks.

Short fill - Dirty Bit (Time of your life) (NO WARNINGS)

(Anonymous) 2013-01-15 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're not the Black Eyed Pee's, Douglas, can you please stop using that phrase for stealing petrol?" Martin whispered and distinctly tried to keep any sort whinging out of his voice. They both hunkered down behind a truck, it was a safe distance away from a group of airfield attendants. But if they saw any sudden movements - it would not turn out well for them.

"I didn't know you were into American music," Douglas replied with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not the point," Martin frowned, "anyway, do we have enough yet?"

"Almost," Douglas replied and then started humming "Time of your Life".

"I didn't know you were into American Cinema," Martin took the opening and nailed it.

"Dirty Dancing isn't as bad as everyone says," Douglas replied, "plus it's Emily's favorite movie."

"Ah," Martin ducked around the edge of the truck to make sure the group of attendants weren't looking their way. He slowly swept his eyes over the field. No one in site.

"We'd better hurry,"

Douglas capped the petrol canister; "All right. lets go..."

And slowly, carefully, they made their way towards GERTI.

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A natural bottom, D/M or D/M/H

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Now I know for sure I'm watching too much gay porn. In some of the vids a guy was several times refered to as natural bottom and I can't get it out of my mind.

And now I'd love to read about Martin as a natural bottom please, being praised as a natural bottom and either just realising himself he is a natural bottom or having been craving it for a long time.

D/M or D/M/H, but please all consensual.

Re: A natural bottom, D/M or D/M/H

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmm, porny-trope-deliciousness.

M/D Martin is a Saint... Except When He's Not.

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin's love is pure, and gentle, and tender almost to the point of being angelic. So Douglas is caught of guard when, when Martin finally offers himself to him, he's rough, carnal, animalistic in nature, and quite possibly the sexiest thing Douglas has ever seen. Make it as obscene as possible, and then soften the blow with fluffy cuddles?
Bonus points for every filthy kink you can think of to add! (Shameless PWP)

Re: M/D Martin is a Saint... Except When He's Not.

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear Lord.
Dear Lord, I need this.
Seconded!

Fem! Arthur

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
So I woke up this morning to the realisation that a female Arthur would in fact be my little sister Jenny.
She is Autistic, and as such 25 with the qualities of an 8 year old.
Her room is pink, very very very very very, pink and full of teddies. She goes to work were she makes tea and coffee, and will try and help ANYONE, do anything.
She spends all her wages on DVD's and sylvanian families, anime and manga. Everything in her life is brilliant. She lives with my mum in a large house that she has her own part of, but somehow she spreads her self around the building so that you could never mistake it for being empty.
She has boundless enthusiasm like PollyAnna.
Oh and at Christmas she decided to make an Xmas cake with stuff she found in the back of the cupboard.
I love her, she is very beautiful with long chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, and she is my favourite person in the world.
So if someone could write her a fic....that would be brilliant!

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For want of a.....?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I came across the proverb yesterday:

For Want of a Nail

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

It seemed very Martinish.

May I suggest for want of proper insurance in St Petersburg MJN was nearly lost.
For want of a proper walk round, a BMW was lost (J/burg)

Martin is cold

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
When he's not flying, if thres no van work. Martin sits in bed, covers wrapped around him.
He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he doesn't drink.
He's fully dressed, maybe with gloves and a hat inn the freezing cold.


(maybe he sits thinking up prompts for a fandom based on his current situation)

Fill: Hyperborean

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
cross-posted at ao3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/753742

Hyperborean

It had always been worst in the winters. Back then when he had been a child, summers had been easy, all sunshine and model aeroplanes and laughter with his siblings. The wind in the willows, growing up in the English countryside, a real proper childhood.

Come November, December the latest, inevitably, like the strangest, most fragile clockwork in the world, his mother would start caring less.
The week after that, the temperatures would start dropping below zero. He never told anyone that the Crieff children preferred Easter over Christmas because it meant that Mummy had weathered out another cold season.

The first year after his Dad died, Martin almost decided to stay in his attic over Christmas, he simply couldn't bear listening to Caitlin's and Simon's stories about husbands and wives and children and the stone wall of Mummy's silent despair. But he was not a bad child, or a bad person, for that matter; if it meant that his mother survived another winter, he would gladly listen to all the uplifting, heartwarming displays of domesticity in the world.

They grew older and more apart. First the others stopped attending Boxing Day festivities, then they only came for that. But not Martin, no. Martin usually spent all of the quiet season between holidays in Wokingham, cursing the gods for letting this happen to his mother.

The third of November in the winter after he turned 30, Martin came home, sat down on his bed and, for the first time in his life, knew what it felt like. The depression didn't come instantly, suddenly, overwhelming and engulfing him until the only thing he felt was blank, cold despair. No, it crept into his life slowly, peeling away all the small, arthurean joys in his life, only leaving the bleak, bleached skeleton of failure. And then despair.

He was 30, and he hadn't accomplished anything with his life. He had three days off from his hobby, which he should be filling with proper work to pay the bills, but he hadn't had a job in weeks. His meagre savings had long been eaten away, quite literally, and one of the students had just told him that if he couldn't pay his electricity bills, he should bloody well not turn on the heating.

So he sat down on his bed, still in the uniform that was both his biggest treasure and symbol of all his failings and misgivings, and waited.

After fifteen minutes, his hands and feet began to feel cold, so he wrapped his duvet around him, but it didn't offer him a lot of comfort.

As the night progressed, it fractually grew colder in his attic room; the insulation wasn't very good. The students usually didn't make a fuss about it, they only stayed there for three years. He had been there for eight now.

Eight years of yearning, whether it was for his dream career or for simple human contact, and both was denied to him. He used to watch TV when he was younger, but eventually all movies in the world orbited around money or love, neither of which he could relate to. So he'd invested himself even more in aviation, trying to find anything on the matter that existed and then some. But lately, even that couldn't raise his spirits anymore.

At three am, his lips turned blue and his fingers under the cover were white. A hot shower would help that, but no electricity bill also meant no hot showers. Apart from that, he would have to get up for that and he simply didn't have the energy.

Martin's stomach rumbled, but he didn't really feel hungry. Either way, he didn't have money to buy food. He'd survive until the next flight, that much was sure. If he showed up for that flight. He couldn't really imagine getting up now. Every tiny movement he made now would surely disintegrate his very being.

Half four and he didn't mind the cold anymore. If anything, it was a dull, constant reminder he was still there.

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Douglas realises he's become attached to Martin

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow (lottery win, miracle, idek), MJN becomes an airdash instead of an airdot, and Carolyn naturally assumes that Douglas will want to be the captain of the second plane. However, once he thinks about it, Douglas realises that despite longing to be able to overrule his subordinates snarkily etc, he doesn't want to fly with some FO he doesn't know/can't play word games with/doesn't know him as well as Martin knows him. Cue slow realisation that actually he would rather stick being Martin's FO, and awkward confessions to Carolyn/Martin. Gen or eventual Douglas/Martin preferred

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Virgin Atlantic Advert

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Seriously the Virgin Atlantic advert, the crew of the plane are super heroes brought together to provide the best service across the Atlantic!

Seriously it's like the best MJN fantasy ever!

Re: Virgin Atlantic Advert

(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, this reminds me of several plots from various manga. :)

aka - +1

How Many Kinks? D/M

(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm in one of those porn loving moods. So let's see how many of these kinks you can get into one Douglas/Martin fic! GO!
Here's the list:

dub-con
BDSM
D/s (I don't mind an AU but it's more interesting to me when it's not?)
public or semi-public
humiliation
cross dressing (high heels and lingerie in specific)
Dark! Douglas
breath play
orgasm denial
punishment
spanking
size
voyeurism
object insertion
light blood play
pictures/videos
bladder control
dirty talk
toys
ice
gag
blindfolds
chocolate

Anything else you can think of is great to! Just get as many of those into the fic as possible.

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CP porn is the best.

I'm sure we can come up with a better 50 shades, lol

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Engine on fire. Again. Crosswinds. Sudden bad weather. GERTI's crashing, probably. On the bright side, at least Arthur's not drunk this time. Or is that a bright side?

Gen, please. Run wild.

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Martin is found alive, after a lengthy disappearance.

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It is not as though Douglas is going to do something terribly clever and fix everything. That is not what is going to happen at all. And underneath the stolid realism of that thought Carolyn is aware dimly of two other things: that what Douglas does best is being reassuring – reassuringly trenchant, reassuringly dismissive, reassuringly Douglas – and that now she's come out with it, finally given voice to the odd little theory knocking between the bones of her skull like a particularly irritating marble, he isn't actually saying anything at all. He's standing there, looking at her thoughtfully as though she's said something, if not profound, at least worthy of further consideration.

"I tell you what," he says at last. "How about I drive over to his house? I'll… I'll talk to his housemates. I'll be back in a while."

He's taking his keys out of his pocket without waiting for her answer; in a few minutes she sees him through the tiny window of the portakabin, getting drenched in the rain on his way the airfield to his car.

Carolyn sits heavily down at the table and wonders vaguely how on earth her life came to this. Arthur pops his head briefly in, then disappears. He's not talking very much today.

Half an hour later, Douglas is back, wet from the downpour. He comes right in, sits down next to Carolyn and props his head up on his elbows before he says anything. "I'm ready now," he says. "Tell me."

Carolyn glances at him. "We've never met his family," she says, abrupt. "I have never filled out any paperwork on his behalf. I don't pay him so I'm not legally his employer. I never asked to see his ID. The students…"

"Were unhelpful," Douglas finishes.

"Then," Carolyn pauses. "Could it be – Douglas, you are supposed to be telling me I'm a silly old lady now."

"You're a mad old bat," Douglas says tonelessly. "Go on."

"Could it be that Martin has never actually… has never been…"

"Here?" Douglas gets up and rummages onto a shelf until he finds one of their old logbooks, and opens it flat on the table. Martin's handwriting curves neatly across the pages. Rain is battering against the windows, drumming on the roof.

Suddenly, a drop of water falls from the ceiling. Douglas says something under his breath and goes to find a bucket. Carolyn doesn't move, watching the water on the ink, blurring, smudging, fading away.

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And now it's nearly time to be leaving. Toophan, voices murmur, at the edge of cognition; Martin tastes the word in his mouth as a coming of power. He raises a hand, and lets it drop; on the ground by his feet a small pebble, from somewhere knows where in these oceans of desert, rolls forward for the length of a finger. Martin concentrates and it comes to a stop, buried by more layers of sand.

He pulls his hood over to shadow his eyes, covers his ears, making his way through the concentric circles of the bazaar. First, food, on the outer rim; then lamp wicks and shoe leather and soap, through smaller and smaller rings of souks; then the hub: the other things they need.

A man throws a handful of flames in the air and catches them, flips his hands over so his fingers are uncurling like flowers with fiery petals in between. Martin dips his gaze, then raises it. "Tricks."

The man quirks his eyebrow. "You would know, sala?"

In answer Martin inclines his head, pushes back the hood on the left side, revealing for a moment the rusted practitioner's bar.

The man nods his head, a slow bow, respectful. "Salaam aleikum."

"Waleikum salaam." Martin buys essentials, quick and efficient. In the burlap sack with the dried fruit and flour he adds gilded oil, alcohol for sickness. When he starts across the rings of stalls again the muezzins are calling and in the sky the twilight is thickening.

Douglas comes to meet him at the very edge of darkness, coming in from the sands, carrying a light at his shoulder. it throws shadows dark and deep into his face. "Get everything? Did you have any trouble?"

Martin raises a hand to his ear; Douglas chuckles, softly. "Do you tell them how many times it took you to get it?"

It's affectionate, not mocking. Martin pushes the hood back over his shoulders for a moment, not ashamed of the rusting metal. Douglas's mark comes from a richer family and an earlier time – when only gold was ever used, braided to look like jewellery. Martin's mark was pushed through his flesh the way it was earned, painful and definite.

Gold bars, thinks an inner voice from somewhere else - gold bars, gold braid. Martin shakes it off and covers his head. Toophan, he thinks again. Sand and wind, lifting.

"Well?" Carolyn demands, coming out to meet them, the determined look on her face thrown into relief by the light Douglas is carrying. The cargo that was all in crates and boxes when Martin left has all been neatly loaded, and Arthur is already going eagerly through Martin's purchases.

"Dates!" he says, excitedly. "Oh, I love these, they're so sticky you can eat them forever."

"We will be eating them for pretty much forever, so hands off," Douglas says, lightly pushing his hands away, and as one he and Martin turn to face the desert.

"Time to go," Martin says after a moment, and takes Douglas's hand for a minute to define their terms. Douglas nods, pours a little of the gilded oil over their joined fingers and one by one they say the meaningless words – Martin's power is in precision; Douglas's in dramatic forms – and breathe in the precious, purposeful fragrance. They do it exactly by the book, this time, with none of Douglas's embellishments. They have seen wonders, through Douglas's practitioner magic. They have also set themselves on fire.

"Time," Douglas agrees. Their power joins, coalesces into something, and flows out into the wheels and axles and bars, becomes a stilled motion, something waiting for a touch to spring it into life.

"Onwards," Carolyn says, and they both leap into their seats. The caravan lurches forwards, with Arthur leaning over to watch the tiny stars the oil leaves as traces in the sand.

"Toophan," Martin murmurs, for Carolyn's ears.

"Storm's coming," she agrees, and then it's dark

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