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cabinpres_fic ([personal profile] cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-02-03 07:49 am

PROMPT POST PART III

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(updated 6 June)

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.

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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

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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 :)

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REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM



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

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MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-25 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not the anon who promised a fill by the end of the week - but if they are reading, please, please post, as I would love to read it and would give hugs/jelly beans/otters if you filled - this is just a mini-fill to kick my stupid muse back into gear, and I have such a weakness for Martin whump, it's unreal...

Here is tiny fill for those who can't wait until other anon posts...


*

ring, ring, ring ring.

“Emergency. Which service do you require?”

“Er, Ambulance...ambulance, please quickly....”

“What is the nature of your emergency?”

“I-it's Marty, er, he's our house mate upstairs, a-a-and we didn't... the thing is, before there was all this shouting and screaming, a-and when we came upstairs to see if he was ok, he was just lying there bleeding, and Jesus, his arm, his arm's at a funny angle and he wont stay awake and he keeps saying sorry, mumbling it and flinching when we touch him, so just please please get here, the address is Parkside Terrace, Fitton, and... [voice distanced] fuck, Marty come on, stay awake, eyes open, please mate, c'mon... [close, fast] Just please, please, he's all pale, and his head's bleeding real bad and there's something wrong with the way he's breathing, get an ambulance here quick, god, please....”

*

ring ring, ring ring

“Mr Douglas Richardson?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is? Have I somehow slipped into an alternate universe where it's acceptable to call someone at four in the morning?”

“I apologise for the lateness of the hour, Mr Richardson, but are you acquainted with a Martin Crieff?”

“Yes, we work together – Why? What's wrong with him? Is he alright?”

“I'm afraid Mr Crieff has been submitted into A&E within the last hour. He hasn't regained consciousness as yet, and as we couldn't get in touch with any of the family, you were the only other name supplied to us for details.”

“Christ. I'll be half an hour.”

*

ring ring, ring ring

“Knapp-Shappey residence, Carolyn Knapp-Shappey speaking.”

“Carolyn, it's Douglas.”

“Ah, Douglas. You're calling bright and breezy today, all ready for today's flight to Toronto...”

“We aren't flying today.”

“I think I may have heard a twittering in my ear that suggested we may not be flying today. May I remind the little birdy who professes to be a pilot that this is an important flight for a treasured – read paying – client, and should he wish to remain happily employed...”

“Martin's in hospital. We aren't flying.”

“Good grief, what's the idiot boy done now? Don't tell me yet again fell into the trap of demonstrating how not to follow safety procedure again. Broke his ankle? Stepped on his toy planes and fell over? ”

“No. Martin is in hospital because he's pumped to the eyeballs on morphine due to the minor complaint of nearly beaten to death in his own home. His chart is quite a page-turner, I can tell you, it reads like a Christmas wish-list of GBH: fractured wrist, broken arm, suspected concussion from the impressive head injury he's sporting. Not the sort of thing on the Best Seller list, but it's certainly riveting.”

“Oh God.”

“Oh, and it gets better. I may have only done a couple of fly-by years at med school, skirting the edges of professionalism and actual education, but I can translate patient charts into layman's English enough to know that our captain's amassed quite a collection of bruises that aren't from today's encounter with someone's fists. And while I'm not a proper doctor by any stretch of my near-unlimited capacities, I'd even go so far as postulating that that boyfriend of his has been bashing him about.”

“Why didn't he tell us?”

“Frightened, maybe. And for a man who has the accumulated self-esteem of a shelter dog, I can't imagine it would have been hard for him to be manipulated into thinking that he'd done something to deserve it, want to keep it to himself.”

“Have they got the man who did it?”

“Swanned of into the dark of dawn I'm afraid. Whether Martin'll want to prosecute when he wakes up remains to be seen, so I don't know whether we'll have the pleasure of meeting the man in the flesh at any point in the future.”

“We can worry about that milestone when we get to it. What do we do now?”

“What little we can. Martin's not awake yet, but I think I'll stay here until he does. The food's not Michelin but the coffee is sufficiently over-milky and swimming with grit to be the perfect antidote to sleep. I'm sure our captain's health would benefit exponentially from being greeted by my glorious visage when he opens his eyes. You could fulfil the old cliché of bringing grapes when you visit, and don't let Arthur bring anything without vetting it first, mind you – I don't think Martin will quite be able to appreciate the subtleties of Surprising Rice at the moment.”

“I'll come round as soon as I can. I'll call the client – they wont be happy of course, but priorities come first.... If he wakes up before I get there, send our best?”

“Will do.”

*


You have five missed messages. First message received three-fourty-two am.

beep.

Martin. Pick up the phone. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad, it's just you're so infuriating sometimes and it's so hard to deal with you when you start getting irrational. You see how difficult it is for me, yeah? That's why I got angry at you, and I didn't mean it, course I didn't, I'd never hurt you like that without reason. Call me back when you get this ok?

beep

Jesus, you still lying there feeling sorry for yourself? Drooling on the floor and choking on your tears, it's pathetic Martin, it really is. It's a wonder I stay with you at all when you're so useless all the time. You just sit there and cry and apologise, begging like a bloody dog, instead of taking it like a man, I mean, it's fucking embarrassing...

beep

It's your fault you know. I wouldn't have to hit you if you didn’t' act like you do all the time, dropping things and forgetting things and eyeing up other men – I see you when we're out, the glances you give them, and of course I'm going to get jealous when my boyfriend's acting like a slut and not respecting me. And tonight, when you were talking about leaving, you just got so hysterical and were so nonsensical and stupid, and you made me hit you Martin, I wouldn't have to hurt you if you weren't so worthless sometimes....

beep

Answer the phone, you little shit. Christ, I gave you a fucking tap, you can't be whining about it still. Or are you calling your so-called friends, thinking they care enough to give a damn about you. They don't you know. They don't care, no one cares except me, and look how you treat me, always so demanding, and judging, always acting like you're the fucking victim...

beep

You better not be squealing to the police on me, Martin. Some bullshit about how I hit you, except you like it don't you, because you know deep down you deserve every slap, because you're so worthless and you ask for everything you get. You'll get more than a slap if you open your mouth, I'd make sure you wont be able to do anything at once I was finished with you...

Messages deleted.

ring ring, ring ring.

You have reached the answer phone. Please leave a message after the tone.

beep

“Oh hello there, it's Tony, isn't it? This phone gives the name of whose been calling recently, you see, the wonders of modern technology. This is first officer Douglas Richardson, you might have heard of me fleetingly, Martin's maybe mentioned me. The aforementioned man in question is currently recovering in hospital, and I'd congratulate you on your efficiency – really, none of us had any idea you were using him as a punch bag until the doctor's told us – if I wasn't calling to give you a warning. How very predictable I know, but c'est la vie. I just wanted to tell you for future reference, so file it away in that plebeian little head of yours, that if you ever touch Martin again, if you come near him or threaten him or have any part in his life, I will hunt you down and find you. Now that may not sound very scary initially, but then again you've got to take into account that an old Sky God like me makes, how shall I say, contacts, after so many years. Not the sort you'd want to bring up at family gatherings, or invite over for tea, lets put it that way. And while I would love to have the pleasure of rearranging your face into a Picasso and using your teeth to make piano keys, I've got some friends who I'm sure would manage the job much more discreetly, no questions asked, no courts involved. I'm sure your stunted little brain cells could understand that. Martin is a far better man than you give him credit for, and I am going to make it my mission to fix everything you broke in him, because I think you've got some of the key facts in your argument mixed up. I think you'll find that you are the worthless one, you are the pathetic waste of air whose only purpose seems to be terrorizing someone that is twice the human being you will ever be. Oh, and thank you for leaving the answer machine messages by the way, I'm sure should we wish to press charges the prosecution would have a field day with that as evidence. In the meantime, I hope our paths never have to cross again. I would hate to ruin my pilot's uniform by getting any blood on it.”

*

ring ring, ring ring.

“Emergency. Which service do you require?”

“An ambulance, if you please. Parkside Terrace”

“What is the nature of your emergency?”

“Well, I was just helping a friend of mine return back to his house – he's been in hospital you see – when we noticed there was an intruder on the property. On confrontation, the man became violent, and I'm afraid to say that in my haste to defend myself and my friend, he wasn't looking where he was going, and he took a bit of a tumble down the stairs. Dreadful accident, but the house is quite high, and with the momentum he had, he managed to make his way all the way to the bottom of an impressive three flights of stairs. He doesn't look very well, I must say.... Yes, I'll wait for the ambulance to arrive for him. He doesn't look like he'll be going anywhere soon at any rate anyway.”

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Go, go vigilante Douglas!

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
This fill is awesome. Martin just on the periphery of the fic just highlights how many protective people are around him. And your abuser is written really well, especially the growing aggression in the voice messages.

Good job nonnie.

And I too would love to see a second fill to this. :)

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oh God YES. Thank you author, this is excellent. <3

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-03-06 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
This was wonderful. And the bit at the end reminded me of that Baker St "intruder" who fell off the window. Repeatedly. lol

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This is fantastic! I was worried my other fill had taken too long, but you did a better job than I could've!

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-03-25 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
This little story did my heart so much good I can't even tell you.

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-06-11 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I've said before that I love this fill, and I've just prompted for a follow-up based on one particular line in it. I hope that's all right?

http://cabinpres-fic.dreamwidth.org/4885.html?thread=7235861#cmt7235861

Re: MiniFill 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-06-12 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
Awesome awesome awesome!
No idea why I just saw that know but I'm glad anon above me mentioned it again so I got the chance to read it.
Loved it!