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WELCOME - Prompts Post Part I

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(updated 6 June)

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.


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(Anonymous) 2011-07-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Just... give Martin a bit of pure happiness. Not the kind caused by tossing apples. The kind my mom experiences when, and I quote, "all the bills are paid, there's nothing to do, and the cupboards are full."

The longer you can make it last the better. Just make the man happy for once instead of torturing him.

Re: Bliss

[identity profile] 2011-07-04 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. This. PLEASE. That man deserves some happiness!

layer cake, anyone? #1

(Anonymous) 2011-07-06 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
two times no one realized that Martin had started to do book keeping for the mafia


"Carolyn, can I talk to you for a moment?"

The way Martin smiled at her told her she wouldn't get around this talk in the long run, even if she distracted him for the moment. "Yes, sure," she said and offered him the other chair.

"Thanks," Martin mumbled and sat down. "I feel a bit silly," he said, not looking at her.

Carolyn bit back the comment she had on her tongue and smiled encouragingly at him. "Just spit it out."

"I feel silly because we just had this talk about my wages," Martin said and scratched behind his ear.

"Oh dear me, what is it now?" Carolyn asked exasperated. She really couldn't afford to pay him any more than she already did.

"Well, you see, you don't have to pay me anymore," Martin rushed out, sounding embarrassed. "I'm fine now. And I'm sorry I made such a fuss before."

Carolyn leaned forward. "You're here to tell me you want to stop being paid?" she repeated.

"Yes." Martin smiled at her. "And to apologize for fussing before. But you were right, the company is in the reds enough as it is, I'm alright again now."

Carolyn didn't quite know what to say to that. "Apology accepted," she said then and saw the tension leave Martin's shoulders. He really seemed to have worried. "I don't think I want to ask why," she said then and Martin shook his head.

"You don't," Martin agreed. "But know that I'm no longer that strapped for cash. I've even bought some furniture back!" he said happily, before a shadow fell over his face, like he hadn't wanted to say that.

Carolyn frowned. "Bought furniture back?"

"Yeah, from..." Martin trailed off and shrugged. "You don't want to know that either."

"Martin," she started, but looked aside and stopped herself. She wanted to be able to pay him fair. She just didn't know how.

"It's alright, really," Martin said. "I've got a second job now that doesn't involve my van. In fact, I might not even have that van much longer," he said proudly like the time Arthur came home from school with an A in spelling. "I might even be able to buy a new one soon."

"Did you win the lottery or something?" Carolyn asked jokingly. "If yes, if you feel like buying an aeroplane, tell me."

Martin shook his head. "Better. It's just calculating stuff and adding numbers, very flexible hours, very nice boss."

Carolyn frowned. "Book keeping?"

"Yes. Accounting, just - you know. Easy really, but my boss seems to not realize how simple it is. Plus, he has other things to do."

"Well, as long as you're having fun," Carolyn said. She hated doing the books and had managed to get Martin to do it a couple of times for her. Arthur was always fascinated, sitting up with Martin until late at night with cocoa and chocolate. Martin sometimes tried to explain things to her son, but they both knew it was futile to get Arthur interested in learning that side of the business.

"I do. And he pays really well, like really well," he repeated. "And I know how bad it is for you. I love flying. I don't want you to decide that-" he broke off and smiled at her. "I better go. Still got a flight plan to check."

"You do that," Carolyn said and helped him pretend he hadn't just almost laid his heart bare. She would never decide to let him go. He had become too much of a family member already.

"I'll see you later on the plane," he said with a wave and left.

layer cake, anyone? #2

(Anonymous) 2011-07-06 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)


"So your van just reappeared?" Douglas asked, not hiding that he was seriously doubting Martin's sanity at that moment. When Martin had told him in a morose tone that his van had gotten stolen two days ago, Douglas had secretly hated himself for being glad that death trap was finally off the streets. Kids taking it for a joy ride would be lucky if they got to their joyful destination in one piece.

"Yes!" Martin exclaimed. "And believe it or not, it works better than before. But it is my van. All my stuff is in it. The brakes work better than before, too."

Douglas wanted to put his head in his hands and ask 'Oh, really?' but stopped himself from hurting Martin. They had been getting along better since their last fallout. Especially since Martin had taken back his demand for payment and Carolyn had given Douglas the Christmas bonus she had had to cut. That it was already March didn't really matter to either of them.

"They were really creaky," Martin admitted. "Especially in curves, the whole cassis would sometimes creak."

"And now it doesn't creak anymore," Douglas followed Martin's story.

"No, that's the odd thing. Who would steal a car just to bring it back in better condition a couple of days later?"

Douglas hummed. "Well, imagine you'd find a plane with a broken circuit board. You're really passionate about planes, so you'd probably repair it because you're a good person. Imagine there's someone like that for cars out there." If no one believed that, at least it made a good bed time story.

Martin just shook his head, however, and smiled. "Arthur would believe you," he said. "It wasn't you, though, right?" he asked, as if he wanted to be sure, just in case he had to thank Douglas.

"No, definitely not." Douglas said. "Sorry to disappoint," he added then.

"It's alright. I'm just glad the van is back. I've got to go to Suffolk tomorrow to pick up a door. Without the van, that would've been awkward."

Douglas grinned. "We could've driven the plane there," he joked, "remember the cricket team we picked up in Douz?"

"Yeah, I wonder what happened to them."

"Arthur might know," Douglas mused, recalling the postcard they had received for Christmas. It was still stuck to the wall of the portacabin. As far as he could remember, Arthur had written back.

And then it was time for the pre-take off checks and they both went to their assigned tasks.

* * *

In a roundabout way, this is my way of making Martin happy. Give him a job which he likes (mafia accountant!Martin) with flexible hours, that pays well, and is coincidentally a position of power. (Although for Martin and his self-importance, it's probably better he doesn't know that.) Soon he'll have a silver watch and a nicer apartment... just wait for the first Christmas bonus! ;)

Re: layer cake, anyone? #2

[identity profile] 2011-07-06 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
:D I like Martin the Mafia accountant. Flexible hours, pays well, just the sort of job he needs. And having some protection around is never a bad thing (and if they need to fly he knows this brilliant little airdot).

Re: layer cake, anyone? #2

(Anonymous) 2011-07-06 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I liked the idea of Jimmy Price going, "Do you need anything taken care of, Martin?" 'Anyone' being implied. Hehe. :D

I've got a whole (serious) plot line for this idea set up, but it just occurred to me that this might be better as a small fill. Not sure I could tell the tale of how the police interrogated Martin about that strange (money laundering) business he's cooking the books for, only Martin's such a stickler that they would never ever find anything. XD He'd be "it's all legal, just look at this and this and form 329B" and not worry at all about how him talking to the police might look to Jimmy Price.
We'll see! Maybe another prompt will lend itself to that particular story. ;)

Glad you enjoyed it! :D

Re: layer cake, anyone? #2

[identity profile] 2011-07-06 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Does that mean you'll write it if I ask nicely/prompt it? PLease, please, please. Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssseeeeeeeee. (apparently nicely means 'in a very annoying way')

Well, Martin would totally throw the police off, resulting in a nice bonus, wouldn't he?

Re: layer cake, anyone? #2

(Anonymous) 2011-07-06 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin would totally throw them off. And he'd know, because he's not Arthur, and he's not naive. I think I'd like that the most - he's a stickler for rules and regulations, yeah, but he's so sure that he absolutely follows the rules of the law, that he's doing an okay thing.

Not sure you'll ever see that written by me, though, since I don't know the rules of the law enough to really make use of it in a story. Maybe someone else wants to take it? ;)

Re: layer cake, anyone? #2

[identity profile] 2011-07-06 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
*snort* Oh, this is just lovely! Brilliant fill :)

Re: layer cake, anyone? #2

(Anonymous) 2011-07-06 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! Happy to hear you enjoyed it~


(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
*punches air in victory* Yes! My baby get's to be happy! Thank's sooo much for the fill. It's brilliant!

(And yes I call Martin my baby. No I don't care I'm over ten years younger than him.)

Re: OP

(Anonymous) 2011-07-08 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
I'm very happy to hear you enjoyed this!
I like making him happy. He deserves it so! :D

layer cake, anyone? #3

(Anonymous) 2011-09-03 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Addendum: He's Family.

Martin hates moments like these. He slumps a little more, making the chair creak. Roy looks at him like he did it to get on his nerves. He leans back and stretches his legs. There's not much more he can do, movement-wise. His arms and upper body are tied to the chair with duct tape. He sighs.

"We will be done here before tomorrow, right? I've got to be at the airfield at eight."

Roy looks at him like he pities him a little. Then he shrugs and makes a vague 'maybe' motion with his gun hand. Martin assumes it's his gun hand, because it's currently holding a gun.
Next to him, Falstaff is nervously twitching in his chair. He's bound the same way, but way more tightly coiled. "Shut up, Crieff," he hisses and looks at Roy like he's going to jump him any moment now. Martin has never liked him. He thinks he's a little bit dim – especially if he thinks he can skim from Mr Moretti without anyone noticing.

Martin looks at his shoes and thinks that before working for Mr Moretti, he never had shoes as nice as this pair.

When they can finally hear a car arrive out front, Martin tries to catch a glimpse of his watch. He wants to get some sleep before they have to fly to Monte Carlo. Falstaff is forcing harsh breaths out next to him.

"Hello, boys," Mr Moretti says when he enters the room.

Martin smiles at him and greets him back, wriggling his fingers. Roy greets him too with a nod. Falstaff doesn't do anything.

Mr Moretti sighs and looks at Martin like he's commiserating with him over having to sit in that chair for three hours. "I know," he says then, calmly and steadily like a cat poised for attack. He takes a few steps closer to Martin and leans in before he pats his cheek fatherly. "It's alright," he murmurs and nods at Roy.

Roy takes a knife and cuts Martin loose.

"Thanks," Martin mumbles and rubs his wrist.

"Listen, why don't you and I talk outside?" Mr Moretti says then and pats Martin's shoulder. Martin gets up and feels a vice-like grip on his upper arm. Adriano, Mr Moretti's personal body guard is 'inviting' him along the way he usually does.

Behind him, Falstaff clears his throat and when Martin looks over his shoulder, Falstaff smiles at him with the nastiest grin Martin has ever seen.

When they are outside, Mr Moretti looks at Martin. "Falstaff says you stole some money."

"Oh," Martin manages. "Well," he starts, but doesn't quite know how to go on. Saying, Well, I didn't, seems a bit childish.

"I know," Mr Moretti says. "He's an idiot. But he won't be your problem any longer."

Martin hums in agreement. "He was a bit odd to work with."

Adriano smiles at Martin like he thinks he's a bit of an idiot, too.

"Roy will drive you back. And here's a bit extra," Mr Moretti says and hands Martin a box. It's surprisingly heavy for such a small box. "For your good work," Mr Moretti adds.

It's not even close to Christmas bonus time yet, but Martin opens the box anyway. There's a little plane in it. Martin's eyes grow bigger as he realizes Mr Moretti bought him a paperweight shaped like a plane.

"For your desk," Mr Moretti says in an explanatory way.

"It's brilliant," Martin says and smiles. "I love it."

Mr Moretti relaxes and nods. "Well, Roy will drive you. He should be done in a moment." He turns to Adriano and tells him to go look for Roy.

When they are alone, Martin looks at Mr Moretti and thinks he looks a bit disappointed. He always does when someone close to him turns out to be dishonest. "I just want you to know," he begins. "I would never..." He's someone Mr Moretti can count on, and he also wants him to know that. They never talk about this business.

"I already know that, son."

And then, the one thing Martin has least expected from his no-nonsense boss happens. Mr Moretti hugs him one-armed, the box with the paperweight plane in it squeezed between them.

"We've got to go now," Mr Moretti says at last and lets go. Adriano opens the door for Mr Moretti and he gets in. They drive off quickly. Roy comes out a moment later and waves Martin over to his own car. "Let's go."

Re: layer cake, anyone? #3

[identity profile] 2011-09-03 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, a perfect story to end the day. Thank you :)

Re: layer cake, anyone? #3

[identity profile] 2011-09-04 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
I love how calm Martin is through all of this. He knows he didn't do anything wrong, and he's not going to let anyone bully him. :)

Re: layer cake, anyone? #3

(Anonymous) 2011-09-12 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
I love this newly confident, still sweet Martin, who's one of the family. I can just imagine Mr. Moretti introducing him to his favorite niece(or nephew, whichever)
I wonder what Douglas would make of all this should he end up seeing Martin's nice new place. Or maybe he goes to this restaurant in town that everyone knows has mob connections, but also has absolutely the best pasta he's had outside of Italy. Who should he find there but Martin sitting at one of the tables that are always reserved. Martin would introduce him around to a group of tough looking characters with interesting nick names and very firm handshakes.
ext_24392: (Dark Fae Girl)

Re: layer cake, anyone? #3

[identity profile] 2011-12-15 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
No, srsly, I guffawed. How very weird in a way I can totally believe would happen to Martin, even the 'good things' come to him peculiarly.

Nice job!