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~*ROUND-ROBIN COMMENTFIC PARTY!!*~
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
Monstrous Regiment - the thievery and shenanigans AU
The fact of the matter is, Polly really isn't sure how she managed to assemble her squad, and a little bit uncertain of the details on how she let Mal join, and still a little queasy about the possibility of Tonker burning down headquarters, and worries that one day an angel will strike her dead for making Wazzer get moving and stop praying, but in the end no matter how much she complains, she really likes them.
They make for a good team, and she's proud of them, and unlike some people (she's not pointing any elbows, but a certain coffee-crazed second-in-command could stand to listen) she doesn't mind letting them know.
She is especially indulgent with her compliments on nights like tonight, when their meals for the next two months are guaranteed even after everyone is paid off. (Who worries about lodging? The foreclosure crisis has made things much too easy on them.)
Really, though, it only takes one small incident to snap her entire good mood.
"Mal, I swear, are you spending all your money on exotic coffee again?" she snaps, and Mal shifts and looks guilty and tries to hide the bag behind her back.
"No," Mal says. "Of course not!"
Polly would go visit Shufti, but she is fairly certain Shufti brought a guest home tonight, and she would go entertain herself with Wazzer, but Wazzer is praying again and Polly really doesn't want to encourage death-by-angel more than she already has, and she would - okay, no, she'd never really consider hanging out with Tonks and Lofty at night, because fire would be involved.
Which leaves her Mal, who is cranky because Polly's being commanding, enigmatic as always, and dressed in black again.
Maybe she should just hibernate in her room for a while.