strictly BYOB

[whynot]

I'm going to try something. It requires your participation! And perhaps some sparkly text:

~*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!

Comments

Re: The travel back in time AU

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

(Please ignore the "There was." Typing on iTouches is messy. Also, this was meant to be a longer comment, but it was being complicated and the formatting was all off.)

She's not sure when the rain lulled her to sleep, but the second time, she wakes to insistent prodding of her shoulder and soft, sharp hisses of, "Lucy. Lu!"

"Wha-huh?" She peers up blearily. A small part of her brain is screaming at her to wake up in faster, but England has done a number on her reflexes.

"Over here, Lu."

Lucy looks straight ahead to find Edmund crouching down in front of her. He's just as soaked as she is. "Edmund?"

He nods and throws a quick glance over his shoulder. "How long have you been here?"

Lucy shrugs. "Where's here?"

"Only one way to find out," Edmund says, standing and offering her a hand.

Re: The travel back in time AU

[lazaefair.livejournal.com]

(Forgive me, I had to)

It's a sickly grey dawn now, and the guard who pokes his head over the castle wall looks equally sickly. Even his chainmail and helmet - and dim, unbidden memory tells Lucy it is quite good armor, though never as good as true dwarf work - fail to improve the impressiveness of his demeanor.

He looks down at them with a bored expression. "Your business in these parts, strangers?"

"We're lost," Edmund calls up, and pauses, clearly trying to remember the language they used to speak in lands like these, long ago. "We--"

"My master has set a riddle for all who would invoke his hospitality," the guard intoned, clearly enjoying his capacity as official pain in the Pevensies' necks. "The riddle you shall answer is this: what is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

Re: The travel back in time AU

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

I would contribute, but I must finish my gov. assignments. I just wanted to say that you are clearly on the right track and I want more of this omg so badly.

Re: The travel back in time AU

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

"An African swallow or a European swallow?" asks Edmund.

Re: The travel back in time AU

[lazaefair.livejournal.com]

"Hirundo rustica, of course," the guard returns superciliously, his brief rustle of excitement occasioned by Edmund's quick reply subsumed into an even deeper boredom upon hearing the reply itself. "You'll have to try harder than that. My master does not extend his hospitality lightly."

Edmund turns to Lucy and they share a frown. As he turns back to the guard, he absently takes one of Lucy's hands and tries to rub some warmth into it. Standing about wet on the English moor (or something resembling it) does not do wonders for one's constitution.

Edmund calls, "Who is your master, anyway?"