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Las ([personal profile] whynot) wrote2009-11-27 09:56 pm

gratuitous drunk post

Did everyone have a good Thanksgiving/Idul Adha? Everyone that's not a turkey, goat, or cow? GREAT. Wonderful! I just sent off a request for extension for Solstice. 'Cos, you know. Overambitiousness with overcompensation. You know how it goes.

What have I been up to? Trying to compile my notes for Ideologies/Mythologies, make a cheat sheet for my awesome assignments and also that final. Networking like a motherfucker! I woke up today and the first thing I did before showering and food was send shmoozy emails to contacts of contacts in DC, goddamn. You know. Just trying my best to not be homeless next semester. YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES. But then I got distracted by It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I only want fic for it in the way that I want fic for any thing I'm exposed to for more than 2 hours.

Oh, and I'm up to 4.02 of Friday Night Lights I'M GLAD IT'S BACK.

I didn't sign up for [livejournal.com profile] xover_exchange, but here are some of the prompts that I thought of that need to be written by someone:

Narnia/X-Files. Susan moves in next to Mulder's apartment, and the two end up unexpectedly bonding over lost siblings and stories no one else believes.

X-Files/Harry Potter. Mulder and Scully investigate grisly murders, weird disasters, and people losing their memories. Little do they know that these crimes are being committed by Death Eaters. Some insight on what the Wizarding World is like in the US would be great, as would what Voldemort's influence outside of Britain actually is.

Harry Potter/Leverage. The team goes on a job in the wizarding world.

X-Files/Merlin. Uther invites Sir Fox Mulder and the Lady Dana Scully to come to Camelot and get to the bottom of strange happenings that Uther thinks is caused by evil sorcerers.

Leverage/Skins. Cassie is hired to be the Leverage receptionist.

Narnia/Merlin. Jadis and Nimueh are living together, occasionally irritating each other but also helping each other to get over the past. Or maybe instead of living together, they play chess together. Or play croquet together. I'm not picky.
Also Godric Gryffindor and Aslan should hang out.

I really wanna find out about the goats that get stared at by men and where the wild things hang out but there are no cineplexes in suburban Massachusetts where these are playing? THE SUBURBS ARE DUMB. DUMMMMMMMMMB.

OBSERVATION: After an It's Always Sunny marathon, everyone gets really argumentative in creative ways over really stupid shit. Except the show is called "The Weather Sucks in Boston".

Re: Also? Tag - you're it!

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-11-28 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
THIS IS THE GREATEST.


You think fighting off prejudice is difficult in the Muggle world, oh man. Try the wizarding world. Here are a people who don't have to make as many compromises in the world because they have the ability to change it to whatever they want. Skin color getting in your way? Charm it to something more suitable. Age getting you laughed at? Polyjuice those wrinkles and baby fat away. There's an easy answer to everything in the wizarding world, and Hardison has long suspected that this leads to some lazy attitudes about the status quo.

"That's why I'm here," Kingsley is saying. "The security around the grail protects against wizards and witches, but not against non-magical peoples."

"Which is where we come in," Nate finishes.

Kingsley says, "Alec has told me of your competence in these matters."

Nate frowns at Hardison. "Have you now?"

"Hey, we did some pretty badass shit, man," Hardison says. "It's easy to talk about, you know what I mean?"

Sophie leans forward and touches Kingsley's arm. "What sort of grail are we talking about here?"

"I stole a grail once," Parker pipes up. "They're not dishwasher-safe, just FYI."
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ZOMG THE GRAIL, IF YOU ARE TRYING TO SNEAK MERLIN IN HERE I WILL DIE, MISSY

[personal profile] dhobikikutti 2009-11-28 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It comes as a surprise to no one except Nate that Sophie dated and then conned, or perhaps it was the other way around, a Ravenclaw once.

Parker immediately plonks herself on the floor listening to the intent, complicated conversation between Sophie and Shacklebolt with the delighted air of a child who is finally being told a bed time story involving things blowing up instead of fuzzy bunnies.

Nate should be listening to the debriefing session as well, but instead he is hiding behind a large roll of blueprints, a sheaf of parchment, and a very large glass of whiskey. Shacklebolt generously assumes he is dealing with the shock of knowing magic exists. Everyone else more accurately realises that he is sulking about a factor he cannot control.

Hardison, meanwhile, has followed Elliot into the living room. Elliot is methodically dousing the fire that should not have been able to exist in the fake decor fireplace in the first place.

He is doing so with a wand.

Hardison says nothing.

"Did you know?" Elliot growls, without turning around.

"Hey, man," Hardison says with an odd sort of gentleness in his voice, the kind that might come from caution, or sadness. "At least you chose to leave."

When Elliot glances over his shoulder with eyes narrowed in sudden comprehension, Hardison shrugs and grins wryly, "At least they call us geeks instead of squibs, here."

I'm just saying it's a distinct possibility, is all.

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-11-28 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
In the North End, in an alley between a wine bar and a swanky seafood place, is a nondescript wall, cracked and stained in a generic sort of fashion. People never look twice at this alley and never hang around, and criminals, they always find some other alley to do their business in. It's not that they don't want to be near this alley, it's just that they always find themselves wanting to be somewhere else.

"This is where wizards hang out?" Nate says skeptically, looking around.

"No," says Kingsley. "It's right through here." He points his wand at a stain vaguely shaped like Azerbaijan and says, "Alohomora."

"Oh Kingsley, I haven't been in years," Sophie says, quietly but giddily. The wall disappears and reveals what appears to be a bustling downtown area of a world where everyone wears Snuggies. Sophie says, "I can't wait to have... What were they called? Those drinks that I liked?"

Kingsley smiles. "Butterbeer."

"Yes!"

"You might be a little disappointed," Kingsley says as they step through. "American butterbeer is terrible. It's quite watery."

"Man, I have not been here in far too long!" Hardison declares.

"Not long enough," Eliot mutters.

"The first order of business," Kingsley announces to the group, "is to find you some proper robes."

"What's wrong with my suit?" Nate protests.

"Well," says Kingsley, "I think you may want to... fit in in the wizarding world. Is it not the first rule of confidence schemesters to blend in with one's surroundings?"

"No," Nate says firmly. "It's 'always have an exit strategy'."

There is a silence in which many "oh no!" glances were exchanged between the rest of the team. Well, the rest of the team except Parker, who says, "I thought the first rule was 'travel light'."

"That's definitely it," Eliot cuts in. "Traveling light."

"Yeah, only the bare necessities," Hardison agrees. "Sometimes I don't even bring extra underwear, they just weigh me down."

Eliot makes a face at him as he steps away. "Dude."

"...My mistake," Kingsley concedes.

"Easy one to make," says Nate evenly.

"Let's go shopping!" Sophie exclaims, and everyone else for once enthusiastically agree.
dhobikikutti: earthen diya (Default)

LMAO at underwear banter. Also, since I know nothing of Merlin, I leave that to you

[personal profile] dhobikikutti 2009-11-29 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Nate looks completely, irrevocably ridiculous in wizard robes. This is, as he explains snidely to a vastly amused (and impeccably witch-like) Sophie, a feature and not a bug.

"I meant to look silly. It's to our advantage to have them all underestimate me, and we need Shacklebolt to genuinely feel the same way for... verisimilitude."

Sophie eyes Kingsley's broad, capable back with what Nate finds to be an entirely too appreciative assessment. "Well, Nate, if Hardison is his cousin, I am sure he's much too smart to be taken in very easily. You'll probably have to try very hard to look like a fool to take him in."

Nate ignores this in favour of narrowing his eyes at Hardison, who is timing how fast Parker can shoplift the limited-edition Swoosh! sneakers in the display window's pride of place. "We don't know a lot about Hardison's relationship with this... this subculture."

Eliot had refused to enter the store with them, and had stalked off pugnaciously around the corner, ignoring Hardison's cheerful cry of "Pick up some extra boxers for me, will you?"

When he returns the agreed upon meeting place three hours later, Sophie and Kingsley are doing the sort of Formidable Opponent flirting that seems like royal intrigue, and Nate is trying to steal their firewhiskey. Parker is staring at the bar tender's hands as the woman mixes drinks using her wand as a third hand.

Hardison is sitting uncharacteristically small and silent, fidgeting with the fake wand that Kingsley handed out to all of them, with a bland, "... for verisimilitude" that had Sophie choking into her drink. When he sees Eliot walk in, dressed in a ribbon shirt, hair beaded and feathered in formal regalia, he gives a wide smile. "So you didn't go to one of those preppy East Coast magic schools after all," he says.

Eliot sits down and does not use a wand to get himself a drink. "I did."

Hardison frowns.

Eliot smiles the tight angry smile that is more dangerous than a glare. "I didn't let them make me one of them, though," he says, and doesn't scowl when Hardison bumps his shoulder in some obscure, over-emotional gesture of solidarity.

OVEREMOTIONAL GESTURES OF SOLIDARITY ARE SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON.

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-11-30 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Who needs magic when you have the internet? Not Hardison. Magic never needed him, but now, apparently, it does. Hardison tries not to feel too smug about it.

When Hardison was a kid, he tended to end up with his ears charmed purple or his nose twice its size, or his legs locked, or his pants transfigured into tutus. Squib squib squib, the other kids would chant gleefully, and Hardison would demand to fight a fight without magic, see how gleeful they all are without their stupid wands, but nobody would listen to him. They didn't have to listen to him; he couldn't make them.

One day, he was told, "Alec, you're going to be living with this very nice lady now." Alec had been skeptical of course. Grown-ups like to say things like 'very nice lady' but then you find out she's a dentist or something. The lady didn't look like a dentist, but who can tell these days anyway? Sometimes dentists take off their medic robes and wear regular robes; it's hard to tell.

The introduction continued, a little awkwardly, "She's... she's like you."

The 'very nice lady' said, "She mean I don't got magic. It's okay, girl, ain't no harm in saying it. It's nice to meet you, Alec."

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Well," she replied, "you can call me Nana."

"That's a silly name," said Alec.

But she was not a silly woman. When he walked out of there that day, with all his stuff in a bag that Nana carried for him, she said, "You and I gotta stick together, people like us. I heard about them other kids picking on you. Sometimes people try to game us squibs around, you know, but you remember that don't make them better than you."

"I know," said Alec, who didn't, but liked the sound of what she was saying, and the conviction she said it with.

"Games is games, but self-respect is self-respect."

"Where are we going?"

They had left the boundaries of the neighborhood Alec knew. Back a while ago, they had crossed through a tunnel and there was a weird feeling like something had changed in the air, some indefinable quality he wouldn't even know how to begin describing. It was weird, but not bad per se.

"We're going home, son," said Nana, "and we're taking the bus."