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curuchamion) wrote2011-04-08 11:15 pm
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Fic snippet: Mundane
Some months ago, I did one of those memes where you ask people for writing prompts. (Yes, I know... someday I shall either learn not to do that or start actually writing things in a timely manner.) Anyway, eponymous_rose asked me for Legend fic using the prompt "mundane".
This is what happened. At least, it's one of the things that happened. erose (sorry - I'm learning continuously compounded interest in math class *g*) has already seen it, but I figured I might as well put it up publicly.
Title: Mundane
Summary: "Janos, do you ever wonder what normal people do on a Saturday night?"
Notes: 200-ish words. Gen, rated G.
"You know, Janos," Ernest Pratt mused, "if you hadn't started fiddling around with the course of that river, we wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"I wouldn't call it a mess, exactly," retorted Janos Bartok, looking up from rifling his coat-pockets just long enough to shoot Ernest a look of wounded dignity. "Think of it as... an inspiration."
"Oh, sure. An inspiration." Pratt wrinkled his nose at the word. "Our heroes are chained together, by the ankles, in the bottom of an abandoned mine shaft. The villain has thrown the key into a Bottomless Pit! Of course in the best dime-novel tradition it lands on a convenient ledge just out of reach... and instead of simply hitting the rusty chain with a rock," he yanked on said chain to illustrate his point, earning him a slightly distracted glare from his preoccupied friend, "Nicodemus Legend insists on saving the day with Science. Capital S. That's not an inspiration, Janos, my friend; that's--" He waggled his index finger tellingly in the air. "--a cliché!"
"All right," said Bartok equably, "it's a cliché. Sit on my legs, please." And he flopped onto his stomach and leaned over the edge of the bottomless pit.
eponymous_rose asked me for Legend fic using the prompt "mundane".This is what happened. At least, it's one of the things that happened. erose (sorry - I'm learning continuously compounded interest in math class *g*) has already seen it, but I figured I might as well put it up publicly.
Title: Mundane
Summary: "Janos, do you ever wonder what normal people do on a Saturday night?"
Notes: 200-ish words. Gen, rated G.
"You know, Janos," Ernest Pratt mused, "if you hadn't started fiddling around with the course of that river, we wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"I wouldn't call it a mess, exactly," retorted Janos Bartok, looking up from rifling his coat-pockets just long enough to shoot Ernest a look of wounded dignity. "Think of it as... an inspiration."
"Oh, sure. An inspiration." Pratt wrinkled his nose at the word. "Our heroes are chained together, by the ankles, in the bottom of an abandoned mine shaft. The villain has thrown the key into a Bottomless Pit! Of course in the best dime-novel tradition it lands on a convenient ledge just out of reach... and instead of simply hitting the rusty chain with a rock," he yanked on said chain to illustrate his point, earning him a slightly distracted glare from his preoccupied friend, "Nicodemus Legend insists on saving the day with Science. Capital S. That's not an inspiration, Janos, my friend; that's--" He waggled his index finger tellingly in the air. "--a cliché!"
"All right," said Bartok equably, "it's a cliché. Sit on my legs, please." And he flopped onto his stomach and leaned over the edge of the bottomless pit.