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Ace groans.

That... landing... did not go well.

On the grand scale of landings, it's somewhere near 'Hindenburg', right behind 'Admiral Kirk blows up his own damn ship'.


Date: 2009-09-27 03:14 am (UTC)
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Raven flutters one hand weakly from under a pile of --

Those cannot be tribbles, can they?

Maybe they are just embalmed hamsters. Who knows.

Raven would just like it if they were not smothering him anymore.

Date: 2009-09-27 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They could possibly be tribbles. Ace did think that last crate of glowy blue grapes seemed a bit cheap.

And frankly, Raven's a big bird. He can dig himself out from under tribbles, thanks very much. She's entirely too bush making sure her head is still attached. It feels too spinny to be attached.

Date: 2009-09-27 03:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Perhaps it is only hanging from a thread.

These things happen.

Raven will test this by tossing a few tribbles at her face.

They are better than caffeine for waking people up!

Date: 2009-09-27 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's a few muffled protests at the flung fuzzballs.

Finally she catches one and flings it back in his general direction with a more articulate growl.
"OMG, Raven, WTF? STFU."


Um. Wait.

Date: 2009-09-27 03:27 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h-WTF)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven

Raven blinks.

That did not so much come out right.
Edited Date: 2009-09-27 03:27 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-09-27 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace rolls her eyes at him impressively, ignoring the situation in favor of a more favored past-time: Mocking Raven.

"BTDTGTTSAWIO." Duh, Raven. At least two times, at that.

Date: 2009-09-27 03:37 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h-WTF)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven

So there!


Then he finishes extricating himself from the tribbles and stands up.

Several of them may stow away in his pockets.

The rest appear to gravitate toward Ace.

It is like magic.
Edited Date: 2009-09-27 03:39 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-09-27 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"BTDTAW." Ace snorts, as she unlaces her right boot, tugs it off, peers down it, then tips it on end to dump out a pair of stowaway tribbles. "BYKT."

Which is followed very shortly by: "WTF, GTHA!"

Date: 2009-09-27 03:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven

He wrinkles his nose at her.

Then pulls her up by the back of her coat.


And in the now-tribble-less TARDIS, Ace and Raven are alone.


Date: 2009-09-27 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace wrinkles her nose at him. Again.

"IINSMAEOTPTIDNT?" She asks, dubiously. "NYJMIUTSS." He earns himself another eyeroll, though she doesn't do much else. Mostly because she's still hanging a good six inches off the ground from the back of her coat. "IMNSHO."

Date: 2009-09-27 03:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven snorts.

And drops her.


They do both have feathers. On occasion.

Date: 2009-09-27 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"OBF." Ace grumbles as she gets to her feet, dusting off her coat with unnecessary violence before heading towards the battered console. "IYWTSHTYOP. W. SPA."

Date: 2009-09-27 03:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven does not roll his eyes. Not quite.


He follows her to the console and peers over her shoulder.

Uncomfortably close is a good look on him.

Or at least he thinks so.


Date: 2009-09-27 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace huffs at him, but doesn't step away. She's busy searching through the computer's records trying to figure out.
"LTWA. SHTITGTCR... ACT..." She blinks at the screen, before announcing, succinctly, "CRAP."

Date: 2009-09-27 04:19 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven

Raven looks startled.

Then he laughs.


Date: 2009-09-27 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"PIMSATDOS." Ace shares, possibly with entirely too much honesty. But it's Raven. If you can't be completely honest with your crazy nominally older brother, then who can you be honest with?


Date: 2009-09-27 04:24 am (UTC)
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Raven tilts his head. It is a painful-looking angle.


He is a horrible bird.

Just terrible.


Date: 2009-09-27 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace giggles like the mean little pyro she is.

"SB. LDI."

What, he was expecting arguments?


Date: 2009-09-27 04:32 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h-WTF)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Not so much an argument, no.

There are reasons they are siblings.


What? They make for awesome minions. No one ever sees them coming.

Or going.

Well. Unless there are enough of them to make waves. Literally.


Is that a rumbling sound very close by?


Raven follows words with actions, droppin down below the console and pulling Ace after him.

Date: 2009-09-27 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace whimpers as she's pulled under, because suddenly the world turns into a raging river of multicolored fur. It goes on and on, like the rats after the Pied Piper, until the last one scuttles (rolls? ... perambulates?) out the TARDIS door.


Date: 2009-09-27 04:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven

Raven is a cruel taskmaster.


And hopefully this world has something like youtube.

Not that Raven knows about that.


Not this bird.

Date: 2009-09-27 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Somewhere three-quarters around the world, a new video-sharing website springs up.

Bosses everywhere intent on productivity are now groaning in disbelief.

"YAHHB." She informs him smartly, before heading off to see what she can dig out of the kitchen. She's fairly sure there were some wheetabix in there somewhere, and some leftover dough from the last time she and Spoon made cookies.

Date: 2009-09-27 04:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven beams.


He is a very vain bird, too.


And then he follows her into the kitchen.

Because Raven and Ace baking is guaranteed to end well.

Maybe they will cheat.

A lot.

Just this once.

Date: 2009-09-27 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Together, the two of them discover that if you cheat enough, you come back up through honest from the other side. But it gets the job done - soon their missiles are made, and they've managed to hack into the planetary CCTV.

The resulting videos?


Date: 2009-09-27 05:09 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h really laughing)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Their work here is done.



Date: 2009-09-27 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace manages to add a cat macro to the end of the video before e-mailing it to every major office on the planet, then hits the switches for the engine.

"... Well. That was different."


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