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mrua7.livejournal.comIs one having problems with their Visual editor? Am unable to post using it and had to switch to HTML so can't use the LJ cut with it or post images...
I sent a support request but was just curious to see if anyone else is having issues.
I sent a support request but was just curious to see if anyone else is having issues.
Abrupt Right Turn - Short Affair 7/11
Jul. 11th, 2016 10:34 amglennagirl.livejournal.comPrompts: wobble, arrogant, sky blue
I started writing and didn't realize until at the end I noticed all of the prompts were in the story. I hope that's okay![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jantojones ;)
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I started writing and didn't realize until at the end I noticed all of the prompts were in the story. I hope that's okay
jantojones ;)……………….
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Short Affair PROMPTS
Jul. 11th, 2016 11:02 amjantojones.livejournal.com
I almost forgot to post this. It wasn’t until I sat down to work on my own story that I realised I had forgotten to post next week’s prompts. Everything you need to know, for stories due on July 18th, is down below the cut.
There is still plenty of time to contribute to today’s posts from last week’s prompts. If you want to join in, you’ll find those prompts right here.
Remember, Section VII is a Gen site, but stories which are Het, Long-term Romance or AU can be posted in the Map Room. You’ll find the link for it down the side there.
Have fun.
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rose-of-pollux.livejournal.comShort Affair 7/11
Prompt: Wobble
Color: Sky Blue
Title: On the Mend
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~850
References my Baron arc and takes place after “Minuet of Forest,” but can be read independently of it.
( On the Mend )
Prompt: Wobble
Color: Sky Blue
Title: On the Mend
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~850
References my Baron arc and takes place after “Minuet of Forest,” but can be read independently of it.
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mrua7.livejournal.comSorry I was unable to do a cut. Having problems with LJ
Challenge: The Short Affair
-Prompt Word #1 - Wobble
-Prompt Colour – Sky Blue
Author: mrua7
Title: Lesson Learned
Word Count: Approximately 715
It wasn’t often that an UNCLE agent let down his guard, it simply wasn't a smart thing to do.
Yet Illya Kuryakin did just that; he’d gone to a jazz club in Greenwich Village, one that served alcohol. He’d ordered a shot of vodka as they carried a good brand and served it cold to boot.
There was a good jazz trio playing, with a pianist, a double bass player, a drummer and they were particularly good. They were so good that Illya was prompted to stay a little longer.
After ordering his third drink, nature called, and heading off to the men’s room; he was gone only a few minutes.
When Illya returned to his table, his drink was sitting there waiting for him and impulsively he downed it.
It didn’t take long before he realized something was wrong, very wrong. He felt woozy and sick to his stomach. He stood up, unsteady on his feet.
Being drunk on three shots of vodka was just not possible and he looked around the room for anyone suspicious….that’s when he saw her, sitting in the darkened corner.
It was Angelique, wearing a sky blue silk blouse and a tight black pencil skirt. She was draped atop a bar stool, looking as alluring as ever, though it had no effect upon the Russian.
If he could have growled, Illya would have but instead he turned towards the door. With a wobble he tried putting one foot in front of the other and staggered in the direction of the exit.
“Going somewhere Kuryakin?” She spoke from behind him now.
“Yes, preferably away from you,” he mumbled. “You did this to me, did you not?”
“Yes I did. Just a little payback for all the times you’ve eavesdropped on your partner and I when we’ve had one of our rendezvous. Are you some sort of voyeur? Do you get your jollies on listening to us make love?”
“Trust me when I say, I take no joy in it at all. I am merely looking out for my friend. Angelique, you are a member of the opposition and it is my job to protect Napoleon who at times can his own worst enemy when it comes to his choice of paramours.”
“Well I suppose darling when you put it that way I can let your persistence slide when it comes to our dear Napoleon. Though we are rivals in this little world of espionage, I do adore your partner.”
Angelique started to turn away but stopped herself. “Oh by the way it’s not poison, it was just a little something to increase the effects of the alcohol. Napoleon would never forgive me if I’d harmed his precious Soviet. You might have a hangover in the morning, but nothing more. Though you being Russian, vodka even doctored, might not do much to you at all. À bientôt, j'espère.”
“My heart be still,” Illya answered with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He watched as she walked away from him, disappearing among the crowd in the smoke filled room.
He headed out the front door of the club, whistling loudly for a taxi.
A checkered cab pulled up curbside and Illya climbed in.
“Where to buddy?”
He hesitated; did he want to go home or to headquarters and have medical find out what she’d really slipped him. Though he hated the idea he decided it best to have himself checked out. The bitch could have been lying and actually given him some sort of slow acting poison.
“Well where to Mister, I ain’t got all night you know.”
“Sorry,” Illya slurred his apology. He gave the driver the address of Del Floria’s.
“Hey I know that place. It’s closed this time of night.”
“What was I thinking...yesss. D’you know the Masque Club on the same block?”
“Yep.”
“Take me there please.”
“You got it buddy….hey just do me a favor and don’t get sick in my cab?”
“I will en-deavor not to do so.” Illya tried not to slur this time.
Once arriving at his destination Illya went into the club, and took the secret entrance back to headquarters and up to the Medical wing. There Kuryakin’s stomach was pumped and blood tests were taken.
The end result, Angelique had told the truth, for once.
Regardless of what she’d done and asked, he would continue to keep a watchful eye over Napoleon, and himself as well.
Lesson learned about letting down his guard...
Challenge: The Short Affair
-Prompt Word #1 - Wobble
-Prompt Colour – Sky Blue
Author: mrua7
Title: Lesson Learned
Word Count: Approximately 715
It wasn’t often that an UNCLE agent let down his guard, it simply wasn't a smart thing to do.
Yet Illya Kuryakin did just that; he’d gone to a jazz club in Greenwich Village, one that served alcohol. He’d ordered a shot of vodka as they carried a good brand and served it cold to boot.
There was a good jazz trio playing, with a pianist, a double bass player, a drummer and they were particularly good. They were so good that Illya was prompted to stay a little longer.
After ordering his third drink, nature called, and heading off to the men’s room; he was gone only a few minutes.
When Illya returned to his table, his drink was sitting there waiting for him and impulsively he downed it.
It didn’t take long before he realized something was wrong, very wrong. He felt woozy and sick to his stomach. He stood up, unsteady on his feet.
Being drunk on three shots of vodka was just not possible and he looked around the room for anyone suspicious….that’s when he saw her, sitting in the darkened corner.
It was Angelique, wearing a sky blue silk blouse and a tight black pencil skirt. She was draped atop a bar stool, looking as alluring as ever, though it had no effect upon the Russian.
If he could have growled, Illya would have but instead he turned towards the door. With a wobble he tried putting one foot in front of the other and staggered in the direction of the exit.
“Going somewhere Kuryakin?” She spoke from behind him now.
“Yes, preferably away from you,” he mumbled. “You did this to me, did you not?”
“Yes I did. Just a little payback for all the times you’ve eavesdropped on your partner and I when we’ve had one of our rendezvous. Are you some sort of voyeur? Do you get your jollies on listening to us make love?”
“Trust me when I say, I take no joy in it at all. I am merely looking out for my friend. Angelique, you are a member of the opposition and it is my job to protect Napoleon who at times can his own worst enemy when it comes to his choice of paramours.”
“Well I suppose darling when you put it that way I can let your persistence slide when it comes to our dear Napoleon. Though we are rivals in this little world of espionage, I do adore your partner.”
Angelique started to turn away but stopped herself. “Oh by the way it’s not poison, it was just a little something to increase the effects of the alcohol. Napoleon would never forgive me if I’d harmed his precious Soviet. You might have a hangover in the morning, but nothing more. Though you being Russian, vodka even doctored, might not do much to you at all. À bientôt, j'espère.”
“My heart be still,” Illya answered with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He watched as she walked away from him, disappearing among the crowd in the smoke filled room.
He headed out the front door of the club, whistling loudly for a taxi.
A checkered cab pulled up curbside and Illya climbed in.
“Where to buddy?”
He hesitated; did he want to go home or to headquarters and have medical find out what she’d really slipped him. Though he hated the idea he decided it best to have himself checked out. The bitch could have been lying and actually given him some sort of slow acting poison.
“Well where to Mister, I ain’t got all night you know.”
“Sorry,” Illya slurred his apology. He gave the driver the address of Del Floria’s.
“Hey I know that place. It’s closed this time of night.”
“What was I thinking...yesss. D’you know the Masque Club on the same block?”
“Yep.”
“Take me there please.”
“You got it buddy….hey just do me a favor and don’t get sick in my cab?”
“I will en-deavor not to do so.” Illya tried not to slur this time.
Once arriving at his destination Illya went into the club, and took the secret entrance back to headquarters and up to the Medical wing. There Kuryakin’s stomach was pumped and blood tests were taken.
The end result, Angelique had told the truth, for once.
Regardless of what she’d done and asked, he would continue to keep a watchful eye over Napoleon, and himself as well.
Lesson learned about letting down his guard...
PicFic Tuesday Prompt for July 20
Jul. 11th, 2016 01:54 pmglennagirl.livejournal.comPicFic Challenge has a minimum 500 words, is gen in content and adheres to canon as much as possible. Het or AU treatments can be posted in the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mfu_map_room, slash in uncle_du_jour. Section VII is always gen, suitable for all readers of any age.
Here's next week's prompt:
mfu_map_room, slash in uncle_du_jour. Section VII is always gen, suitable for all readers of any age.Here's next week's prompt:
jantojones.livejournal.com
Prompts - Wobble/Sky Blue
Word count (approx.) - 504
Despite it only being ten o’clock in the morning the man was clearly extremely inebriated. As he staggered and wobbled his way down the street, people moved away from him; not wishing to be near such a person. It was bad enough that he appeared to be covered in his own vomit, but he also smelled like week old urine.
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