Weather It Out - PicFic 9/5

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

A day late, but it's PicFic nonetheless :D
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THRUSH was at it again, trying to manipulate the weather with one of their outrageous scientific inventions.  Weather machines were the stuff of science fiction, and yet here was one in the hands of the most dangerous criminal organization in the world.

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Ready, Set... Drabble

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A Little Drabble Do Ya! 06 September, 2017. Tricked! (101 words)

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

(sorry about this one. It wrote itself. I couldn't resist)

          “Are you sure about this Napoleon?”

Illya was clearly unsure. Napoleon grinned impishly.

           “Absolutely, nothing to worry about. I come here all the time. It’s a great way to relax after a heavy workout.”

           “Napoleon, I’d sooner shower. What is so great about a sauna? I dislike hot temperatures.”

Napoleon opened a door and shoved his partner through.

           “Through that other door there. Trust me, Illya. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

           “Frequently!” Illya stepped through the door. He was met with a bevy of elderly ladies with easels. The teacher steered him to a chair.

           “Welcome to our life-drawing class!”

 

"Turn around"

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Taking lilidelafied up on her offer. This is a response to her drabble posted today.

Illya emerged from the ‘life-drawing’ class wearing his terry cloth robe and looking quite smug.

As expected, leaning against the opposite was was his partner who’d lied to him, telling the Russian he was going into a nice relaxing sauna...not that Illya wanted to, but when Napoleon insisted, it was hard to say no.

Solo immediately grinned. “Enjoy the sauna, I’m sure it was warm enough as you were on the hot seat.”

“Spare me your ridiculous puns. As a matter of fact I enjoyed the session; I have no reservations disrobing in front of women, regardless of their age.  Since they were there to sketch a handsome nude male, they had no qualms either.

Solo noticed writing on Illya’s arms...numbers, telephone numbers?

“Oh, that, “ Illya snickered.”The ladies thought I might enjoy dating some of their daughters...their photos indicated they were quite pretty; plenty of blondes, a brunette and even a red head.”

Napoleon’s jaw dropped as he stared at Kuryakin in envy.

“Perhaps you should model for the class next door?” Illya suggested.

“Another class? Sounds good to me,” Solo grinned. Finding the dressing room, he changed, slipping into a robe.

Napoleon sauntered into the classroom, grinning from ear to ear. He was going to enjoy outdoing his partner as he was sure he'd get more phone numbers.

The room was filled with elderly men...

Inspiration - A Little Drabble-and a half-'ll Do ya! - September 6th

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“Sit down, gentleman,” Mr Waverly instructed, without looking up from the file he was reading.

Napoleon and Illya sat in silence as they waited for their boss. Eventually, the old man gave them his attention.

“I am informed that the Section 7 secretarial pool are not filing your reports when they should be,” he told them. “Why would this be?”

“I honestly couldn’t say Sir,” Napoleon replied, with a shrug.

“I believe there are varying reasons,” Illya stated. “Many have recently had a lot more to do, some are having health issues, while others seem to be a little unmotivated. These are all things which happen in an office from time to time but, this time, it all appears to have occurred simultaneously.”

“How would either of you suggest we resolve this issue?”

A grin appeared on Napoleon’s face.

“I’m sure that, between us, Illya and I can provide inspiration.”