Mar. 21st, 2019

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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
Someone very kindly left a Kudos on a story on AO3, a PicFic from 2015.  In looking at the original comments here on LJ, and one on AO3, it seems the general consensus was that it needed either a prequel, sequel or both.  I was very surprised at the response, and obviously have done nothing about writing more for it since it still stands alone.
Is this story something that would be of interest as a group project, possibly Call and Response or Round Robin?  I'm thinking perhaps it does deserve more attention, and looking forward (after completing ABC), we might have a joint effort to make it complete.
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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
It was not my intention to do so, but I seem to have a WIP on my hands.  I'll try to keep at it daily... maybe even just finish it off.
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Prompt: A Little Hope

I think the general idea of the song is here, but admittedly, I've wandered a bit.

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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

They finally made it back to the harbor and it was there Napoleon insisted Illya take a rest on one of the many benches that lined the docks.


It was late and everything was serene. No one was around and the Natchez was long gone.


They could hear the sounds of the river and it had a rather calming effect on both of them.


“This is nice for a change, just a bit of peace and quiet.” Napoleon said. He pulled a pack of Lucky Strikes from his inside pocket and lit up a cigarette for himself. He would have offered one to Kuryakin but it was his last one. After a long drag he held it out to his partner but for once the Russian waved it off.


“Peace and quiet can only be a lull before the storm perhaps,” Illya countered.


“Always have to ruin the moment, don’t you?”


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[identity profile] jkkitty.livejournal.com
The agents surfaced under a dock, Napoleon sputtering water from his lungs.  “Did you have to push me in?  I wasn’t ready.” 

“It was either get into the river or shot.   I thought you would prefer the water than a bullet in the back,” Illya started shaking his hair with droplets hitting Napoleon in the face.

“Aren’t I wet enough? Stop it,” looking around he continued.  “You realize we’re surrounded.”  A squawking sound called their attention to the brown Pelicans standing above them on the dock.  

“They are not dangerous unless we threaten their nest so don’t worry,” Illya explained just as the sound changed to a loud popping sound as the birds became to snap their bills together making a loud popping sound that resonated in their throat pouch.

“Why are they making that sound now?” Napoleon asked as Illya yelled.

“There must be a nest around here.   Move it.  They aren’t friendly to those who disturb their nest.”

Napoleon began swimming quickly, “It’s not bad enough we have a group of thrushes after us now we have pelicans too.”  He complained as they moved further downstream.
[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
“Have you got it?” asked Napoleon.

He and Illya were packing up ready to go to the airport. They were heading back to New York to report on their latest assignment in New Orleans.

“Got what?” Illya was momentarily puzzled before realising what Napoleon was talking about. “Oh, you mean the. . . Yes. It is in my carry-on bag.”

“Take good care of it. You know how the Old Man gets.”

Illya nodded solemnly. He would protect his bag as though his life depended on it.

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