Word of the Day

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MONDAY, FEBRUARY 10

Wunderkind

[VUN-də-kihnd]Part of speech: noun

Origin: german, late 19th century

• A person who achieves great success when relatively young.
• A child prodigy.

Examples of Wunderkind in a sentence

• She earned the nickname Wunderkind when she sold her startup for $5 million at age 23.
• The piano teacher always hoped that she might come across a wunderkind in her lessons.

About Wunderkind

All proud parents watching their children learn new skills might be tempted to use the word wunderkind. But you would be called rude if you pointed out that wunderkind should be reserved for a child prodigy who is producing work at the level of an adult. If their pride and joy grows up to be an unusually successful twentysomething they can use wunderkind again.

Did you Know?

Some things just sound cooler in a foreign language. You could call that talented kid a child prodigy, but wunderkind is so much more fun. The direct translation from German is wonder child, and don't forget to pronounce the "V" at the beginning of wunderkind.

Short Affair PROMPTS for February 17th

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I forgot to mention when I posted the prompts last week that the stories due today fall at the beginning of the week of Valentine's day. So, if your planning to write anything for today feel free to inject some romance. You can find the prompts for today's stories by following this link.

https://section7mfu.livejournal.com/2736250.html

The prompts for stories due on 17th February can be found below the cut.

Don't forget, you can now chose to use one of the prompt words, or to use both in your story (not forgetting the colour element), remembering to state which combination of prompts you are using.

Remember, Section VII is a Gen site, but stories which are Het, Long-term Romance or AU can be posted in mfu_map_room.

You can post directly to Section VII or, if you wish, you can post your story elsewhere and provide a link. Please say where the link leads as a lot of people are unwilling to go to certain sites. Don't forget, Section VII and the Map Room are both available on Dreamwidth, for those of you who can figure it out (Just let us know if you posted there).

Have fun.

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The Daily Prompt

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Anonymous Quote: 

Stereotypes are what most ignorant people live by.

Dream On - Short Affair

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Prompts- Herd, Loop, Black

Word Count: 654

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“Okay, just keep me in the loop on everything. And, I do mean everything.”

The phone receiver banged down with a flourish as Damon Ruttles finished his conversation with a stern warning to his floundering assistant.  If he had his way the guy would get his walking papers today, and nothing in the way of a severence check.  Stupid foreigner…

Illya Kuryakin put down the phone and smiled, his work was done and the downfall of yet another THRUSH chief was, as he had heard it phrased, in the bag.  It didn’t entirely make sense to him, but living in America had taught him to just accept the idioms of the culture, much as he had done in England.

Napoleon Solo was seated on the new sofa in their shared office, the black leather a rare exception to the Command’s otherwise spartan budget.

“You know, it almost grieves me to think that a herd of cows somewhere lost a comrade in order to provide me with this sofa.’ He looked at his partner for a response but received only a glare.

“Okay, fine… What did Ruttles say?”

In a flawless Irish brogue, Illya recounted the conversation, including the obvious irritation coming over the phone. He had managed to be obnoxious and slightly inefficient; a clever ruse that drove Ruttles to distraction, and to making multiple phone calls to his henchmen that outlined the plan currently being thwarted by UNCLE.

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Not Exactly Right

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Prompt: Stereotypes are what most ignorant people live by...

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This might have to lead to more... maybe.

“He’s too good looking, a dumb blond.  Plus, he ‘aas a weird accent, I ‘erd ‘im chattin’ up that ginger ‘aired bird.”

“Can you possibly come up with any more stereotypical put downs? Dude, we’re in this for love and peace, just chill out and ask the guy if he’ll spare us a joint.”  

“Oy, you yanks are a lucky lot, all full of yerselves.’ The complaining fellow withered under the stern eye of his companion.  He was beginning to wonder why he’d fallen in with this bossy American.

“Fine, but ah still fink he’s a git.”

Reluctantly and with a smirk on his face, Roddy attempted to saunter casually, projecting instead his insecurity at approaching the man in the black turtleneck and jeans.  Illya Kuryakin was waiting for a dead drop from a THRUSH courier; it was a gamble impersonating the man he had recently knocked unconscious and thrown into a large trash bin. April Dancer was sitting next to him, a newspaper hiding her face from any onlookers.

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Short Affair 10th February - A Strange Trip

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Title: A Strange Trip
Prompt words: herd, black
Wordcount: 706

Story on AO3 or under the cut

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WIP: Chapter 3

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2

Mr. Waverly sat sucking on his unlit pipe apparently listening as his two top agents each reported on their last affair.  Unless one of them said something shocking, he was only half listening; after all, he would have a written report within the next thirty – six hours.  What he was really doing was watching the subtle interplay between the two men.  To the untrained eye, Agents Solo and Kuryakin were behaving the way they normally do when they entered his office.  Illya had taken his usual seat and had not sat until Napoleon did.  The CEA, as usual, had allowed his partner to report first before speaking.

But to Waverly’s trained eye, they were acting out of sorts.  Napoleon’s body language screamed he was not happy with Illya.  He was sitting in his seat with his left leg crossed over his right, which meant that ever so slightly, his body was turned away from his partner seated to his left.  Normally, he would look his partner’s way when Agent Kuryakin was giving his report; today his eyes remained focused on him.  When he had asked him a question, he answered it, but didn’t glance at Illya to get his silent agreement with the answer.  Agent Kuryakin tried several times to make eye contact with Solo and when he couldn’t, his face became even more unreadable than it usually was.
He realized that Solo had stopped speaking and both agents were looking at him.  “Well,” he harrumphed, “I look forward to getting your written report.”

Napoleon nodded his head.  “Yes, Sir.  Will that be all, Sir?”

“No, that is not all.  Gentlemen, I have heard it through the grapevine that your partnership is a bit rocky right now.  Is that true?”  He watched both men startle and then squirm, not wanting to answer the question.  “Your silence speaks volumes.  Do we need to get a therapist involved?”  He was pleased to see both men’s eyes widen in shock.  “I’ll take that as a no.  I suggest strongly that you get whatever it is that is affecting your partnership out in the open and resolved because if you can’t, I may be forced to make changes.  That is all.  Dismissed.”

As they walked towards the elevator bank, Napoleon said, “Be at my place tonight by six – thirty.  I’ll make sandwiches.”