[1] Orginal Ficcage.
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ickaimpYesterday, the shoe repair man asked if I was British.
He said it was because I was too polite and nice to be an American Girl. o_O Think it might have had something to do with him working at the mall....
But the day before the Tax Guy asked if I was from Australia, evidently because of my hat and good manners.
I'm just gonna go sit in a corner and go 'Huh?' now....
... Is also rather disturbing to note that this time tomorrow, I should be checking in for the flight to Japan...
Anyway, an original universe fic that just kinda followed us around yesterday. There's a few more characters floating around that kinda wanna get written up.
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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me. No stealie.
Finders Keepers
By Icka! M. Chif
Dennis Keeper could find anything. Anything, any time, any where.
Except if it belonged to him. Especially his car keys. He'd gone so far one time as to stick a global tracker on his key ring, only to look it up and discover his keys had somehow made their way to Milwaukee.
Dennis lived no where near Milwaukee.
His downstairs neighbour, Alice, found them the next day, in the fish tank, despite the fact the global tracker was quite insistent on the fact that they were enroute to Chicago and he hadn't known he had a fish tank. He returned the global tracker that day and found he was much happier not knowing where his keys thought they were today.
Still, it was a useful gift to have, even if he could never keep what he found. It always belonged to someone else, or was too big, or in some cases, extremely dangerous to keep.
On the other hand, lost pets, children and various articles were attracted to him like moths to a computer screen. He'd just be walking down the street and suddenly find himself stopped by a sniffling kid, or a mewling kitten or something shiny and a few minutes later, the frantic parent or pet owner or woman who lost her engagement ring would find him and there'd be a happy reunion.
So he didn't mind it so much. It was worth it to see people's smiling faces.
Then there was the dog who found him and wouldn't leave. The dog was a large motley brown mutt, with either some blood hound or mastiff in him from the looks of things, who just showed up one day and wouldn't leave. Eventually Dennis ended up formally adopting him and calling him Fetch.
Because if there was one thing that Dennis found that he hated finding, it was Trouble. Trouble with a capital T, that ends with E, rhymes with Bubble and had the occasional habit of exploding.
Really, what were the odds that he'd find a landmine while walking down the street? Or the one time he walked in on a smuggling ring and ended up getting kidnapped? Or the nuclear submarine in the sewer system?
So if he went missing for more than a day, Alice would go upstairs and send Fetch off to retrieve the hand that fed him. Which Fetch did, grumbling all the way, then would fall over and go back to sleep.
Which is what Dennis was currently waiting for.
Because honestly, while he had no idea how he had found the Lost City of Atlantis, his more pressing concern was that he had no idea how to find a way back.
~fin~
And a plunnie from last night's chat, musing about customising the Clue board game:
Slash Writers Clue:
'Who did Who with What?!"
.... or if you really wanna get creative: "Who did Who with What WHERE?!"
He said it was because I was too polite and nice to be an American Girl. o_O Think it might have had something to do with him working at the mall....
But the day before the Tax Guy asked if I was from Australia, evidently because of my hat and good manners.
I'm just gonna go sit in a corner and go 'Huh?' now....
... Is also rather disturbing to note that this time tomorrow, I should be checking in for the flight to Japan...
Anyway, an original universe fic that just kinda followed us around yesterday. There's a few more characters floating around that kinda wanna get written up.
+++
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me. No stealie.
Finders Keepers
By Icka! M. Chif
Dennis Keeper could find anything. Anything, any time, any where.
Except if it belonged to him. Especially his car keys. He'd gone so far one time as to stick a global tracker on his key ring, only to look it up and discover his keys had somehow made their way to Milwaukee.
Dennis lived no where near Milwaukee.
His downstairs neighbour, Alice, found them the next day, in the fish tank, despite the fact the global tracker was quite insistent on the fact that they were enroute to Chicago and he hadn't known he had a fish tank. He returned the global tracker that day and found he was much happier not knowing where his keys thought they were today.
Still, it was a useful gift to have, even if he could never keep what he found. It always belonged to someone else, or was too big, or in some cases, extremely dangerous to keep.
On the other hand, lost pets, children and various articles were attracted to him like moths to a computer screen. He'd just be walking down the street and suddenly find himself stopped by a sniffling kid, or a mewling kitten or something shiny and a few minutes later, the frantic parent or pet owner or woman who lost her engagement ring would find him and there'd be a happy reunion.
So he didn't mind it so much. It was worth it to see people's smiling faces.
Then there was the dog who found him and wouldn't leave. The dog was a large motley brown mutt, with either some blood hound or mastiff in him from the looks of things, who just showed up one day and wouldn't leave. Eventually Dennis ended up formally adopting him and calling him Fetch.
Because if there was one thing that Dennis found that he hated finding, it was Trouble. Trouble with a capital T, that ends with E, rhymes with Bubble and had the occasional habit of exploding.
Really, what were the odds that he'd find a landmine while walking down the street? Or the one time he walked in on a smuggling ring and ended up getting kidnapped? Or the nuclear submarine in the sewer system?
So if he went missing for more than a day, Alice would go upstairs and send Fetch off to retrieve the hand that fed him. Which Fetch did, grumbling all the way, then would fall over and go back to sleep.
Which is what Dennis was currently waiting for.
Because honestly, while he had no idea how he had found the Lost City of Atlantis, his more pressing concern was that he had no idea how to find a way back.
~fin~
And a plunnie from last night's chat, musing about customising the Clue board game:
Slash Writers Clue:
'Who did Who with What?!"
.... or if you really wanna get creative: "Who did Who with What WHERE?!"
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Re: **Hugs**
Date: 2004-03-31 04:04 pm (UTC)... ye-ah, say that 3 times fast... o.O
Was wondering how you were doing, you got real quiet there for a while. ((Huggles!))
Feel better soon!!!
Re: **Hugs**
Date: 2004-03-31 05:30 pm (UTC)(yawns)