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- Arrange the characters in your icons in alphabetical order.
- Pair the first character up with the second, the third up with the fourth and so on.
- Write a mini-ficlet about every pairing.
- Profit!
Aeryn Sun / Arthur Dent
Aeryn regarded the latest arrival on board with suspicion. He looked harmless enough, and if he really was from Crichton's planet then was probably hopeless as well - but he seemed worryingly dependent on this substance called tea, and she wasn't taking any chances. Addicts could turn nasty.
Bo & Luke Duke / Captain Jack Harkness
Luke nudged Bo and nodded toward the stranger at the bar. His clothes were oddly heavy for this hot weather, and his laugh too loud - and he was taking an unseemly interest in Daisy. "Reckon we should see what he's after," Luke murmured suspiciously, and they strolled over to lean one either side of him. The stranger looked from one to the other, and to their consternation, his grin widened.
Crowley / Dean Winchester (could this pairing have worked out more perfectly? *g*)
Crowley sighed. The gun currently being pointed at him crawled with an unnatural aura and he just knew it was capable of doing what the guy threatened. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I'm really rather fond of this suit, I'd rather you didn't put a hole in it." Dean sneered. "I could shoot you in the head if you prefer? I like to think I'm considerate like that." Crowley winced. "Look, I'm sure we can work this out. I thought we had a deal anyway, why the sudden urge to shoot me?" Dean scowled. "Because five minutes of you in my car and all my tapes have turned into the Best of freaking Queen!"
Ford Prefect / Gene Hunt
Gene glared at the man lounging - there really was no other word for it - on the edge of his desk. "I'm telling you, I don't like bleeding reporters," he growled. "What? Oh, that's alright, because I don't like policemen," said the stranger rather absent mindedly, then fixed him with a worryingly bright grin. "I find they do tend to know where the best drinking places are though. Am I right?" Gene frowned. "Depends," he said, cautiously. Ford beamed. "Oh, it's okay, I'm buying. Expenses, you see." Gene clapped him on the back and decided to reserve judgement for another hour or so.
James May / Jeremy Clarkson (they are obviously destined for each other :D)
"It doesn't sound anything fucking like me," complained Jeremy, turning the tv off as soon as the Headcases credits rolled and pouting. James laughed. "So why do you insist on watching it every week?" He shifted round to look at Jeremy, sprawled next to him on the sofa. "I like to see them humiliating Piers," replied Jeremy immediately, and James smirked. "Bollocks, you just want to make sure you're on there. Crap impression or not, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about, right?" Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Thank you Oscar." James snorted, and moved over until he was leaning against Jeremy's side. "They were right about the jeans though," he ran his hand over Jeremy's thigh, and moved it slowly upwards. "They've got to be too tight for comfort. You should probably take them off..."
Piers Morgan / Prunesquallor
Half hidden by the drapes, Doctor Prunesquallor watched the new arrival carefully. He wasn't sure how this man had gotten into the fastness, but he was certain to his bones that the man's new alliance with Steerpike could only cause trouble. A feeling strengthened by the realisation they were the only two men capable of flirting with his sister and keeping a straight face. Deviousness, incarnate.
Pygmies / Richard Hammond (this combination may have made me LOL)
Richard leaned back against the door of the portakabin and tried to hold it closed as it thumped and rattled behind him. He jumped, as a rain of tiny arrows pattered against the window glass, and wondered when exactly the world had gone mad. He was also experiencing an odd feeling of deja-vu, and wished the others were here with him, rather than being chased round the track by those damn skeletons.
Sarah Jane Smith / Selene
The rain was lashing down across this new city, and Selene could run no further. The growls of the wolves increased in pitch as they crawled closer to her hiding place and she resigned herself to death, bullets spent and knives shattered on unforgiving hides. She closed her eyes, and braced herself for the snap of drooling jaws through her neck. Instead, a piercing noise shattered the air and the growls turned to howls of pain. Selene's eyes flew open, to see the wolves cowering and then racing away in pain as the high pitched whine shook the air. It snapped off, abruptly, as the last of the wolves disappeared through the door, and Selene saw a dark haired woman in a raincoat looking down at her questioningly. "You're not really dressed for this weather, are you?" she asked, looking critically at Selene's tight cat suit that appeared to be trying to shrink in the rain. Selene eyed the weapon the woman was slipping into her pocket. "What was that?" she asked, awed. Sarah smiled. "What, that? Sonic lipstick. Better than a dog whistle."
Simon Cowell / Worm
"Allo!" said the Worm. Simon stared at it in fascination. "Did you just say hello?" he asked in disbelief. "No, I said 'allo!', but that's close enough," nodded the Worm, happily. Simon looked up at the sky and muttered under his breath "fuck me, a talking worm. I'll make millions." He grinned, whitely. "So, er - have you ever heard of this thing called a 'contract'?"
rionaleonhart- Arrange the characters in your icons in alphabetical order.
- Pair the first character up with the second, the third up with the fourth and so on.
- Write a mini-ficlet about every pairing.
- Profit!
Aeryn Sun / Arthur Dent
Aeryn regarded the latest arrival on board with suspicion. He looked harmless enough, and if he really was from Crichton's planet then was probably hopeless as well - but he seemed worryingly dependent on this substance called tea, and she wasn't taking any chances. Addicts could turn nasty.
Bo & Luke Duke / Captain Jack Harkness
Luke nudged Bo and nodded toward the stranger at the bar. His clothes were oddly heavy for this hot weather, and his laugh too loud - and he was taking an unseemly interest in Daisy. "Reckon we should see what he's after," Luke murmured suspiciously, and they strolled over to lean one either side of him. The stranger looked from one to the other, and to their consternation, his grin widened.
Crowley / Dean Winchester (could this pairing have worked out more perfectly? *g*)
Crowley sighed. The gun currently being pointed at him crawled with an unnatural aura and he just knew it was capable of doing what the guy threatened. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I'm really rather fond of this suit, I'd rather you didn't put a hole in it." Dean sneered. "I could shoot you in the head if you prefer? I like to think I'm considerate like that." Crowley winced. "Look, I'm sure we can work this out. I thought we had a deal anyway, why the sudden urge to shoot me?" Dean scowled. "Because five minutes of you in my car and all my tapes have turned into the Best of freaking Queen!"
Ford Prefect / Gene Hunt
Gene glared at the man lounging - there really was no other word for it - on the edge of his desk. "I'm telling you, I don't like bleeding reporters," he growled. "What? Oh, that's alright, because I don't like policemen," said the stranger rather absent mindedly, then fixed him with a worryingly bright grin. "I find they do tend to know where the best drinking places are though. Am I right?" Gene frowned. "Depends," he said, cautiously. Ford beamed. "Oh, it's okay, I'm buying. Expenses, you see." Gene clapped him on the back and decided to reserve judgement for another hour or so.
James May / Jeremy Clarkson (they are obviously destined for each other :D)
"It doesn't sound anything fucking like me," complained Jeremy, turning the tv off as soon as the Headcases credits rolled and pouting. James laughed. "So why do you insist on watching it every week?" He shifted round to look at Jeremy, sprawled next to him on the sofa. "I like to see them humiliating Piers," replied Jeremy immediately, and James smirked. "Bollocks, you just want to make sure you're on there. Crap impression or not, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about, right?" Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Thank you Oscar." James snorted, and moved over until he was leaning against Jeremy's side. "They were right about the jeans though," he ran his hand over Jeremy's thigh, and moved it slowly upwards. "They've got to be too tight for comfort. You should probably take them off..."
Piers Morgan / Prunesquallor
Half hidden by the drapes, Doctor Prunesquallor watched the new arrival carefully. He wasn't sure how this man had gotten into the fastness, but he was certain to his bones that the man's new alliance with Steerpike could only cause trouble. A feeling strengthened by the realisation they were the only two men capable of flirting with his sister and keeping a straight face. Deviousness, incarnate.
Pygmies / Richard Hammond (this combination may have made me LOL)
Richard leaned back against the door of the portakabin and tried to hold it closed as it thumped and rattled behind him. He jumped, as a rain of tiny arrows pattered against the window glass, and wondered when exactly the world had gone mad. He was also experiencing an odd feeling of deja-vu, and wished the others were here with him, rather than being chased round the track by those damn skeletons.
Sarah Jane Smith / Selene
The rain was lashing down across this new city, and Selene could run no further. The growls of the wolves increased in pitch as they crawled closer to her hiding place and she resigned herself to death, bullets spent and knives shattered on unforgiving hides. She closed her eyes, and braced herself for the snap of drooling jaws through her neck. Instead, a piercing noise shattered the air and the growls turned to howls of pain. Selene's eyes flew open, to see the wolves cowering and then racing away in pain as the high pitched whine shook the air. It snapped off, abruptly, as the last of the wolves disappeared through the door, and Selene saw a dark haired woman in a raincoat looking down at her questioningly. "You're not really dressed for this weather, are you?" she asked, looking critically at Selene's tight cat suit that appeared to be trying to shrink in the rain. Selene eyed the weapon the woman was slipping into her pocket. "What was that?" she asked, awed. Sarah smiled. "What, that? Sonic lipstick. Better than a dog whistle."
Simon Cowell / Worm
"Allo!" said the Worm. Simon stared at it in fascination. "Did you just say hello?" he asked in disbelief. "No, I said 'allo!', but that's close enough," nodded the Worm, happily. Simon looked up at the sky and muttered under his breath "fuck me, a talking worm. I'll make millions." He grinned, whitely. "So, er - have you ever heard of this thing called a 'contract'?"
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Date: 2009-01-27 08:23 pm (UTC)Thought it was okay (drowning Hammond one far funnier *shifty eyes*) until the last, oh, three seconds. Then I collapsed with laughter :D