So, I recently made some cards to help me write even when I have writer's block. They're my Writer's Block Destroyer cards, and there are 200 cards total. 106 Character Cards, 50 Setting Cards, and 44 Theme Cards (the deck will probably expand as I get more notecards). I pick as many character cards as I want (usually two), one setting card and one theme card. I put them all together and it makes a one-shot! And I dare say, it works! :D
Character 1: Kuja
Character 2: New OC-Lucinda
Setting: Rave Party
Theme: Cosplay
Title: Rave-N-Tricity
Words: 582
Rating: PG
Universe: Final Fantasy IX/ Planet Earth
Time: 34 minutes
"Come on, this is the last one I'll make you go to, okay? Then we can go home and you can play that game on my iPad where you can shoot my pictures. And I know for a fact that you've been encouraging your brother to take his MySpace photos with it. I mean, seriously, who has a MySpace anymore? I mean, it's all about Facebook, DeviantArt, and Tumblr!" a woman about 25 complained. The man with her scoffed.
"In order, fine. But this is the last one! And Zidane took those pictures on his own. I never hinted to him about doing that. And don't forget Twitter. He twits, too," he replied.
"It's tweeting, but oh well, only those without souls have a Twitter account," she shot back.
"So, the majority of the world?" he asked. The girl gave a nod.
"Precisely. Ah, here we are!" As they were talking, they had been walking, and the two now stood outside a building marked 'Rave-N-Tricity' in bold neon colors.
"Lucinda," the male stated in a warning tone.
"Kuja. . .lighten up a bit. It's not a strip club, it's a rave club! One of the best in town, actually!" she replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. "There's a mandatory dress code—"
"Let me guess: raver gear and neon glowsticks?" he asked sourly. Lucinda giggled.
"For once, no. The theme for this club is cosplay, actually!"
"Cosplay? What's that?" Kuja asked, bewildered as a trio of ninja—a blond, a ravenette, and a girl with pink hair—dashed past them to go into a side door.
"Ooo! You could go as yourself!" she exclaimed to herself. "You seriously don't know what cosplay is?" she then asked. "MINE" she suddenly snarled at a redheaded girl with glasses as she tugged a dark material out of the seventeen year old girl's hands. "Cosplay is when you dress up as a character from a well-known series, whether it be book, movie, anime, video game, et cetera. Hm. . No, this dress has a tear in it. . .oh, wait, that's the leg slit. . ." she started mumbling to herself again. She suddenly pushed familiar clothing into his arms. "Go change." She pointed to a closet-sized room with a flimsy curtain as a door. "I'll be out here when you get done. Then we can go in." Kuja did as requested.
When he emereged a few minutes later, he was wearing clothes almost exactly like the ones he had arrived in. The only difference was that his original clothes were made of a more durable material that the ones he was wearing now. He suddenly came face to face with a brunette in a modest, all leather ensemble holding a bag.
"You can put your stuff in here. We'll put it in the coat check and grab it when we return the costumes," she told him.
"Lucinda, is that you?"
"The one and only. I'm dressed up as Tifa Lockheart, right now, though," she replied as he put his stuff in the bag to join hers. She cinched it shut with its drawstring, and threw it over her shoulder. "Shall we?" she asked. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Lilly. She's waiting for us inside." She sauntered over to the door the 3 ninjas had disappeared through. Kuja, dressed as himself, silently followed.