This one might not make a whole lot of sense out of context, but I _did_ include a lot of detail, and it's sort of a sequel to "You Won't Believe Who I Met, Guys!", so... what the hey.
Worst case senario, you'll be happy that this is the last one.
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J.D. was poking around on my computer while I was occupied in the kitchen, trying to scrounge some snacks.
"Hey Risha!" he called. "Somebody on one of your mailing lists wrote this story, and the characters have our names. I wouldn't think that you'd meet a whole lot of people named Risha?"
I gave up on the concept of real food - we were just going to have to make due with chips and soda - and wandered back into the living room. "You're right. Actually, I've never met another one." I shrugged. "My parents were hippies."
"However, Meredith was actually talking about us."
J.D. looked surprised. "Us? As in you and me us?"
"Yep. You see, I wrote this story last week, featuring you and Dracula."
"Huh?"
"Well, I only had a hundred words to work with. I'm not actually all that into the whole Dracula thing, even though I love vampire stories. But I needed someone iconic, someone who would be instantly recognizable, since I didn't have the space for character development. I guess I struck a chord, 'cause I got a ton of compliments."
I paused, embarrassed. "And I never answered any of them. Work sucked last week, but that's not a good excuse. The truth is, I'm just not very good at that sort of thing. I never know what to say."
"So she was yelling at you?"
"Oh, no! No, no, she was actually using the two of us in a response to a challenge that Lady Angel had made - another 100 words, this time including a real life; well, online-life person. We were supposed to write them into a story about you guys. I must say, it was incredibly cool to see myself being used in one of them."
"Very meta," said J.D. around a mouth of chips. "You going to write one of those things?"
I sighed. "I tried. It's hard! I wanted to try and work in thanking everyone at the same time. Want to take a look?"
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Title: Meta Is As Meta Does
Author: Risha Bree
Universe: ATF
Challenge: M7M: Write a drabble featuring an online person and the seven.
Author's note: I probably should start including disclaimers, huh? Not mine, never was.
Ezra was disturbed. As an undercover agent, he was used to being watched by the miscreants with whom he spent much of his time. This, however, felt different.
Buck, predictably, was preening for the camera.
"Mr. Wilmington, does it not bother you in the least that we are being watched in this manner?"
"Nah. Ez, you need to loosen up some." Buck flashed a brilliant grin at Meredith, who was too busy with her final adjustments to notice. "These writer girls are just having some fun."
Lady Angel came rushing in. "OK, loves, ready to go?" Nods all around. "Action!"
Worst case senario, you'll be happy that this is the last one.
***
J.D. was poking around on my computer while I was occupied in the kitchen, trying to scrounge some snacks.
"Hey Risha!" he called. "Somebody on one of your mailing lists wrote this story, and the characters have our names. I wouldn't think that you'd meet a whole lot of people named Risha?"
I gave up on the concept of real food - we were just going to have to make due with chips and soda - and wandered back into the living room. "You're right. Actually, I've never met another one." I shrugged. "My parents were hippies."
"However, Meredith was actually talking about us."
J.D. looked surprised. "Us? As in you and me us?"
"Yep. You see, I wrote this story last week, featuring you and Dracula."
"Huh?"
"Well, I only had a hundred words to work with. I'm not actually all that into the whole Dracula thing, even though I love vampire stories. But I needed someone iconic, someone who would be instantly recognizable, since I didn't have the space for character development. I guess I struck a chord, 'cause I got a ton of compliments."
I paused, embarrassed. "And I never answered any of them. Work sucked last week, but that's not a good excuse. The truth is, I'm just not very good at that sort of thing. I never know what to say."
"So she was yelling at you?"
"Oh, no! No, no, she was actually using the two of us in a response to a challenge that Lady Angel had made - another 100 words, this time including a real life; well, online-life person. We were supposed to write them into a story about you guys. I must say, it was incredibly cool to see myself being used in one of them."
"Very meta," said J.D. around a mouth of chips. "You going to write one of those things?"
I sighed. "I tried. It's hard! I wanted to try and work in thanking everyone at the same time. Want to take a look?"
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Title: Meta Is As Meta Does
Author: Risha Bree
Universe: ATF
Challenge: M7M: Write a drabble featuring an online person and the seven.
Author's note: I probably should start including disclaimers, huh? Not mine, never was.
Ezra was disturbed. As an undercover agent, he was used to being watched by the miscreants with whom he spent much of his time. This, however, felt different.
Buck, predictably, was preening for the camera.
"Mr. Wilmington, does it not bother you in the least that we are being watched in this manner?"
"Nah. Ez, you need to loosen up some." Buck flashed a brilliant grin at Meredith, who was too busy with her final adjustments to notice. "These writer girls are just having some fun."
Lady Angel came rushing in. "OK, loves, ready to go?" Nods all around. "Action!"