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alan_shore for the song drabble meme. [Dennis is 20 here.]
"This is good!" Dennis announced, waving his glass vaguely at them. "It's cold and sweet, sour, and sort of orangey, but nothing at all like tea, except for the colour, maybe, although it's hard to tell under these lights! Where is Long Island, anyway?"
Alan glared at Denny, who attempted to look innocent.
"Under-age," Alan whispered pointedly.
"British," Denny hissed back. "Legal." He waved his own whisky on a 'ah-hah!' sort of way.
"In Britain. We're in Boston," Alan pointed out.
"Boston Legal," Denny agreed.
"Why are we whispering?" Dennis asked, bobbing a little in his seat in time to the music. "Do the waitresses walk on the tables in all American pubs, then? Oh, you don't call them pubs, do you? Is this a bar or a club? Although you get bars in clubs and pubs, so I suppose that confuses the issue! Do you come here often?"
"Not as often as I'd like," Denny said, leering at passing fishnets.
Alan gave him a warning look. Denny gave him a 'What?' look.
"It's a club," Alan explained. "Bars are smaller, more intimate, a place for intellectual stimulation and seduction, conversation--"
"Clubs have larger restrooms," Denny supplied.
"--over slow sloe--" Alan broke off, frowning at Denny. "Larger restrooms," he repeated dubiously.
Denny nodded genially. "Good for hookups."
"Denny," Alan started and then, thinking better of it, turned back to Dennis. "Clubs are more about physicality; communication is about motion, the curve of a smile, the spark of a gaze, bodies moving in tandem to the tribal rhythms of pulse-pounding music--"
"Hooking up," Denny explained. "Vertical mambo."
Alan threw his hands up in defeat.
Denny chuckled. "Horizontal too, if you're doing it right."
"There's something to be said," Alan started, and then stopped, staring at his glass. Denny gave him a prompting look. Alan drank and put his empty glass back on the table. "I will admit that there's something to be said for moments of raw lust, for two bodies interlocking the way nature and Skinemax intended; but far more preferable is sex borne of a mutual affection, however shallowly come by, however fleetingly passed. There is a certain connection that is only formed by separating oneself from the crowd of faceless genitalia, only formed by the act of pursuit -- an act which is, itself, a biological imperative. Man is an evolved predator, discerning and requiring subtle comforts, not least of which is the triumph of a successful seduction, of transforming communication into communion."
Denny nodded. "Nansy pansy."
Alan gave him a reproachful look, while tipping his empty glass at a waitress for a refill.
"Alan, there's only one thing that counts when it comes to matters of the heart: money. Money connects all living things together; it's what makes the world go round. If you want affection, you can buy it for a hundred--an-hour on any good street corner, or--" He raised his voice over Alan's started objection. "--for ten bucks a shot in the club of your choice. Money brings people together. It's how you and I met; it's how we both came to meet Denny Creeve here; it is why we are in this establishment to celebrate Denny Crane: never beaten. Money is how we will establish this young man's connection -- and our own -- to a bevy of wonderful, red-blooded American girls with fishnets and bunny tails."
"Oh, I already have a girlfriend and a boyfriend," Dennis said, "sort of, in a complicated sort of way! I'm not quite sure how that happened," he confided, "but I get to have lots of sex, so I try not to question it! Hello," he added to the waitress topping up his glass, "you're very pretty! I like your boa!"
"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," she said, beaming at him.
Denny and Alan stared.
"What?" asked Dennis around his drinking straw. "This is really good tea!"
alan_shore for the song drabble meme. [Dennis is 20 here.]"This is good!" Dennis announced, waving his glass vaguely at them. "It's cold and sweet, sour, and sort of orangey, but nothing at all like tea, except for the colour, maybe, although it's hard to tell under these lights! Where is Long Island, anyway?"
Alan glared at Denny, who attempted to look innocent.
"Under-age," Alan whispered pointedly.
"British," Denny hissed back. "Legal." He waved his own whisky on a 'ah-hah!' sort of way.
"In Britain. We're in Boston," Alan pointed out.
"Boston Legal," Denny agreed.
"Why are we whispering?" Dennis asked, bobbing a little in his seat in time to the music. "Do the waitresses walk on the tables in all American pubs, then? Oh, you don't call them pubs, do you? Is this a bar or a club? Although you get bars in clubs and pubs, so I suppose that confuses the issue! Do you come here often?"
"Not as often as I'd like," Denny said, leering at passing fishnets.
Alan gave him a warning look. Denny gave him a 'What?' look.
"It's a club," Alan explained. "Bars are smaller, more intimate, a place for intellectual stimulation and seduction, conversation--"
"Clubs have larger restrooms," Denny supplied.
"--over slow sloe--" Alan broke off, frowning at Denny. "Larger restrooms," he repeated dubiously.
Denny nodded genially. "Good for hookups."
"Denny," Alan started and then, thinking better of it, turned back to Dennis. "Clubs are more about physicality; communication is about motion, the curve of a smile, the spark of a gaze, bodies moving in tandem to the tribal rhythms of pulse-pounding music--"
"Hooking up," Denny explained. "Vertical mambo."
Alan threw his hands up in defeat.
Denny chuckled. "Horizontal too, if you're doing it right."
"There's something to be said," Alan started, and then stopped, staring at his glass. Denny gave him a prompting look. Alan drank and put his empty glass back on the table. "I will admit that there's something to be said for moments of raw lust, for two bodies interlocking the way nature and Skinemax intended; but far more preferable is sex borne of a mutual affection, however shallowly come by, however fleetingly passed. There is a certain connection that is only formed by separating oneself from the crowd of faceless genitalia, only formed by the act of pursuit -- an act which is, itself, a biological imperative. Man is an evolved predator, discerning and requiring subtle comforts, not least of which is the triumph of a successful seduction, of transforming communication into communion."
Denny nodded. "Nansy pansy."
Alan gave him a reproachful look, while tipping his empty glass at a waitress for a refill.
"Alan, there's only one thing that counts when it comes to matters of the heart: money. Money connects all living things together; it's what makes the world go round. If you want affection, you can buy it for a hundred--an-hour on any good street corner, or--" He raised his voice over Alan's started objection. "--for ten bucks a shot in the club of your choice. Money brings people together. It's how you and I met; it's how we both came to meet Denny Creeve here; it is why we are in this establishment to celebrate Denny Crane: never beaten. Money is how we will establish this young man's connection -- and our own -- to a bevy of wonderful, red-blooded American girls with fishnets and bunny tails."
"Oh, I already have a girlfriend and a boyfriend," Dennis said, "sort of, in a complicated sort of way! I'm not quite sure how that happened," he confided, "but I get to have lots of sex, so I try not to question it! Hello," he added to the waitress topping up his glass, "you're very pretty! I like your boa!"
"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," she said, beaming at him.
Denny and Alan stared.
"What?" asked Dennis around his drinking straw. "This is really good tea!"
For rude_not_ginger for the song drabble meme. [This might be technically considered to contain spoilers for Waters of Mars]
Dennis refuses the Doctor's invitation to travel only once. He's eighteen at the time, being trained up as an Unspeakable in London's Department of Mysteries. They won't let him touch the good stuff yet -- there may have been an explosion or three, because Dennis has never yet met a button he wouldn't press just to see what it did -- and so, when the TARDIS groans its way down into the belly of the Ministry, it appears surrounded by chalk-boards covered in runes and arithmantical equations.
"Well, that's wrong for a start," the Doctor says, grinning hugely in the doorway.
Dennis just smiles and holds out the chalk and the Doctor bounds to the boards, slipping his glasses on and cheerfully slashing lines through hours of work, scribbling notes into spaces in the margins.
"You should get bigger margins," he tells Dennis, and then grins even wider. ( I just said that to Fermat. )
rude_not_ginger for the song drabble meme. [This might be technically considered to contain spoilers for Waters of Mars]Dennis refuses the Doctor's invitation to travel only once. He's eighteen at the time, being trained up as an Unspeakable in London's Department of Mysteries. They won't let him touch the good stuff yet -- there may have been an explosion or three, because Dennis has never yet met a button he wouldn't press just to see what it did -- and so, when the TARDIS groans its way down into the belly of the Ministry, it appears surrounded by chalk-boards covered in runes and arithmantical equations.
"Well, that's wrong for a start," the Doctor says, grinning hugely in the doorway.
Dennis just smiles and holds out the chalk and the Doctor bounds to the boards, slipping his glasses on and cheerfully slashing lines through hours of work, scribbling notes into spaces in the margins.
"You should get bigger margins," he tells Dennis, and then grins even wider. ( I just said that to Fermat. )
For osborn_heir for the song drabble meme.
"Explain to me again why I'm doing this," Harry says, blinking away the after-images of the flash while Dennis does something arcane to one of the cameras hanging around his neck and Mike perches on, well, nothing, feet idly swinging a good foot above the ground.
"Media inevitability," Mike says.
Harry glares at him. Dennis says, "Ooh, nice one!" and snaps off another half-dozen shots in rapid succession. Harry tries glaring at him instead, but since it just makes Dennis take more photos, he goes back to glaring at Mike, which is just as ineffective, but much less blinding.
"Look," says Mike, after a few minutes of smiling blankly back have had no effect, "we both agree that, no matter what you do or where you go, be it Gotham or Mars or--"
"The Philippines?" Dennis offers. They both look at him. "There are conical karst hills in Bohol, you know!"
"My point," says Mike, "is that pictures of you are an unavoidable side-effect of being, you know, you. So, rather than wait for you to crash a car or beat up a traffic-warden, or let some jack-ass with a camera provoke you into wanton acts of violent destruction involving fruit-themed pyrotechnics--"
"Pumpkins are squash!" Dennis says, wandering around them, cameras flashing merrily.
"Did you just take a picture of my ass?" Harry asks.
"No!" Dennis says. Harry eyes him. "I took six pictures!"
"My point," Mike cuts back in quickly, "is that you need to get ahead of the news cycle. You need to be pro-active and pre-emptive and public-relations-y. You need to set the scene and control the spin and, most importantly, flood the market to make surreptitious pictures of you worthless, bore the audience, and distract the snap-rats."
"Okay," Harry says.
"Okay," Mike says.
"I'm still not quite sure how the leather pants fit in, or why I have to be shirtless, or why I keep getting water poured all over me," Harry says.
"You're a GQMF!" Dennis says. They both stare at him. "You keep doing that!"
"It's possible I should never have let him have the coffee or the internet access," Mike muses. "Look," he adds, swinging back to Harry, "you know how the tabloid run goes. You get the positive spin, the backlash, the backlash against the backlash, the come-back tour, the slow fade back into obscurity, the where are they now feature, and you're done. We're just speeding up the inescapable so you can, you know, escape it. It'll all work out. Trust me!"
"And turn your head a little to the left and pout," Dennis adds.
Harry, sighing, does.
osborn_heir for the song drabble meme."Explain to me again why I'm doing this," Harry says, blinking away the after-images of the flash while Dennis does something arcane to one of the cameras hanging around his neck and Mike perches on, well, nothing, feet idly swinging a good foot above the ground.
"Media inevitability," Mike says.
Harry glares at him. Dennis says, "Ooh, nice one!" and snaps off another half-dozen shots in rapid succession. Harry tries glaring at him instead, but since it just makes Dennis take more photos, he goes back to glaring at Mike, which is just as ineffective, but much less blinding.
"Look," says Mike, after a few minutes of smiling blankly back have had no effect, "we both agree that, no matter what you do or where you go, be it Gotham or Mars or--"
"The Philippines?" Dennis offers. They both look at him. "There are conical karst hills in Bohol, you know!"
"My point," says Mike, "is that pictures of you are an unavoidable side-effect of being, you know, you. So, rather than wait for you to crash a car or beat up a traffic-warden, or let some jack-ass with a camera provoke you into wanton acts of violent destruction involving fruit-themed pyrotechnics--"
"Pumpkins are squash!" Dennis says, wandering around them, cameras flashing merrily.
"Did you just take a picture of my ass?" Harry asks.
"No!" Dennis says. Harry eyes him. "I took six pictures!"
"My point," Mike cuts back in quickly, "is that you need to get ahead of the news cycle. You need to be pro-active and pre-emptive and public-relations-y. You need to set the scene and control the spin and, most importantly, flood the market to make surreptitious pictures of you worthless, bore the audience, and distract the snap-rats."
"Okay," Harry says.
"Okay," Mike says.
"I'm still not quite sure how the leather pants fit in, or why I have to be shirtless, or why I keep getting water poured all over me," Harry says.
"You're a GQMF!" Dennis says. They both stare at him. "You keep doing that!"
"It's possible I should never have let him have the coffee or the internet access," Mike muses. "Look," he adds, swinging back to Harry, "you know how the tabloid run goes. You get the positive spin, the backlash, the backlash against the backlash, the come-back tour, the slow fade back into obscurity, the where are they now feature, and you're done. We're just speeding up the inescapable so you can, you know, escape it. It'll all work out. Trust me!"
"And turn your head a little to the left and pout," Dennis adds.
Harry, sighing, does.
Dear Blaise,
Thank you for the fireworks! I thought they went off rather well, but, did you know that Americans don't celebrate Bonfire Night at all? I tried pointing out that it happened in 1605 and they weren't a recognised independent country until 1783, so it was still part of their past and that, therefore, they could celebrate, because it's like with Halloween and Christmas were loads of people ignore all the history bits and just do the celebrating bits, but they didn't seem to go down well, either! But I think the explosions were totally worth the two days in jail and the fines!
Yours,
Dennis
Dear Natalie,
There was a problem with the train (that I didn't really understand, but I think I was annoying the driver, so I stopped asking), so we had to stop off in Burkittsville, Maryland for a bit, and there was nothing much to do, so I went up for a look around in the forests they have here and I found a place called Coffin Rock, I think because it was a local cemetery once, because there were all these stone cairns, but there weren't any markers or anything, so I don't know! And then I was walking around in the forest and I found all those stick people hanging from trees, which were really cool, and also this branch-sculpture thing, which I am writing this on the back of! And then it got dark really quickly, and I accidentally stumbled through some people's campsite, so I built their stones back up and snuck off so I wouldn't break the Secrecy Act! I hope I didn't scare them too much! Only I dropped the stick figure thingy I'd found in the trees by their campsite, and I didn't notice until much later, so they were probably a bit confused! Anyway, that four-point variation Blaise invented is really useful! I got back to the train in no-time with that, and now we're off again! I wish you could have come with me, though, because this travelling thing isn't at all as much fun by myself!
Missing you,
Love,
Dennis
Dear Natalie,
I'm writing this onboard the Rio Grande Zephyr, which used to be a Muggle train, that ran from Denver to Salt Lake City, but the Salem Institute needed countrywide transport, so they faked a landslide in a place called Thistle (which is a good name for a place) so that the Muggles would stop using it, and then they took it (it's an EMD F9 locomotive, whatever that means) and did a little magic (which is okay over here because the laws aren't the same) and now it runs all the way from Massachusetts (which is really hard to spell) to Los Angeles, which is where I've been sent next! I hope you're well!
Love,
Dennis
1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to thelyrics songs on Youtube!
3. Let your friends assign you a song to write a drabble to.
(Actually, this isn't the first 25 songs, it's the first 25 that both had lyrics and were in English.)
Pick one or more of mine, tell me if you want me to include yours (and if so, which 'verse).
2. Link to the
3. Let your friends assign you a song to write a drabble to.
(Actually, this isn't the first 25 songs, it's the first 25 that both had lyrics and were in English.)
- Eminem - Lose Yourself
Eagles - Hotel California- for the Doctor (Mickey)Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys & Stolen Sweethearts- for John (Mike)- Snow Patrol - Set The Fire To The Third Bar
- Beyonce & Shakira - Beautiful Liar
John Lennon - Imagine- for the Doctor (Dennis)- Sarah McLachlan - Fumbling towards Ecstacy (ignore the video)
- Kevin Rudolf - Let it Rock (Kids Bop cover because I am easily amused)
Britney Spears - Piece of Me- for Harry (Mike+Dennis)- Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way
- Aimee Mann - Pavlov's Bell
- Christian Kane - L.A. Song
Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah- for Sally (Any)- Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel
- Florence & The Machine - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)
- Nona Reeves - Forty Pies
The Last Shadow Puppets - The Age Of The Understatement- for Alan (Any)- Saves The Day - At Your Funeral
- Chris Rea - Auberge
Delerium - Innocente (Tiesto mix)- for Norrin (Master)- Kate Nash - Foundations
Kenny Rogers - The Gambler (the version from the BBC's 'Blackpool')- for the Doctor (Master)- Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger
- Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (Nelly Furtado's cover)
David Bowie - Life on Mars- for Jean-Paul (Any)
Pick one or more of mine, tell me if you want me to include yours (and if so, which 'verse).
INSTRUCTIONS
01. Leave me a comment
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a totally random nature.
03. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions
OR!
1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
OR BOTH!
ooc: SWS!Companionverse!Dennis, unless requested otherwise
01. Leave me a comment
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a totally random nature.
03. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions
OR!
1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
OR BOTH!
ooc: SWS!Companionverse!Dennis, unless requested otherwise
Dear Nat,
This is amazing! Its jaws are bigger than my head AND my shoulders AND quite a bit of my chest too, and not just because I am short, but because it is HUGE! I'm going to write to Scamander and Flint and see if they can't put it on their list of things to try and bring back from extinction, because how seriously cool would it be to have one of these as a pet? Just as soon as I can get Eeyore to come back down, anyway, I don't think he was very impressed, and I had to send this by muggle post, so I'll probably have been home for days by the time it gets to you! Giant alligators! Brilliant!
Love,
Dennis
Self-Evident
Aug. 14th, 2009 01:05 pm
Dear Blaise,
In declaring independence from British rule in 1776, the congress of what was then the thirteen states of America issued a document containing a preamble that is famous amongst Muggles but contains a line that wizards seem never to have encountered which, paraphrased, runs, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all peoples are created equal, that they are endowed with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness", which might not be so self-evident as all that, but still: something to think about!
Yours,
Dennis
Dear Natalie,
New York is brilliant! They have green parrots in the park here, which are pretty, and really noisy when there are lots together, nesting, which they do here -- there are boxes on poles and everything! And they can be trained like owls so I was going to get you one, but apparently there are import restrictions and, anyway, a parrot flying around England would probably be way more visible than an owl, and you know how the ministry gets about that whole International Secrecy thing, so I didn't, but you can have this picture of one instead!
Miss you loads! Be home soon!
Love,
Dennis
Cole,
I was going to write you a note while I waited for the hellbore to finish simmering, but then I couldn't remember if you were supposed to stir it clockwise or anticlockwise, because it was intended to have a positive effect (particulate separation from a suspension) by reinforcing a negative effect (atmospheric deliquescence), so I tried doing it both ways, just to be sure (or cancel each other out), and it turns out, which you probably already knew because you're much better at potions than me, that this is a really bad idea if you're using a copper-based cauldron and, what with the ensuing poisonous gas-cloud, I completely forgot what I was going to write about, sorry!
Talk to you later!
D
Revelation
May. 13th, 2009 11:01 pm
Dear Natalie,
I may be late home from the Ministry, only I just had this idea that I really need to test out while I still remember it properly!
Love,
Dennis
Dear Natalie,
It's a simple adaptation of chronomatography separation that would allow for better refinement of magical signatures during forensic investigations! Why would it explode?
I'll bring some Chinese in from that place on the corner you like!
Love,
Dennis
Dear Natalie,
I will be a bit later than I thought because I have to tidy up a bit here and things and certainly in no way repair the laboratory after unexpected magical interaction caused a run-away oxidation reaction in the walls, floor and ceiling, and even if that had happened, which it didn't, it would be the Department's fault for not mentioning that they made the place out of limestone because, really, who does that? Also, technically, that is not an explosion!
Love,
Dennis
Dear the Doctor,
You're probably wondering where I am or, at least, where your sonic screwdriver is, or, possibly, what happened to that spare wardrobe that you previously kept in that draw in that desk in that closet at the back of the trunk in the swimming pool under Storage Bay 17, but I can assure you that everything is perfectly fine and under control and in no way do you need to come outside and check on my attempt to build dimensionally transcendental storage for myself, and if you did happen to come out, you certainly don't need to concern yourself with any optical illusions you might experience that would tend to suggest that I, Dennis Creevey, am currently fifteen feet tall, because, obviously, that is a ridiculous thing that hasn't happened, and I will totally be back inside just as soon as I fit!
Your companion,
Dennis N. M. N. Creevey
Dear Blaise,
Experimental results show you can only light, at maximum, eight hundred and thirty seven Bravi InstaLite candles using a previously lit Bravi InstaLite candle as the ignition source before it burns down too much to be of use, so I don't think this Gautama guy had properly tested his hypothesis! But it's okay, because Natalie thought all the candles were really romantic and I said it was your idea, sort of, and she said I should invite you over for drinks before they go out so you can see as well, so please come over!
Your friend,
Dennis Creevey
PS: I suggested making the candles bigger and then trying again, but Natalie reckons it's the lighting method, not the size of the wick that matters!
