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IS THAT A DEAD BODY? - AU drabble series open to everyone
Hallo there! I come bearing.... something like a fic. It's an AU that I decided to open to everyone. It all begins like this:
That over there is the beginning of a series of drabbles related to this one event, all listed down there in chronological order. I like to call this the Lavi killed some guy AU, but it is also known as Lavi's-a-murderous-idiot AU, dead-guy-at-my-door AU, From Lavi With Love AU [*], Lavi Never Dies AU [*], Her Majesty's Secret Illegal Immigrant AU [*], among many many others. (in other words, I haven't decided on a title yet).
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mugen_edamame. All are James Bond references and don't necessarily have anything to do with stuff that actually happens in the story.
This is an AU open to everyone.
In other words, if you have an idea for a funny drabble in this AU yourself, you can go right ahead and write it, and you'll be helping create this story. Just don't forget to post a link to your drabble in a comment to this entry. XD
Rating: let's say R. Or NC-17 - for language, implied violence, and whatever else comes up.
Genre: crack, action(?), whatever else.
Status: work in progress.
Length: undefined. Maybe infinite!
Characters: all DGM characters may show up at some point.
Pairings: might happen, if anyone writes them.
Amount of planning invested in this fic's plot: small to none so far.
Level of potential hilarity: infinite, and beyond.
Level of actual hilarity: has seen better days.
The drabbles!
1. "So this guy broke into my house..." - the one drabble that began it all.
2. Tiedoll's kitchen tablecloth, in which Kanda tries to cope with the situation and domestic violence becomes canon for this AU.
3. Telling Tiedoll what happened to his beloved table cloth, or why Kanda hates his life (this one's a flashforward of sorts. Not sure when it actually happens, all I know is it takes place after all the existent drabbles)
4. Discussion of a plan of extreme awesomeness or How to Hide a Corpse.
5. Too Damn Early For This Shit - finally, the revelation of how exactly it all started. Or at least why it started.
6. Written by some awesome, awesome anon, here you have a Random Addition of Not-Much-Thought, in which we are introduced to what is happening in Teh Super Sekrit Scientific Facility.
That said, if you want to add your own, while nothing is actually planned for the plot, please consider these ideas (most aremugen_edamame's):
So yeah. Run with it, if you want. XD
"SOMEONE BETTER BE DYING."
Time: 4 AM.
Location: Kanda's doorstep.
Weather: dark. Frostbite cold.
Reason for this fuckery?
Kanda stared.
"Is that a dead body?"
Lavi laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "Huh... yeaaah...."
Absolute, mind-boggling idiocy.
"So this guy broke into my apartment...."
That over there is the beginning of a series of drabbles related to this one event, all listed down there in chronological order. I like to call this the Lavi killed some guy AU, but it is also known as Lavi's-a-murderous-idiot AU, dead-guy-at-my-door AU, From Lavi With Love AU [*], Lavi Never Dies AU [*], Her Majesty's Secret Illegal Immigrant AU [*], among many many others. (in other words, I haven't decided on a title yet).
[*] copyright
mugen_edamame. All are James Bond references and don't necessarily have anything to do with stuff that actually happens in the story.In other words, if you have an idea for a funny drabble in this AU yourself, you can go right ahead and write it, and you'll be helping create this story. Just don't forget to post a link to your drabble in a comment to this entry. XD
Rating: let's say R. Or NC-17 - for language, implied violence, and whatever else comes up.
Genre: crack, action(?), whatever else.
Status: work in progress.
Length: undefined. Maybe infinite!
Characters: all DGM characters may show up at some point.
Pairings: might happen, if anyone writes them.
Amount of planning invested in this fic's plot: small to none so far.
Level of potential hilarity: infinite, and beyond.
Level of actual hilarity: has seen better days.
The drabbles!
1. "So this guy broke into my house..." - the one drabble that began it all.
2. Tiedoll's kitchen tablecloth, in which Kanda tries to cope with the situation and domestic violence becomes canon for this AU.
3. Telling Tiedoll what happened to his beloved table cloth, or why Kanda hates his life (this one's a flashforward of sorts. Not sure when it actually happens, all I know is it takes place after all the existent drabbles)
4. Discussion of a plan of extreme awesomeness or How to Hide a Corpse.
5. Too Damn Early For This Shit - finally, the revelation of how exactly it all started. Or at least why it started.
6. Written by some awesome, awesome anon, here you have a Random Addition of Not-Much-Thought, in which we are introduced to what is happening in Teh Super Sekrit Scientific Facility.
That said, if you want to add your own, while nothing is actually planned for the plot, please consider these ideas (most are
mugen_edamame's):- they will wear shades at some point. Because it's cool.
- and maybe fake wigs. You know you want them to. ;)
- they'll fly on a blimp. Lavi will be the one piloting it (God save them all). No idea how that particular adventure ends.
- Lavi will develop an attachment to the Mission Impossible theme.
- Kanda will not be pleased by aforementioned attachment.
- for added crack, having Cross in the Police Force would be advisable (or not, depending on how you look at it).
- Allen will probably be an underling of Cross' of some sort. But maybe he actually also works as a mole in the police force for Lavi and has some really shady connections (other than Lavi himself, that is).
- so, both cops and bad guys will be after Lavi (and Kanda), but the cops will try to keep it all hush-hush because some politician says so, because big bad guy with the dirty money said so (this is just so we can have Lavi and Kanda doing crazy stuff and not have the whole country seeing it on TV hours later. I guess. Though maybe they will anyway? Oh, whatever works.)
So yeah. Run with it, if you want. XD
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i think i love you and we should very much get married. or i could just marry this drabble series. either/or.
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thank you, glad you like :)
Random addition of Not-Much-Thought
(Anonymous) 2010-11-11 12:59 am (UTC)(link)Location: Super Secret Scientific Facility (name changed to preserve super secretness)
People: Cute scientist chick with glasses that should change out of that lab coat into something a bit more form-fitting and revealing. Male scientist very busy glaring. Random science facility grunts in background. Newbie police officer partner Wong.
“So this report says that someone broke into the facility last night and sabotaged the vat of Acid That Can Eat Through Everything (fake name to protect unpublished results)?” he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Cross Marian was not hungover. He’d just had a little too much to drink. That and he was busy remembering the many reasons he’d sworn never to take on a case involving the Super Secret Facility ever again. At least the scientist girl was cute.
“It’s ruined two months of work!” the girl wailed, sniffling.
“Acid That Can Eat Through Almost Anything,” the male scientist who had been glaring at him since his female co-worker had started blushing when he’d bowed and kissed her hand before asking if he could take a moment of her time to ask her a few questions about the break-in corrected. “If it ate through everything, what did you think we were storing it in?” Cross would have rolled his eyes back at the young man if a) both of them were visible so it wouldn’t look silly, b) he wasn’t so not hungover, and c) due to not being hungover, he wasn’t still trying to untangle the giant complicated sentence of his thought process from a few moments ago.
“It says here one of the suspects had fuchsia hair tied in pigtails with yellow ribbons and the other had lime green hair in spikes all over their head,” he said instead, with a sigh. Somewhere in the back a member of the peanut gallery snickered.
“Probably wearing wigs, sir,” Wong supplied helpfully.
“The person who watched the surveillance videos and wrote up the report also states that both figures appeared to be, I quote, ‘wearing sunglasses from a Lady Gaga music video’.”
“Which one?” someone in the back piped up.
“Other than that, there appears to be no other clues on the suspects. There are no fingerprints, no footprints, and no sign of entry other than the evidence that your holy acid has something melted sitting in it. Either something is up, or you guys are going to have to find something more for us to go on if you want these suspects tracked down.” A stack of paper hit him on the head, and he came face to face with another one of the main reasons he’d hoped not to become tangled up with The Super Secret Facility again.
“Here,” the director of The Super Secret Facility said shortly. “More information to help you track down the suspects.”
Taking the stack of papers, he flipped through them quickly. There were letters. There were numbers. There were graphs and colored lines and squiggles and bands.
“Renee,” he said, putting on his most charming smile. “Baby.”
Renee Epstein granted him his second eyeroll of the morning. “It’s DNA analysis of whatever it was that was left in our storage vat.” He raised an eyebrow, which she matched. “It’s human DNA with the results showing there’s a 55 percent chance it belonged to File Subject AY0016758. Obviously.”
Obviously. But he knew what sort of research they did in this facility, who they worked for, and what sort of people would have records on file here.
“Dinner at Martel tonight?” he asked, turning up the charm some more. She crossed her arms over her low cut lab coat and waited. “I saw the perfect gown in a display window the other day; I think you should wear it for dinner tonight. It would go perfectly with your mother’s rubies.” He could see her debating, and after a moment she shrugged.
“We’ll have the information on the file subject and a list of people with the resources to get past security along with the results of our own interrogations on suspected weak links within the facility for you tonight.”
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