Thank God! And a fic.
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fluffernutter8Guess who found a dress for the bar mitzvah next Shabbat? That'd be me!!! After three separate trips to four different stores, I finally found one with an appropriate sleeve length (to the elbow), neckline (shallow, narrow v-neck, don't even need a tank top), skirt length (mid-calf). It's black and silky. I get to look for jewlery and heels some other time. Has anyone else noticed that sleeves and skirts seem to get shorter and shorter and necks seem to be getting lower and lower? I was really afraid I was going to look like a shiksa slut in front of the whole shul. But now I'm not! Yay!!!!
In related news, I finished my first fic from my fic request list (still 6 spaces to sign up. You can even sign up for a second one if you want.)
Title: Book Club (It has an alternate title, but you have to comment to learn it)
Author: Fluff
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 436
Disclaimer: Ho, hum, not mine.
Setting: Early S2 of BTVS
Feedback: This is me being serious for a second. Do you know how much it makes my day for someone to take 10 seconds to tell me that they read my fic and/or that they liked it? Seriously, all you need to type it "good job" or "nice fic" or "that was semi-amusing for a small portion of my life" or even just ":-)". Those responses are all typed out for you- all you have to do it copy and paste them into a response box. 20 seconds, max, and it will make my day, I promise you.
Dedication: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kairosimperfect , we have Angel and Giles with the prompt "warning." Thanks for giving me my fic, K. The prompt struck me as funny, so here you go!
For the first time in memory, Xander was the first to show up to the Scooby meeting that Giles had called. He was so early, in fact, that the whole school was deserted-not even a janitor sweeping up. It was creeping Xander out. He was used to the school being full of people, as it was during school: people talking or flirting or being beaten up or making out against the lockers. And going to classes. Xander was pretty sure there was some component of school that involved learning.
Even when they were having these late/early top secret Scooby meetings, there were always lights and the sound of chewing and chattering from the library. Now it was totally silent. Xander tiptoed towards the library; somehow making a lot of noise just seemed to make it creepier.
“Giles will be there. He's always there. The library is like his home,” he assured himself.
Indeed, there was a light on in the library. However, it was only the small lamp in Giles's office instead of the light over the front desk or the shelves. In a surprisingly tactful move, Xander cracked the door a little quietly in case Giles had fallen asleep. He didn't see the Watcher/librarian anywhere, but he did hear his voice...and another (unfortunately) familiar one.
“Bloody hell, the raven always acts as a warning of death!”
“Look at the story of Noah- the raven simply represents failure or discord.”
“Which are offshoots of death. They're all tied together, man, can't you see?!”
“What about Poe- the raven tied with love and madness? Just because they're all depressing topics, doesn't mean we can't distinguish between them!”
“Giles! Angel! What are you guys doing here?”
“Xander!” Giles shot up from the chair he was sitting in, facing Angel's, so fast that he nearly knocked a china plate off his desk. “We were just talking-er, researching. Something important.” He seemed to regain control of himself and asked more calmly, “Are you the first one here?”
“Geez, don't sound so shocked. I can be on time every once in a while.”
“It appears so,” Angel murmured, starting to slink out of the library in his sneaky vamp-guy way.
“Oh, you can stay,” Giles told him, side-stepping into the office doorway.
“No, I really have to go,” Angel demurred. “Xander,” he added, nodding to the teen once. He was gone in another minute, his dark clothes blending into the darkness of the hallway, but Xander could have sworn that he had heard him mutter before he disappeared “I'll bring the refreshments next time.”
In related news, I finished my first fic from my fic request list (still 6 spaces to sign up. You can even sign up for a second one if you want.)
Title: Book Club (It has an alternate title, but you have to comment to learn it)
Author: Fluff
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 436
Disclaimer: Ho, hum, not mine.
Setting: Early S2 of BTVS
Feedback: This is me being serious for a second. Do you know how much it makes my day for someone to take 10 seconds to tell me that they read my fic and/or that they liked it? Seriously, all you need to type it "good job" or "nice fic" or "that was semi-amusing for a small portion of my life" or even just ":-)". Those responses are all typed out for you- all you have to do it copy and paste them into a response box. 20 seconds, max, and it will make my day, I promise you.
Dedication: For
kairosimperfect , we have Angel and Giles with the prompt "warning." Thanks for giving me my fic, K. The prompt struck me as funny, so here you go!For the first time in memory, Xander was the first to show up to the Scooby meeting that Giles had called. He was so early, in fact, that the whole school was deserted-not even a janitor sweeping up. It was creeping Xander out. He was used to the school being full of people, as it was during school: people talking or flirting or being beaten up or making out against the lockers. And going to classes. Xander was pretty sure there was some component of school that involved learning.
Even when they were having these late/early top secret Scooby meetings, there were always lights and the sound of chewing and chattering from the library. Now it was totally silent. Xander tiptoed towards the library; somehow making a lot of noise just seemed to make it creepier.
“Giles will be there. He's always there. The library is like his home,” he assured himself.
Indeed, there was a light on in the library. However, it was only the small lamp in Giles's office instead of the light over the front desk or the shelves. In a surprisingly tactful move, Xander cracked the door a little quietly in case Giles had fallen asleep. He didn't see the Watcher/librarian anywhere, but he did hear his voice...and another (unfortunately) familiar one.
“Bloody hell, the raven always acts as a warning of death!”
“Look at the story of Noah- the raven simply represents failure or discord.”
“Which are offshoots of death. They're all tied together, man, can't you see?!”
“What about Poe- the raven tied with love and madness? Just because they're all depressing topics, doesn't mean we can't distinguish between them!”
“Giles! Angel! What are you guys doing here?”
“Xander!” Giles shot up from the chair he was sitting in, facing Angel's, so fast that he nearly knocked a china plate off his desk. “We were just talking-er, researching. Something important.” He seemed to regain control of himself and asked more calmly, “Are you the first one here?”
“Geez, don't sound so shocked. I can be on time every once in a while.”
“It appears so,” Angel murmured, starting to slink out of the library in his sneaky vamp-guy way.
“Oh, you can stay,” Giles told him, side-stepping into the office doorway.
“No, I really have to go,” Angel demurred. “Xander,” he added, nodding to the teen once. He was gone in another minute, his dark clothes blending into the darkness of the hallway, but Xander could have sworn that he had heard him mutter before he disappeared “I'll bring the refreshments next time.”
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Date: 2009-07-26 09:11 pm (UTC)I like the story, even if I've never watched BTVS, and therefore had no real idea what I was reading. *thumbs up*
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Date: 2009-07-27 01:40 am (UTC)The full title of this is The Sunnydale Interspecies Scholarly Discussion and Book Club (I just read the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and I needed to emulate) but I thought that gave away too much about the story.
Thanks for commenting. And for laughing.
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Date: 2009-07-27 03:05 am (UTC)I love it. Thank you.
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Date: 2009-07-27 03:09 am (UTC)(FYI...Angel brings blood for him and scones for Giles. Giles brought lemon bars for the current meeting. That's what used to be on the china plate he almost knocked over. Okay, I'm getting a little too in to this one.)
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