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Drabble of the Week
Sep. 15th, 2023 10:52 amChallenge words: contribution, deck, jaw, lick, plagiarize, willpower
The bedraggled CEA dropped into his chair. “I quit,” he groused. “The boatswain says I don’t do ‘a lick of work,’ which isn’t true. I’ve been helping passengers—”
“Seriously, Napoleon, you weren’t hired as cruise director.” The set of his partner’s jaw told him the Russian was exercising extreme willpower. “But you must be on board to make the switch.”
“We’ll trade jobs,” Napoleon huffed. “Your contribution to the mission can be swabbing decks while I toil here in the air conditioning.”
“Fine.” Illya handed him two battered scrolls. “Presuming your Japanese is sufficiently proficient to plagiarize twelfth century calligraphy.”
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Challenge: This one was written for Angst Bingo. The prompt was “outed.”
The senior agent stared across the expanse of choppy water and then at his new partner. He could hear their Thrush pursuers crashing through the underbrush a short distance behind them. It was now or never.
The Russian had removed his shoes and was wading into the waves but paused, head canted in puzzlement. “Napoleon, is there something you wish to tell me?”
“No,” he said, swallowing and inching forward.
One blond brow rose.
“Okay …. You read my personnel file, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you remember that I was on my college swim team?”
“Of course.”
“I was the towel boy.”
Note: According to Sam Rolfe’s pre-series production notes, Napoleon was on his college swim team. That skill never seemed to fit well with series canon.
The bedraggled CEA dropped into his chair. “I quit,” he groused. “The boatswain says I don’t do ‘a lick of work,’ which isn’t true. I’ve been helping passengers—”
“Seriously, Napoleon, you weren’t hired as cruise director.” The set of his partner’s jaw told him the Russian was exercising extreme willpower. “But you must be on board to make the switch.”
“We’ll trade jobs,” Napoleon huffed. “Your contribution to the mission can be swabbing decks while I toil here in the air conditioning.”
“Fine.” Illya handed him two battered scrolls. “Presuming your Japanese is sufficiently proficient to plagiarize twelfth century calligraphy.”
*******
Challenge: This one was written for Angst Bingo. The prompt was “outed.”
The senior agent stared across the expanse of choppy water and then at his new partner. He could hear their Thrush pursuers crashing through the underbrush a short distance behind them. It was now or never.
The Russian had removed his shoes and was wading into the waves but paused, head canted in puzzlement. “Napoleon, is there something you wish to tell me?”
“No,” he said, swallowing and inching forward.
One blond brow rose.
“Okay …. You read my personnel file, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you remember that I was on my college swim team?”
“Of course.”
“I was the towel boy.”
Note: According to Sam Rolfe’s pre-series production notes, Napoleon was on his college swim team. That skill never seemed to fit well with series canon.
