In an effort to kick-start Ye Olde Writerbrain, I thought I'd do a few rounds of the Ficcing to Music meme.
Instructions: 1. Put your iPod or other mp3 player on Shuffle
2. Pick the first five/seven/ten songs that come up.
3. Write a short fic inspired by each of those songs. You may only write for the duration of the song - if the song lasts three minutes, you only write for three minutes. No cheating!*
*I cheated. The hell I was going to stop mid-sentence.
I'll probably do another one of these, possibly with ten songs, and definitely with different fandoms, since I realize I pretty much fell back on my 'safe' fandoms here. But for now, here's Round One:
[ETA] Also, I'll be happy to upload any song you want to hear; just give me a poke.
1.“Walk on the Ocean” – Toad the Wet Sprocket (3 min)
Sense memory is more reliable than internal narrative; what the mind does not remember the ears and tongue and skin do.
Jamie couldn’t have known that yet – it’d be centuries before human psychologists made that breakthrough. But he can’t help but think that every touch that passed between them was preparation, a sense memory in the making that couldn’t be cleanly erased.
“It’s me, Jamie,” he insists, “it’s the Doctor, really it is.” And the boy’s eyes are uncomprehending but even with new bones and new muscles his hand fits neatly on his arm.
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2. “Salsa No. V” – Klazz Brothers and Cuba Percussion (5 min 11 seconds)
Well, she didn’t have to look so put out about it. Learning to dance hadn’t been high on his list of priorities because it didn’t have to be; he’d danced once in his life, at Raymond’s wedding, and he’d never needed to again.
Of course, now that he’d confessed to not knowing how to dance, Marisol had felt compelled to teach him.
“See? This isn’t that bad,” she teased, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him along as she swayed. “You just step forward – good – now back – with me, Horatio, wait until I step with you. Good. See? You’re doing fine!”
He very much doubted that, but she was grinning at him and giggling as he stumbled (much as she tried not to), and the embarrassment might just be worth it for that.
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3. “Gypsy Rhapsody” – Bond (3 min 34 sec)
Normally, Rose was all for lingering, but the sooner she got out of this dress the better. Five layers of skirt was more than she felt like dealing with. But they wouldn’t even have been so bad, if it weren’t for these shoes.
And where she normally could have kept up with the Doctor easily, she was stumbling behind now, trying to move through her awkward clothes without causing a minor scandal in the palace of Duke Wossname of Somewhere In Italy.
By the time she caught up with him he was wearing a hat with an enormous feather in it for some reason – and was stabbing at empty air with a fork. No wonder there’d been a crowd.
“Where’ve you been?” he complained, as an invisible something seized his hat.
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4. “A Day Without Rain” – Enya (2 min 37 sec)
ETA: Now with Spoiler-blocking White Space!
Donna has always loved looking to the sky, even when the night’s too cold to stay out long. They take turns at the telescope and name planets, stars.
But there are evenings now when she gazes into the night and her eyes tear up; she cannot explain why when he asks her.
And he can’t be certain – he doesn’t dare try to find out – but he knows it’s the universe, the whole beautiful universe hiding in her head, longing to be seen and known again through faraway skies.
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5. “Up to the Roof” – Blue Man Group (3 min 51 sec)
Auron had never been one to question. When Braska had announced his pilgrimage, he hadn’t objected, hadn’t said a word. Neither of them had spoken of what was to come. They talked of the journey, and of seeing the world, and he’d promised Braska that he’d follow him to hell and back if that was what was required of him.
But the end was coming closer every day, and now -
Now Braska was going to waste his life, orphan his daughter, all for what? For another decade of peace before the shadow of Sin fell again?
He’d follow him still, if that was what he wanted. But these months of pilgrimage, in one another’s company, have made him too selfish to let his friend die for something so temporary.
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Goodness, it's been ages since I've written FFX fic. I kind of miss it. And hey, lookit that, I went and wrote post
-Journey's End fic, which I was pretty dead-set on not doing.
Um. I guess that's progress? Like I said, I'll probably do another one tomorrow.
ETA: Journey's End spoilers in the comments.
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That's pretty much the best I can come up with, at the moment. Love, love, *love* your brain. And wish it would write a book.
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I wish it would too. Ahem. *nudges it sharply*
But thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed them.
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Anyway, "A Day Without Rain" is my favorite track on that CD, so I was glad when it popped up. It's such a melancholy but beautiful little song...
The hat was the first thing I thought of - I wanted the Doctor and Rose in period costume somewhere, specifically somewhere where the Doctor could wear a large and dashing hat. After that it just needed a situation. :D
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More after I read them!
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And the last stanza of "Walk on the Ocean" is one of the more perfect lines for the Doctor-companion relationship I've ever heard, so I knew there had to be reunionfic involved. :D
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I confess I skipped that one, because though I was (accidentally) spoilered to the end of series four, I didn't see what lead up to the couple of minutes before Ten regenerated.
Also, you're going to hit me, I know you are, but I liked series one of Torchwood so much that I got series one of New Who and pre-ordered series two of Torchwood. ::ducks::
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but I liked series one of Torchwood so much that I got series one of New Who and pre-ordered series two of Torchwood.
I actually endorse the buying of New Who Season 1, because Chris Eccleston is awesome like cake. As to the rest...traitors. Traitors, the lot of you. :P
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I'm glad you liked 4 - I wasn't sure about it, since I figured there wasn't much post-Journey's End that hadn't been written before.
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