Once again, it is check-in time

[kate]

And technically I'm on vacation with my sister and nephew, so updating of the post may be molasses-like. Cheer each other on and poke anyone you know that hasn't been checking in? A few teams have been eerily quiet...

Teams:

✓ Team Podfic (✓ kate, lady_krysis, katemonkey)
Team Roque (lady_krysis, kate, physicsandballistics, zoronoa, maharet83, lunesque, mumblemutter)
✓ Team Ionisation (✓ kate, lady_krysis, physicsandballistics, zoronoa)
Team Thunderbolt (theleaveswant, kate, lady_krysis, franzeska, maharet83)
Team Buffy (sian1359, kate, physicsandballistics)
Team No Fate (tygermama, cleo1969, theleaveswant, lady_krysis, katemonkey, zoronoa)
Team Cleo (cleo1969, tygermama)
Team Mayincatec (franzeska, charybdis)
Team Fucking Hipster (katemonkey, kate, lady_krysis, tygermama, katya)
Team Petunias (harpers_child, recessional, kate, lady_krysis, theleaveswant)
Team Firelizards (recessional, physicsandballistics, coinin, sian1359, nonniemous)
Team Division (maharet83, physicsandballistics, kate, theleaveswant)
Team SLAUGHTERMELON (zoronoa, physicsandballistics, kate, lady_krysis, cleo1969)
Team Tasty Nomz (coinin, physicsandballistics, kate, zoronoa, katya, sapita)
Team Graphic Fuckery (mumblemutter (both), lady_krysis, kate, theleaveswant)
Team Soccer Dad (katya, lady_krysis, coinin, kate)
Team Wonderland (charybdis, franzeska)
Team Haiku (maharetr, kate, lady_krysis)
Team Ludomania (zoronoa, kate, franzeska, coinin)

Comments

Team Podfic

[kate]

Checking in - no progress. Soon.

Team Ionisation

[kate]

Checking in, some tiny amount of progress (on this end - much more on other ends). More to come, I think.

Team Tasty Nomz

[coinin]

I am writing. Lost all ability to brain today, so I transcribed stuff.

I declare this comment thread a teaparty. Right now there's linden blossom in the pot, help yourself. Teacups are in the blue corner cabinet. ;)

Team Soccer Dad?

[coinin]

Is this team still alive? I really want it to still be alive. I have an idea for a complement fic and everything.

So here is me, checking in with cheerleading and things. :D

Team Wonderland

[charybdis]

Well. I guess I have about 1.5k now, fixed up plot and all, so that's good! Not sure how much of the earlier stuff I'm going to be able to use (bummer, there's a lot of it) but we shall see. Have a scene!

***

Jensen’s voice over the radio is strained and frantic, going over the layout of the building, working his way to the North side. Cougar waits, breathes slow and even, and tries not to be annoyed by the rapid-fire staccato of Jensen’s impromptu escape in his ear.

The guards corner him right in front of the elevators.

Cougar wonders why Jensen doesn’t just take the stairs, but by the time this thought registers, the guards have boxed Jensen in, and he starts babbling some fantastic nonsense that makes the Hat thrum with glee and the Queen in his pocket hiss in pleasure.

Cougar sighs and lines up his shots, recognizing where the charade is going. The first two are solid to the body armor, and the third, out of Cougar’s line-of-sight, goes down without a fight. Jensen holds up an “okay” signal, takes a half-step toward the door—

And then someone shouts, loud enough to hear over Jensen’s mic, “Hold it!” and Cougar’s sightline is briefly interrupted by the advent of a woman, not tall and not particularly bristling with weapons, but Cougar well knows that one bullet, at that range and in the place she’s aiming — directly over the heart — will kill Jensen, body armor or no. Worse, he knows her, and he knows — even though he can’t see it at this angle — that she’s already squeezing the trigger, ever-so-lightly. (The standard trigger-discipline mantra — don’t touch it unless you expect to be pulling it in a moment — has always been meaningless, since she is always ready to put a bullet in someone.)

The Hat is too tight, too hot, and the Queen screams, Bring me her heart.

Shamefully, Cougar’s finger twitches, but it’s still braced against the guard while he waited for Jensen’s monologue to finish. It’s too late, anyway. She has passed out of his line of sight, now Jensen is in the way of his shot, and Cougar tries three times to tell Jensen to get clear now, but his mouth went bone-dry the moment he saw her face, and Jensen likely wouldn’t listen — the idiot is flirting with her.

“Hi, hi,” Jensen’s voice crackles over the radio, “Wow, that’s a really big gun. Could you point it somewhere else, maybe? I’m having a really hard time deciding whether I am more terrified for my life, or grateful that your face might be the last thing I’m gonna see, you know? Point that DEagle somewhere else — that would be a huge vote in favor of the latter option—”

There’s a murmur of her voice, and Cougar can barely see her, around Jensen’s bulk — first time he’s been frustrated by Jensen’s shoulders in this particular way.

“Awesome,” says Jensen. “Thank you for putting your scary gun away.”

Cougar is going to have a red mark on his fingertip where he’s too tense against the trigger guard, but this is a minor concern.

Her heart, the Queen demands. You know better than to let her live. Not after she’s seen his face. Caught his scent. Heard his pulse.

Jensen shifts his weight, wrapped up in the way the woman is laughing now, faint and tinny over his mic, not telegraphing for the sniper’s benefit anymore. The madness slides from Cougar’s crown, down his neck, across his arms, through his hands, and he knows where she is, certain as if he can see right through Jensen’s body. The Hat settles on his head, easy, now, and he pulls the trigger at the same instant that Jensen steps to the side.

Her head explodes, and Jensen swears, loud enough that the earpiece growls with overload, even as he’s leaping for the fire escape door.

Silence, madness -- the Hat keeps his hands steady as he follows Jensen’s descent, even behind the layers of concrete that surround the fire escape, all the way down.

Team Roque

[saekhwa]

I have words!

So now I can give everyone an excerpt, too. :D

"Jesus, Clay," Roque says. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Another late night. This time, it's the inside of Clay's cheek that aches, the skin cut from where his teeth clamped around it. He keeps poking at it with the tip of his tongue, can still taste copper from when it bled. It almost hurts more than the kick to the ribs.

"Right now," Clay answers, grin as big and wide as he can manage. His lip splits; there's a sharp, sweet zing just before the blood starts to well up. "I'm trying to go to sleep."

When Clay wakes up, he's not surprised to feel the plastic snug around his sac and cock. He curls his fingers around the device, stares at the ceiling -- the room chilly and the bed empty except for him -- and slowly strokes it. He bites the inside of his cheek and breathes past the slow, building pressure of the pain until his breath involuntarily hitches. He squeezes the cock cage, exhales, and then starts his day.

Team SLAUGHTERMELON

[pistolera]

I've got about 1k of the fic done! <3

Team Petunias!

[harpers_child]

i bought a wedding dress! ... that isn't related to the bang at all is it?

i have been thinking about the stargate plot and figuring out what happens when. i have a feeling i'll be hand-waving some of the in 'verse details. at some point this week i'll be ripping out part of my original working list and throwing in some different songs. there are a couple of songs that want to be on any stargate mix i do. have to see if any of those work. ("crawling king snake" most probably will not be making an appearance. "upward over the mountain" most probably will.)

i have a few more bits and pieces of the cyberpunk. mostly done. may change or add three or four songs. (each mix is 16 songs long. at that size three or four songs count as minute tweaking.)

inception is about half done, but i'm not completely in love with all the songs there. may be changing a lot.

trying to figure out the plot details for RED. cougar is professionally insulted when a second sniper is brought in for this op, but later decides that's stupid because vikki is awesome.

still plotless for zombies and trying to figure out either plot or a bunny for something else.