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[bodldops]

Alright, folken. I can't be home for New Years, so give me something to do.

Fic prompts!

*looks at flist expectantly*

Oh dude, it's Puss on the tv. Antonio Banderas has never looked so cute. :D

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[varadia]

Ace and Raven taking on DW aliens! Or possessed cabbage patch kids dolls.

Or Torchwood vs Romana!

Or Dan (from Journeyman) and Ace running into each other during one of his time-skip thingers!

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"It is a thing, with the shouting?"

Ace, who was peering around the corner, her faithful nitro in hand, pauses and looks over her shoulder at the lanky man in his tattered coat where he leans against the alley wall, looking both utterly natural and completely out of place.

"That wasn't even remotely funny, Adobebutt." She informs him. "Not even a tiny bit." The lanky man shrugs, not at all discomforted by the pyro's incredulous stare.

"It is, I'm thinking, a lack of cookies." He suggests, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket. It lights obligingly, not waiting for the aid of a lighter. Ace sighs and shifts to sit, leaning against her side of the alley, the rough brick catching strands of her hair and pulling them out of her ponytail.

"We've been over this, I'm sure. They don't eat, they're..."

"Behind you." Raven interrupts, mildly. Ace squeaks, adrenaline lending her the ability to leap away from the wall, springing towards her brother and turning and...

Yup. It's a Dalek. But... it's... not shouting. No 'EXTERMINATE' or 'DALEKS RULE SUPREME' or any of their other well-worn lines. Ace, panting roughly, stares at the Dalek for a long minute while it fails to do much of anything other than be there.

"Um." Well, that's utterly unexpected. Still, she's not one to look a gift Dalek in the mouth. Figuratively. She creeps over to the still Dalek while the lanky man watches her (helpfully). When the Dalek continues to fail to do anything, she takes a crowbar to it's top.

The lid pops off, and she discovers the cause for silence. There's no actual Dalek inside.

It's all cookies.

Girl Scout Cookies.

Those Thin Mint things, actually.

"I hate you, Raven. Really." Ace huffs and, collecting her rucksack of Nitro-9, storms off to go find some real Daleks to blow up, because blowing up your brother is not considered good family relations.

Behind her there is a laugh which melds into a rough caw, and the next person to head down that alley will find an empty Dalek shell. Cookies shouldn't be wasted, after all.