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Ok I'll get the ball rolling with a theme. My choice for this week is : Contacts.
I wonder what the other two winners will choose.
I wonder what the other two winners will choose.
Theme #2 is: Talcum Powder!
EDIT: Per the Rules...
The "Official" method in case of a tie is:
Each winner chooses a topic.
The drabbles then have to be on one of those topics (at least).
You get extra kudos if you write a drabble combining the topics, which so far has only involved 2 topics, but it is not neccessary.
Trying to write a drabble combining 3 topics will, in all probability, just get you frazzeled brain cells.
You can make a drabble now with one or both of those themes.
You know, if we don't hear from him by tomorrow, we could just default his theme to "splendour".
One vote from me for doing that.You know, if we don't hear from him by tomorrow, we could just default his theme to "splendour".
One vote from me for doing that.
Well then that means I get at least one vote:-
Insert Ship A Into Slot B
Sid was just about to ease his Lakon through the docking slot when disaster struck again. His contact lenses fell out.
A pilot watched the Lakon lurch into the side of the door. He was expecting the splendour of a massive explosion, which never happened.
He congratulated Sid, "That was a close call! It's amazing the way your ship just slid through the slot."
Sid sighed, "It wasn't the only accident on this trip. I got hit by a loose canister when I was leaving Azeban. It sprayed the contents all over my spaceship. I think it was talcum powder."
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
The Bargain
Look, I got it cheap, OK. And spangly onesies are all the rage in Imperial systems at the moment.
Only one careful owner or at least that's what they said at the market. Finding a Splendour (tm) onesie in a backwater like this is a fantastic piece of luck. And it has mirrors!
I'm planning on wearing it at this years Lavecon event. I'll be making contacts the whole weekend, if you know what I mean. It's going to be awesome!
But - speaking of contacts, this thing does need a fresh absorbent insert. Pass me the talcum powder would you?
Look, I got it cheap, OK. And spangly onesies are all the rage in Imperial systems at the moment.
Only one careful owner or at least that's what they said at the market. Finding a Splendour (tm) onesie in a backwater like this is a fantastic piece of luck. And it has mirrors!
I'm planning on wearing it at this years Lavecon event. I'll be making contacts the whole weekend, if you know what I mean. It's going to be awesome!
But - speaking of contacts, this thing does need a fresh absorbent insert. Pass me the talcum powder would you?
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Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Ooooh, me brain cells!
Everyone does realise that there should be more than 4 entries to have a chance of getting an outright winner?
Everyone does realise that there should be more than 4 entries to have a chance of getting an outright winner?
Splendid Cargo
The cloud circled around the pilot, he coughed and choked sending little dribbles of spittle into the cloud collecting the dust and falling to the floor leaving a droplet.
The door opened and the pilot obeying the customs officers places his hands on the flight console.
‘Nothing to declare you say?’
‘Erm.... nope... just some talc escaped... achooo’
‘I’m not sure I beleive you, because our sniffer dog just passed out’
‘Wow look at the floating fridge’
‘These are not the doobs....’ The officers slump to the floor
The pilot smiles. ‘Always pass out the first time you try it’
The cloud circled around the pilot, he coughed and choked sending little dribbles of spittle into the cloud collecting the dust and falling to the floor leaving a droplet.
The door opened and the pilot obeying the customs officers places his hands on the flight console.
‘Nothing to declare you say?’
‘Erm.... nope... just some talc escaped... achooo’
‘I’m not sure I beleive you, because our sniffer dog just passed out’
‘Wow look at the floating fridge’
‘These are not the doobs....’ The officers slump to the floor
The pilot smiles. ‘Always pass out the first time you try it’
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Could be tricky to get a winner from these slim pickings!!
Current Entries
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01 *100* - Frank - Insert Ship A into Slot B : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=521415&postcount=3649[/SIZE]
02 *099* - Ian Phillips - The Bargain : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=522406&postcount=3650[/SIZE]
03 *100* - Psykokow - Splendid Cargo : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=522450&postcount=3653[/SIZE]
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Frank - Insert Ship A into Slot B : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=521415&postcount=3649[/SIZE]
02 *099* - Ian Phillips - The Bargain : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=522406&postcount=3650[/SIZE]
03 *100* - Psykokow - Splendid Cargo : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=522450&postcount=3653[/SIZE]
Under a Cloud
Confusion reigned down on the ships that entered the Beagle 2 sector.
The station in all its splendour had gone. Replaced by a large white cloud.
Radar contacts entering the cloud instantly disappeared.
Eventually those who requested landing permission were refused due to the cloud and multiple ship debris.
It was days before the station was visible again.
All this caused by an Anaconda docking gone wrong. The destruction of the ship scattering its full cargo hold of talcum powder.
Even as we speak, Imperial scientists are being inspired by this incident to create talc missiles to block enemy stations.
Confusion reigned down on the ships that entered the Beagle 2 sector.
The station in all its splendour had gone. Replaced by a large white cloud.
Radar contacts entering the cloud instantly disappeared.
Eventually those who requested landing permission were refused due to the cloud and multiple ship debris.
It was days before the station was visible again.
All this caused by an Anaconda docking gone wrong. The destruction of the ship scattering its full cargo hold of talcum powder.
Even as we speak, Imperial scientists are being inspired by this incident to create talc missiles to block enemy stations.
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A Splendid Contact
Carla was sweating profusely in front of the bright lights. “Look, I know a man who knows a woman who..”
“Not in front of the staff!” snapped Derrin, a wave of the hand sending his makeup team scampering.
With eye shadow not yet applied and his wig only half powdered Derrin was not yet the shining jewel of the Imperial Court he would that evening, but was still every inch the consort of a Senator. Suave, sophisticated, calculating, merciless. Everything Carla wished she could be.
Derrin leaned back and smiled. “Now, tell me about this pirate ‘friend of a friend’.”
Carla was sweating profusely in front of the bright lights. “Look, I know a man who knows a woman who..”
“Not in front of the staff!” snapped Derrin, a wave of the hand sending his makeup team scampering.
With eye shadow not yet applied and his wig only half powdered Derrin was not yet the shining jewel of the Imperial Court he would that evening, but was still every inch the consort of a Senator. Suave, sophisticated, calculating, merciless. Everything Carla wished she could be.
Derrin leaned back and smiled. “Now, tell me about this pirate ‘friend of a friend’.”
Best laid plans...
“Quiet, you moron” he thought. His every movement an exercise in stealth, he eased the door open.
He had remembered to disable the contacts that gave a warning “Beep” when it opened. “This might still work”.
Light from the hallway cast shadows into the darkened room.
The splendour of the party beckoned. He edged into the hall, adjusting his jacket. 12 months of planning to assemble all the guests he needed in one place.
“CRAP” The smell hit him. He turned back and reached for the nappies and talcum powder. “KIDS!! Why did his wife have to be ill tonight”
“Quiet, you moron” he thought. His every movement an exercise in stealth, he eased the door open.
He had remembered to disable the contacts that gave a warning “Beep” when it opened. “This might still work”.
Light from the hallway cast shadows into the darkened room.
The splendour of the party beckoned. He edged into the hall, adjusting his jacket. 12 months of planning to assemble all the guests he needed in one place.
“CRAP” The smell hit him. He turned back and reached for the nappies and talcum powder. “KIDS!! Why did his wife have to be ill tonight”
Paradise lost and found.
Devastated as it was, Joon could still imagine the splendour of the Imperial outpost in its heyday.
Picking through rubble she searched, the talc-fine ash (radioactive of course) got everywhere. Cursing, she wiped her visor again.
The Feds had burned this ball a few years ago. Gods know why. Like quarrelling children, they didn't need a reason and nobody really cared, well not a salvager like her anyway.
Blasting fallen beams aside, she entered the old Senator's residence.
Smiling now, she called her partner in high orbit.
'Terrian? Payday babe. Wake your contacts, we've got solid gold bathrooms to fence.'
Devastated as it was, Joon could still imagine the splendour of the Imperial outpost in its heyday.
Picking through rubble she searched, the talc-fine ash (radioactive of course) got everywhere. Cursing, she wiped her visor again.
The Feds had burned this ball a few years ago. Gods know why. Like quarrelling children, they didn't need a reason and nobody really cared, well not a salvager like her anyway.
Blasting fallen beams aside, she entered the old Senator's residence.
Smiling now, she called her partner in high orbit.
'Terrian? Payday babe. Wake your contacts, we've got solid gold bathrooms to fence.'
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