catko: (joe_s)
Title: The Red Caper
Fandom: Leverage
Exact Word Count: 500
Does each drabble have exactly 100 words?: Yes
Word/Prompt Used?: Red!

Nate peered at the wall screen. “We gotta get these guys,” he muttered. “But it won’t be easy. Scam a scammer, needs the right angle.”

“Story of our lives,” proclaimed Hardison, as he scrolled on the laptop. “With the number of innocent people these dudes have ripped off, we gotta get em good.”

“I always fancy Red Tiara. Valuable artifact, lost heirs, great fortune?” Sophie looked seductively at Nate. “Me, lapsed royal, just needing a small investment from my long lost cousin. Best, it’s direct. Just get the money from the mark. Easy peasy.” She twirled her hair, looking pleased.

“There’s also Red Gem. Work on their business greed. Set up a fake import-export business, talk these guys into investing with us…make off with their loot. I don’t know. These dudes are pretty tough, and there’s always that one dicey point in the con where you might just have to fight…” Nate rubbed his jaw, perhaps remembering past adventures.

“Well that’s no big, we got Our Man here! Just get him to see red!” Harrison slapped Eliot on the back, lurching him forward.

“I’ll show you red,” grunted Eliot, punching his right fist into his left hand, as Hardison grinned.

“We could always go to the classics. Sherlock Holmes, The Red Headed League. Keep the mark busy with some faked-up, well-paid gig based on one of his distinguishing characteristics, while you dig a tunnel under his office.”

“A tunnel?”

“Well, just a metaphor. In this case, it’d be ‘buy time; hack into their database and get the incriminating evidence.’”

“Ah.” Hardison nodded. “Now you’re speaking a language that I understand.”

“Of course a more modern, tried and true version of this is the Caribbean Cruise. But getting these dudes tickets for a junket just won’t do it in this case.”
“All right, focus.’ Sophie began pacing around the table. “What’ll it be. The Red Tiara, The Red Gem, or The Red-Headed League?”

Nate ticked off his fingers. “Red Tiara: Sophie gets to play royal, but it means singling one out from the others, yet working them all at the same time. Could be tricky, especially if they don’t trust each other much. Red Gem, takes product to set it up, and the aforementioned risky part. Red Headed League, keep ‘em busy while we get the evidence. More straightforward, but…not much glamour.” He looked at the others, who all shrugged half-heartedly.

Eliot glared. “Gad, I hate it when we can’t figure which plan to use. It’s like, we go in wishy-washy, it’s never gonna work out.”

Nate shrugged. “Here’s to letting fate decide. Or Parker, whichever comes first.” Just then, there was a rattle at the door and a a cheery “Yoo-hoo! Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe the line at—What?” as she noticed they’d all turned to stare at her, open-mouthed. She paused. “It’s…just for fun. They call it ombre.” Quirking a grimace at their stunned expressions, she twirled awkwardly as her long, bright red hair spun out around her.
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Magnum P.I. (with the cast of Leverage)

The world has been waiting, so here it is, for the 21st Century: Magnum P.I.! Yes, it's the lovable island denizens, living in Paradise, looking for trouble, and trying to solve mysteries--including some of their own. Starring Timothy Hutton as Thomas Magnum, ex-Navy Seal, now pursuing a tropical retreat, punctuated by helping out those more unfortunate than him...for a price (sometimes). He's helped out by his pal, another military vet, Theodore "TC" Calvin (Aldis Hodge), helicopter pilot and all around good guy. He lives on an estate run by Jona Quayle Higgins III (Gina Bellman), a somewhat stuffy but also mysterious Britisher. They spend a lot of their free time at the King Kamehameha Club, run by the suave Orville Wilbur Richard "Rick" Wright (Christian Kane), and also frequented by JJ Bonnick (Beth Riesgraf) , a recent arrival who has strange ties to Rick and seems to be a bit of a conman.

catko: (!Team Firefly)
Firefly Next: The Next Generation Flies with Serenity

After the spinoff of the much beloved series Firefly, Persephone Tales, which had our crew settling down and making their way dirtside, we return to meet the next generation of dreamers and adventurers. Yes, while Zoe, Mal and Inara, Simon and Kaylee, River, and even Jayne, came to enjoy the peace and occasional tussle of life in an edge-city community, working jobs, raising kids, and sharing meals, as their children came of age, they began to feel restless and long for the sky.

So after secret workings for a year, and above the objections of each of them at least once, the old crew rebuilt and refurbished Serenity into a space-worthy craft, and gifted her to their next generation: Simon and Kaylee's twins, Derria and Hoban; Mal and Inara's two, Sierra and Joao; the eldest, Maia, raised by her mom but with the charm and skill of the dad she'd never met; and the girl who appeared on the scene one day, in search of her father who didn't know she'd existed: Janie Lee, Jayne's daughter. Join us as we join them on their adventures in the Black!

(Casting, description, and graphic = 60 points)

Come Play!

Oct. 23rd, 2016 11:12 pm
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catko: (joe_s)
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairing(s): The Whole Team
Rating: G
Word Count: 601
Words/Prompts Used: let the cat out of the bag (and more)

Nate stroked his chin slowly. "I think this situation calls for Letting the Cat Out of the Bag." He leaned back in his chair, took a swig of iced tea, and glanced across to Sophie. She looked thoughtful for a moment, gazed at the flatscreen, and nodded. "Ah, yes, indeed, Very appropriate. The Pig in the Poke. I can totally see it."

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Paranoid Android - Radiohead
Please could you stop the noise
I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that?
When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all

This is a very computer-y song, but it also reflects Eliot's unsettling mix of scared and arrogant, and of course his mania. The title alone is very Eliot, with his withdrawn and at times robotic nature. The whole notion of a "paranoid android" is an oxymoron, but it fits Eliot!

Split Personalities - P!nk
Does anybody hear me
 Can they even see me

This is my reality, oh oh
 Said I'll say it again, you're my only friend

(I protect you from the world, I basically protect you from yourself)

This is obvious, with the multiple personalities thing. Yet it works on multiple (hah) levels, since Eliot also talks to "us" asking if we are his friend. And the whole aspect of both of Eliot's alter egos being essentially protective for him--but from who/what?

Basket Case - Green Day
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?

Not just because of the title and lyrics, similar to the songs above, but because I can imagine Eliot listening to Green Day, especially some of the more raucous songs.

Ball of Confusion (That's What the World Is Today) - Temptations
Round and round and around we go, where the world's headed nobody knows.
Great googa mooga, can't you hear me talkin' to you, just a
Ball of Confusion that's what the world is today

This relates to the financial meltdown that Eliot and his team unleashed, and how it resulted in more confusion, and more suffering, perhaps what they were trying to solve. The song itself has a pulsing, unrelenting feel that is so like the anxious pressure that the world now seems to be experiencing....
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• 4 HQ screencaps (from any movie/tv show) (10 points)

• 100 words for the prompt "play the game" (10 points)
Sherlock and Mycroft play games )

•  2 icons that incorporate the shape of either hearts, diamonds, spades, or clubs (10 points)

•  2 sigtags that incorporate the shape of either hearts, diamonds, spades, or clubs (10 points)

•  1 larger graphic: Grrrrr this was a gif but I'm still having problems getting those to upload! Click for bigger.

Castle Fic

Sep. 28th, 2016 11:40 pm
catko: (Castle Martha)
Title: The Third Act--With Dessert
Fandom: Castle
Word Count: 381
Words/Prompts Used: All, underlined

Castle opened the door into the loft and began pulling off his necktie, mulling that the toughest part of testifying in court was that he had to wear a stiff suit and a noose around his neck. A loud cacophony of whirring startled him from his plaint, and he was startled to see his mother, in a tall white hat and apron, at the kitchen counter running a food processor and loudly proclaiming "Heat it slowly, Alexis dear, you want to carmelize the sugar without burning it!" as Alexis, hair tied in a checkered scarf, hustled around behind her waving a large spoon and peering over the stove where something was steaming.

Pausing with his tie half-tugged, Castle stared and approached the counter warily. "Um, Mother...what is...I've never seen you...what are you doing? COOKING?" His incredulity was papable.

Martha looked up and smiled brightly. "Not cooking, dear, and don't sound so surprised. I'm schooling myself to learn to bake.  I predict great things." Gazing at the dough in the Cuisinart, she nodded decisively and began to spoon it out onto a wooden board.

"Baking?" Castle couldn't hide the tone of incredulity (nor did he try to). Martha paused as she reached for the rolling pin, put her hands on the counter, and looked him in the eye.  "Yes," she said with an actress's emphasis. "Baking. A Tarte Tatin. That's apple pie to you. But with an added finesse."  She gave a dramatic gesture and proceeded to roll out the pie crust. “If there’s one thing I know at my age, Richard, is that one must keep the spirits alive with new things. It’s the Third Act!” Again she gestured, this time spraying a mist of flour around her.

“Third  Act? Aren’t you up to more like the Fifth Act?”

“Hush, dear, don't be vulgar. Take one of these to sweeten your sour words.” She pointed to a plate. “Homemade chocolate truffles with nougat, no less. Dessert first!” Castle tentatively sampled the morsel and was amazed to find it was delicious. Hmmm, he thought to himself, getting up to go change, maybe this 3rd Act of Mother’s wouldn't be all that bad, and promised himself to up his personal trainer to four days a week.
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Title: At the Movies
Fandom: Elementary
Characters/Pairing(s): Joan and Sherlock
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the movie they are watching; see icon. Note: I didn't know how to resolve the "meta" elements, so I didn't try...
Word Count: 503
Words/Prompts Used: Movie Theater

Joan reached in the bag for another handful of popcorn--buttered, but why not--when she heard a snort from her left. Glancing over, she saw Sherlock hitching forward in his seat, finger raised, and mouth opening to (presumably) launch into some sort of commentary. Dropping the few kernals of popcorn, she quickly grabbed for his hand and quickly flashed the 'shush' gesture. He grimaced and subsided in his seat, drawing his knees up and glaring at the screen. Catching his eye, she gave a questioning look. He leaned toward her and blurted, while waving at the screen, "This is patently ridiculous. To approach the detection with such a single-mindedness, and for people to revere this insanity." Joan shrugged and whispered, "It's the only movie playing, and better this than wait out our confrontation with Landegris in his waiting room or lurking on the street corner for an hour. Anyway, I think it's fun." She settled back in her seat and munched some more popcorn. "It's a respite from thinking about how to catch a human trafficker."

Sherlock glowered and wagged his head from side to side as he tracked the dialogue of the characters on the screen. "In any case, it's specious to pit one form of detection against another. A good detective uses physical evidence, logic, and knowledge of human behavior. It would be totally ineffectual to only select one approach."

"Well, it's just a movie, and anyway I think it's a neat conceit. Famous psychiatrist, famous deductive detective, matching wits. The only one I don't care for is the sidekick. They make him out to be such a dolt." Joan picked up her Slushie and took a sip.

"Oh, I disagree entirely," said Sherlock, "I find that character to be the most believable, almost appealing. And the actor, Duvall, is incomparable." Joan glanced at her watch. "Well, too bad for you, because it's time to go. Landegris should be getting back to his office by now." As she gathered up her belongings, Sherlock jumped up, pushed past her, and began striding up the aisle. "However shall I survive, not knowing the conclusion to this half-baked affair!" he muttered. Joan trotted to catch up with him, and as they exited the theater, said perkliy, "Well, full disclosure, I read the book, decades ago, so I know how it ends."

In response to her partner's inquiring look, she continued. "The crux of the story is that the psychiatrist determines that the detective is deluded about the Master Criminal. That obsession, his desire to become a detective, and his--" she paused slightly, "his drug addiction, all stem from a childhood family trauma." Her companion paused as they reached the sidewalk. "Indeed. Well, perhaps that is a neat conceit. At any rate," as he began to stride on, "If from such trauma, good works come, who are we to question." Joan smiled to herself as she again trotted to catch up. "Sure. And speaking of good works...what's our approach to Landegris?"
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