021--Fanfic Cliche 2, activate

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Enter Rose, again I know, I know. Blame Star., reading a book on the psychology of reptiles or something. And she's got pie. A whole pie. Mmmm, pie.

--don't ask. We all know she's crazy.

Also, she's covered in alien sex pollen. And she doesn't know this. Enjoy.]

((SO. Basically, how this works, since I refuse to start an orgy, it only works on her--so if your character walks by her, chances are, they're, er....effected. And someone putting the moves on her would make it activate in her brain. IT MAKES SENSE IN MY HEAD. And it doesn't have to go too far. It can end wherever you'd like. Yeah. You know where I'm going with this. It's called alien sex pollen for a reason people. Questions? Comments? Concerns? You know where to find me.))

Comments

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[here's Gene, watching you read. it's such an alien thing to him, after all] Plan on giving shrink lessons to some crocodiles, luv?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. I'm changing careers. I'm going to be an iguana psychotherapist.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

The hell is that?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

They try to figure out what's wrong with iguanas. Like a shrink.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

['lo Bob. You have pie?]

And I thought I arrive here with odd things.

[indeed, he has on what appears to be a sling of arrows and in one hand is a bow, not to mention the Robin Hood hat]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[She always has pie]

...a book on reptilian psychology and pie is weirder than what you've got?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, that and the pie. It's a weird combo.

[leans over, sniffs her hair]

You smell different.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Are you pursuing new interests, Rose Tyler?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Nah. Just doing some homework, since we have some reptilian aliens lurking around the office.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That sounds horribly unfortunate. [beat] Have you been in something?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[here is a Doctor, amused and bemused]

Reptiles, Rose?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Never seen a pet psychologist?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wryly] I can't say I've had any conversation with one.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Edges across, being drawn by food AGAIN] Pie with reptiles, interesting pastime.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Pie is the best way to get through boring books.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Why are you reading such a book then?

[Glances down at the pie and frowns slightly]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Reading over her shoulder.] ...reptiles have a psychology?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I guess they do, yeah. I don't think the author really knows anything about it, though.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have thought they would. Who wrote it, anyway?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Here's Cloud, looking unsure and hesistant about, yanno, initiating interaction with another human being. But he does, anyhow.]

Are you - okay?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Fine, yeah. You?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud is looking awkward and knows something wrong is going on. He's a superhuman, he has cool senses and noticed things like this. He looks around.]

I'm fine. Is there something - can you feel that?

[He knows there is something wrong here, and commences to look like a neurotic idiot looking around for invisible bothering substance.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Psychology of reptiles and pie.

And I thought my evenings were strange.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, y'know. Torchwood. [Eats some pie] Pie is the only thing getting me through the book. I get a piece when I read five pages.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Sounds like the way Ianto tried o bribe me to do paperwork, except instead of pie I'd get a cup of coffee and a kiss every five pages.