Havoc in the Bunny Queue
Oct. 27th, 2002 12:43 am[Scene: The GW Common Room]
[It appears as if a whirlwind has passed through, the room is littered with enpty food and drink containers, piles of paper are scattered around, and plotbunnies are huddled together in little clusters in various places. In the center of all this are the G-Boyz, arranged on or around the couch. They're all arguing and waving limp bunnies around.]
Duo: [looking particularly harried] Look, I'm sorry! Wait -- no, I'm not! I *told* you already that I'm buried so deep that I just can't *do* that right now!
Wufei: [flushed] You haven't been ready to work on this in a long time! I just want the damn fic finished!
Duo: Quit yer bellyachin'! It's mostly you angsting anyway!
Wufei: But you won't help me with--
Duo: Goddamn, no *wonder* the Writer hasn't touched your fic. If you act like a pissy little girl all the time--
Wufei: I do not act like a pissy little girl!
Duo: That's right, you *are* a pissy little girl!
Wufei: [snarls]
Quatre: [throws himself between them] Okay, back off, you two! It's obvious we're not getting anywhere. Wufei, you're just going to have to wait until these deadlines come due. Who knows? The Writer might decide to finish up your fic soon. And Duo? When that happens, you *have* to work with Wufei. It's your duty. [he writes something down on a legal pad]
Duo: Yeah yeah whatever. [visibly shakes off his stress] What's next, Q-ball?
Quatre: Well, if we're going chronologically, it would be the Halloween fic contest thing.
Duo: [rustles through a pile of bunnies and pulls out a black one with a violet collar. The collar has a music note tag] Well, here's mine. But it's not really a *Halloween* fic.
Just creepy.
Quatre: Ah, well... [pulls out a black bunny with a green and marine striped collar. The tag has a "0" on it] Here's mine and Trowa's.
Trowa: I'm not part of that fic.
Quatre: [blinks] But--
Trowa: NO. I wash my hands of it. I may be implied, but it's not too clear.
Quatre: But you *are*--
Trowa: [holds up a black bunny with a green collar and "0" tag and shakes it] Do you remember this? This bunny? The bunny that gave me screaming nightmares and a Koppi I can't stand? I think I've fulfilled my psycho!fic quota for the moment.
Quatre: [sighs] Fine. It will be *my* bunny then. [the bunny's collar immediately turns a solid marine color] And, Duo? I suppose whichever gets written first will be it.
Duo: [nods] Sure. [tosses the bunny over his shoulder, where it lands with a squeak] What am I supposed to do with this? [dangles up another bunny; it's chocolate colored with a violet and blue collar] I mean, I know it's for another contest and all...
Heero: [raises an eyebrow] That's ours. It grew.
Duo: [smiles] Yeah, great, isn't it? Mostly angst, but that's how the Writer is.
Heero: Does it have that happy ending?
Duo: Yup! And I don't even have to burst into tears like a traumatized uke.
Wufei: [smirks]
Duo: [sticks his tongue out]
Heero: [takes hold of the bunny and it cuddles up against him] Hn. At least I'm not shell-shocked and naked.
Duo: Nah, me this time around, but you get to kiss it all better, ne, Hee-chan?
Heero: [smirks, then scoots over so that he's leaning against Duo]
Quatre: [scribbles something down on the legal pad] Okay... well, since that one's for the Moments contest, hopefully the Writer will get to it in time. What about the other contest?
Wufei: [snorts] That's not a contest. It's voyuerism thinly veiled as a legitimate contest. Gratituitous sex.
Trowa: Someone sounds like he isn't getting any.
Wufei: Shove it, Barton!
Trowa: Not when you're this tense.
Duo: [chuckles] See, I'm not the only one who thinks you've been *way* too bitchy lately, Wu-babe.
Heero: [interjecting before another argument ensues] You don't have to worry about the contest, I've got a bunny. [he tosses a grey bunny with a blue collar on the coffee table]
[Everyone stares at the bunny. It twitches its nose and coughs up some paper. Duo snatches up the sheets and hie eyebrow raises as he reads]
Quatre: [from where he's reading over Duo's shoulder] Heero... this... this is...
Duo: Dammit. [tosses the papers on the table, where Wufei and Trowa snatch them up to read] Fine... you beat my PWP idea!
Heero: I'm perfect, what can I say?
Wufei: [pokes Trowa] See? I *told* you. Thinly veiled voyuerism and gratituitous sex.
Trowa: Technically, it's not sex if he's just jacking off.
Wufei: Don't push me, Barton.
Quatre: [blinks, then scribbles on the notepad] Heero? Do you even think you can get the Writer to... well, even *consider* this fic? You know she doesn't like to write lemons.
Heero: [shrugs] I have my ways.
Duo: That's Heero-speak for, "She better do what I say, or I'll go into psycho!uberseme!Mode again."
Heero: I wasn't *that* bad.
[Everyone just stares at him. The bunny yawns and hops off the table]
Heero: I *wasn't*.
Duo: [coughs]
Heero: [eye twitching] What?
Trowa: [looks away to hide his smile] I wasn't the one who got my ass kicked by my flamingly gay counterpart.
Heero: [*TWITCH*]
[It appears as if a whirlwind has passed through, the room is littered with enpty food and drink containers, piles of paper are scattered around, and plotbunnies are huddled together in little clusters in various places. In the center of all this are the G-Boyz, arranged on or around the couch. They're all arguing and waving limp bunnies around.]
Duo: [looking particularly harried] Look, I'm sorry! Wait -- no, I'm not! I *told* you already that I'm buried so deep that I just can't *do* that right now!
Wufei: [flushed] You haven't been ready to work on this in a long time! I just want the damn fic finished!
Duo: Quit yer bellyachin'! It's mostly you angsting anyway!
Wufei: But you won't help me with--
Duo: Goddamn, no *wonder* the Writer hasn't touched your fic. If you act like a pissy little girl all the time--
Wufei: I do not act like a pissy little girl!
Duo: That's right, you *are* a pissy little girl!
Wufei: [snarls]
Quatre: [throws himself between them] Okay, back off, you two! It's obvious we're not getting anywhere. Wufei, you're just going to have to wait until these deadlines come due. Who knows? The Writer might decide to finish up your fic soon. And Duo? When that happens, you *have* to work with Wufei. It's your duty. [he writes something down on a legal pad]
Duo: Yeah yeah whatever. [visibly shakes off his stress] What's next, Q-ball?
Quatre: Well, if we're going chronologically, it would be the Halloween fic contest thing.
Duo: [rustles through a pile of bunnies and pulls out a black one with a violet collar. The collar has a music note tag] Well, here's mine. But it's not really a *Halloween* fic.
Just creepy.
Quatre: Ah, well... [pulls out a black bunny with a green and marine striped collar. The tag has a "0" on it] Here's mine and Trowa's.
Trowa: I'm not part of that fic.
Quatre: [blinks] But--
Trowa: NO. I wash my hands of it. I may be implied, but it's not too clear.
Quatre: But you *are*--
Trowa: [holds up a black bunny with a green collar and "0" tag and shakes it] Do you remember this? This bunny? The bunny that gave me screaming nightmares and a Koppi I can't stand? I think I've fulfilled my psycho!fic quota for the moment.
Quatre: [sighs] Fine. It will be *my* bunny then. [the bunny's collar immediately turns a solid marine color] And, Duo? I suppose whichever gets written first will be it.
Duo: [nods] Sure. [tosses the bunny over his shoulder, where it lands with a squeak] What am I supposed to do with this? [dangles up another bunny; it's chocolate colored with a violet and blue collar] I mean, I know it's for another contest and all...
Heero: [raises an eyebrow] That's ours. It grew.
Duo: [smiles] Yeah, great, isn't it? Mostly angst, but that's how the Writer is.
Heero: Does it have that happy ending?
Duo: Yup! And I don't even have to burst into tears like a traumatized uke.
Wufei: [smirks]
Duo: [sticks his tongue out]
Heero: [takes hold of the bunny and it cuddles up against him] Hn. At least I'm not shell-shocked and naked.
Duo: Nah, me this time around, but you get to kiss it all better, ne, Hee-chan?
Heero: [smirks, then scoots over so that he's leaning against Duo]
Quatre: [scribbles something down on the legal pad] Okay... well, since that one's for the Moments contest, hopefully the Writer will get to it in time. What about the other contest?
Wufei: [snorts] That's not a contest. It's voyuerism thinly veiled as a legitimate contest. Gratituitous sex.
Trowa: Someone sounds like he isn't getting any.
Wufei: Shove it, Barton!
Trowa: Not when you're this tense.
Duo: [chuckles] See, I'm not the only one who thinks you've been *way* too bitchy lately, Wu-babe.
Heero: [interjecting before another argument ensues] You don't have to worry about the contest, I've got a bunny. [he tosses a grey bunny with a blue collar on the coffee table]
[Everyone stares at the bunny. It twitches its nose and coughs up some paper. Duo snatches up the sheets and hie eyebrow raises as he reads]
Quatre: [from where he's reading over Duo's shoulder] Heero... this... this is...
Duo: Dammit. [tosses the papers on the table, where Wufei and Trowa snatch them up to read] Fine... you beat my PWP idea!
Heero: I'm perfect, what can I say?
Wufei: [pokes Trowa] See? I *told* you. Thinly veiled voyuerism and gratituitous sex.
Trowa: Technically, it's not sex if he's just jacking off.
Wufei: Don't push me, Barton.
Quatre: [blinks, then scribbles on the notepad] Heero? Do you even think you can get the Writer to... well, even *consider* this fic? You know she doesn't like to write lemons.
Heero: [shrugs] I have my ways.
Duo: That's Heero-speak for, "She better do what I say, or I'll go into psycho!uberseme!Mode again."
Heero: I wasn't *that* bad.
[Everyone just stares at him. The bunny yawns and hops off the table]
Heero: I *wasn't*.
Duo: [coughs]
Heero: [eye twitching] What?
Trowa: [looks away to hide his smile] I wasn't the one who got my ass kicked by my flamingly gay counterpart.
Heero: [*TWITCH*]
