When the Muses Play...
Sep. 17th, 2001 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater[Scene: the Writer's Santum, as usual. She is sprawled face-down on her desk, precariously perched in her Big Ass Chair (TM), toes dangling above the carpet. Bunnies surround her, but this is not unusual.]
[G-boyz enter the Sanctum as a group, obviously (or not as obviously if you're Trowa or Heero) worried about being called in together. All the G-boyz are in their default slut!modes.]
Duo: [who is once again wearing his "Must Pilot A Gundam To Ride" shirt and unbuttoned black cargos] Uh... Writer? You bellowed?
Writer: [voice muffled by the desk] Yes. I did.
Quatre: [who is clad only in his Little Little Shorts (TM)] You don't normally call us in together. Is there a problem?
Writer: Yes. There is.
Duo: [hands on hips] Well, d'ya wanna tell us?
Writer: What the hell do you think you guyz are doing?
Wufei: [who is wearing worn-in-all-the-right-places blue jeans and no shirt] What do you mean, onna?
Writer: [looking up] I mean, *that*. [waves vaguely at the Boyz' attire] What do you think you're doing going around like *THAT*?
Heero: [wearing his green tank top and tight-as-hell jeans] You were under stress. This affected you negatively. We were trying to ease your mind.
Writer: By going slut!mode on me and fucking almost non-stop for the whole WEEKEND?!
Trowa: [wearing only leather pants and boots] It got your mind off the angst and bad things.
Writer: [livid] *YOU* are not allowed to say anything else! You've been the worst out of all of them! If it weren't for the fact that I KNOW how insatiable Duo and QUatre are, I would have said that YOU were the one who instigated this whole thing!
Trowa: ...
Writer: Shut up! I *heard* that!
Duo: Well, what do you want us to do? If you write angst or dark or ZERO System right now, your head is going to explode. We can do WaFF and Fluff like everyone else.
Writer: I have nothing against WaFF and Fluff. I *love* WaFF and Fluff. What I don't appreciate is you guyz bombarding me with PWPs!
Quatre: I'm sure you can come up with some sort of haphazard plot to make it non-PWP.
Writer: You aren't allowed to say anything either! Your desk is BROKEN... AGAIN! And this time, I don't know who fucking did it. I swear to God, that thing gets more action than all of you combined.
Wufei: Possibly because we all manage to use it successfully.
Duo: [grinning] Besides, it's not like you don't think the image is hot.
Writer: Look. Go back to your defaults, ANYTHING besides slut!mode. I've trying to work on that non-PWP again.
Heero: Oh great. I get to be shell-shocked and naked.
Quatre: [blushes] It's not like I really *WANTED* to do it!
Writer: Duo... work on that Solo fic. And try to get some life into your bunny if you want that shortfic. Trowa, same goes to you. And NO, I'm not go heavily into the threesome aspects. I'll save that bit for someother fic. It's an introspective and I don't want any legitimate conversations going on.
Trowa: ...
Wufei: What about me?
Writer: Urk. Just work on your songfic for right now. I don't know when I can get to it, but work on it. The bunny is fading on me. And if you want that shower scene, you better have a damn good reason for it! Now all of you, GET TO WORK!
[G-Boyz all perform a mocking type of salute and file out of the room]
Writer: [glares] If I have to replace Quatre's desk again, heads will roll. And I'm not talking about the ones on your shoulders.
[G-Boyz all shudder]
[G-boyz enter the Sanctum as a group, obviously (or not as obviously if you're Trowa or Heero) worried about being called in together. All the G-boyz are in their default slut!modes.]
Duo: [who is once again wearing his "Must Pilot A Gundam To Ride" shirt and unbuttoned black cargos] Uh... Writer? You bellowed?
Writer: [voice muffled by the desk] Yes. I did.
Quatre: [who is clad only in his Little Little Shorts (TM)] You don't normally call us in together. Is there a problem?
Writer: Yes. There is.
Duo: [hands on hips] Well, d'ya wanna tell us?
Writer: What the hell do you think you guyz are doing?
Wufei: [who is wearing worn-in-all-the-right-places blue jeans and no shirt] What do you mean, onna?
Writer: [looking up] I mean, *that*. [waves vaguely at the Boyz' attire] What do you think you're doing going around like *THAT*?
Heero: [wearing his green tank top and tight-as-hell jeans] You were under stress. This affected you negatively. We were trying to ease your mind.
Writer: By going slut!mode on me and fucking almost non-stop for the whole WEEKEND?!
Trowa: [wearing only leather pants and boots] It got your mind off the angst and bad things.
Writer: [livid] *YOU* are not allowed to say anything else! You've been the worst out of all of them! If it weren't for the fact that I KNOW how insatiable Duo and QUatre are, I would have said that YOU were the one who instigated this whole thing!
Trowa: ...
Writer: Shut up! I *heard* that!
Duo: Well, what do you want us to do? If you write angst or dark or ZERO System right now, your head is going to explode. We can do WaFF and Fluff like everyone else.
Writer: I have nothing against WaFF and Fluff. I *love* WaFF and Fluff. What I don't appreciate is you guyz bombarding me with PWPs!
Quatre: I'm sure you can come up with some sort of haphazard plot to make it non-PWP.
Writer: You aren't allowed to say anything either! Your desk is BROKEN... AGAIN! And this time, I don't know who fucking did it. I swear to God, that thing gets more action than all of you combined.
Wufei: Possibly because we all manage to use it successfully.
Duo: [grinning] Besides, it's not like you don't think the image is hot.
Writer: Look. Go back to your defaults, ANYTHING besides slut!mode. I've trying to work on that non-PWP again.
Heero: Oh great. I get to be shell-shocked and naked.
Quatre: [blushes] It's not like I really *WANTED* to do it!
Writer: Duo... work on that Solo fic. And try to get some life into your bunny if you want that shortfic. Trowa, same goes to you. And NO, I'm not go heavily into the threesome aspects. I'll save that bit for someother fic. It's an introspective and I don't want any legitimate conversations going on.
Trowa: ...
Wufei: What about me?
Writer: Urk. Just work on your songfic for right now. I don't know when I can get to it, but work on it. The bunny is fading on me. And if you want that shower scene, you better have a damn good reason for it! Now all of you, GET TO WORK!
[G-Boyz all perform a mocking type of salute and file out of the room]
Writer: [glares] If I have to replace Quatre's desk again, heads will roll. And I'm not talking about the ones on your shoulders.
[G-Boyz all shudder]