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Jan. 8th, 2012
Giraffe Call Advance Notice
Jan. 8th, 2012 11:45 amNext Saturday the 14th of January will be the next Giraffe Call.
The theme (Thank you![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anke(*)) will be In The City.
(*)Please collect your 500-word bonus story on your topic of choice. ;-)
The theme (Thank you
anke(*)) will be In The City.(*)Please collect your 500-word bonus story on your topic of choice. ;-)
For an anonymous (but sponsored) prompt.
Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
The Agency’s Primary Response Team (the PRaTs, as they were called by just about everyone, including themselves), had decided to do a Californian version of “secret santa.” Bastards, second sons, and third daughters all of them, they were a mongrel and nastily sarcastic group, for all that they were Tir na Cali’s heroes.
Being all of that, their “secret santa” idea had turned into a practical joke session almost before it started. Nocturne-no-last-name, the team’s surveillance expert, began finding little “gifts” from her Santa almost immediately - toy mice, for a while, because her last, ill-fated boyfriend had liked to call her Kitten. Then chocolate - she was allergic. A hideous Christmas sweater - since almost no-one in Tir na Cali celebrated Christmas, her Santa must have gone to great lengths to find the monstrosity.
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Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
The Agency’s Primary Response Team (the PRaTs, as they were called by just about everyone, including themselves), had decided to do a Californian version of “secret santa.” Bastards, second sons, and third daughters all of them, they were a mongrel and nastily sarcastic group, for all that they were Tir na Cali’s heroes.
Being all of that, their “secret santa” idea had turned into a practical joke session almost before it started. Nocturne-no-last-name, the team’s surveillance expert, began finding little “gifts” from her Santa almost immediately - toy mice, for a while, because her last, ill-fated boyfriend had liked to call her Kitten. Then chocolate - she was allergic. A hideous Christmas sweater - since almost no-one in Tir na Cali celebrated Christmas, her Santa must have gone to great lengths to find the monstrosity.
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moon_fox's prompt.
"The job fairy ain't going to come give you a job," Francis' father used to say, or "the dishes fairy ain't gonna wash the dishes." The homework fairy wasn't going to do his homework, and the wish fairy wasn't going to make stuff happen.
Francis couldn't help but laugh, then, when the packages started appearing all over the city. At first, people thought it was glitter-bombing, some sort of very strange flash mob thing, something silly and innocuous. A few paranoid people thought maybe that it was a strange way to spread anthrax or something else nasty and weaponized. Some people (and somewhere deep in his heart, Francis was one of those people), just believed.
Believed in the Magic Fairy, and the Hope Fairy, and the Love Fairy. Believed in the pancakes delivered to them them, little white boxes wrapped up in ribbons. Believed when they opened the box, when they saw the tiny glass globes inside, that there was something for them.
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moon_fox's prompt."The job fairy ain't going to come give you a job," Francis' father used to say, or "the dishes fairy ain't gonna wash the dishes." The homework fairy wasn't going to do his homework, and the wish fairy wasn't going to make stuff happen.
Francis couldn't help but laugh, then, when the packages started appearing all over the city. At first, people thought it was glitter-bombing, some sort of very strange flash mob thing, something silly and innocuous. A few paranoid people thought maybe that it was a strange way to spread anthrax or something else nasty and weaponized. Some people (and somewhere deep in his heart, Francis was one of those people), just believed.
Believed in the Magic Fairy, and the Hope Fairy, and the Love Fairy. Believed in the pancakes delivered to them them, little white boxes wrapped up in ribbons. Believed when they opened the box, when they saw the tiny glass globes inside, that there was something for them.
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For rix_scaedu's prompt.
Fae Apoc has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
This story is the same characters, much later (~10 years?) as this one
"Alarm, Callia." Charlie's voice same over her earpiece. "The one in Chicago, the kid whose mom is a quote-unquote masseuse? Taylor Anton. "
"Him?" Callia was heading for the car even as she questioned Charlie. "Send Xana to meet me at the garage. That wasn't suppose to Change. He wasn't supposed to go at all, I thought her pet precog said. A dud."
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rix_scaedu's prompt.Fae Apoc has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
This story is the same characters, much later (~10 years?) as this one
"Alarm, Callia." Charlie's voice same over her earpiece. "The one in Chicago, the kid whose mom is a quote-unquote masseuse? Taylor Anton. "
"Him?" Callia was heading for the car even as she questioned Charlie. "Send Xana to meet me at the garage. That wasn't suppose to Change. He wasn't supposed to go at all, I thought her pet precog said. A dud."
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For rix_scaedu's prompt. This is set in the Addergoole 'verse, whose landing page is here on DW & here on LJ.
It's also the last microfic of the December Giraffe Call!!
...some year between 25 and 35 of the Addergoole School, early in the year.
"I have... three cookies and half an onion." Diarmaid stared at the tiny kitchenette. "What did you say you brought?"
"A potato and a box of minute rice, and Tony brought some butter and some soda." Diar's friends and podmates set their offerings on the counter. "And um,"
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rix_scaedu's prompt. This is set in the Addergoole 'verse, whose landing page is here on DW & here on LJ.It's also the last microfic of the December Giraffe Call!!
...some year between 25 and 35 of the Addergoole School, early in the year.
"I have... three cookies and half an onion." Diarmaid stared at the tiny kitchenette. "What did you say you brought?"
"A potato and a box of minute rice, and Tony brought some butter and some soda." Diar's friends and podmates set their offerings on the counter. "And um,"
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