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out_thereApparently, me taking a shower is a sure sign to all muses to come out and play. That's when I get the perfect dialogue running through my head. I've got too much study to sit down and write, so I'm recording it for future notes.
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Dana was standing there, amongst the crowd of suits, laughing and smiling, bubbling like a glass of golden champagne.
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Natalie's laughter gleams. Soft and warm, and if Casey squinted, he's sure he could almost see the dust-motes floating in the sound.
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Jeremy was dusty. Like those old books, kept up the back of the library, the ones so old you're not allowed to borrow them. The ones that you open, and you can smell the dust, and the wisdom, and the knowledge between the pages. Dusty.
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Ummm... yes. I've been online trying to work on an assignment for an hour and a half. I've turned the outline of the assignment into a word file, and that's it. *sigh*
On the other hand, I've written a little bit of Casey/Dan reacting to the whole Stevens-Thorpe thing, I've given Celli feedback for the Dana/Jeremy fic she never wrote (and, as I frequently do, quoted my favourite bit), and I wrote out some of the Jeremy and drunk-Casey scene to reassure![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phoebesmum that no way, no how were Casey and Jeremy sleeping together.
And now, bed. Maybe I'll get up tomorrow and get a head-start on the assignment. (Doing all the research online *sounds* like a great idea, but maybe, with my work ethic, it's not.)
ETA: Celli gave me bad, *dodgy* plot SN ideas. No. Not writing it. The whole meme is a fic you haven't (and hopefully won't) write. Not writing it.
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The first thing Casey noticed was the height. He woke up short.
Okay, that wasn't the first thing he noticed. It wasn't something he noticed at all. But if Dan asked him, the first thing he noticed was the height.
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The first thing he really noticed was the sparse, but dark, hair on his arms. Blinking the shower water out of his eyes, Casey took a good look at his arms. They were good arms, but he was fairly sure they weren't quite that tanned last night. And his hair definitely wasn't that dark.
Glancing down, he noticed there wasn't quite as much hair on his chest as usual. And his legs seemed too tanned as well.
Casey got out of the shower, and reached for a towel, wondering how drunk he'd gotten last night. It was Dan's bathroom, and he didn't actually remember coming over, so he must have been pretty wasted.
If they'd ended up mucking around with self-tanning lotions, Casey must have been *really* wasted.
The other alternative was that this was Dan's idea of a practical joke. Casey shrugged, thinking that both were equally plausible. Dan's practical jokes had been ridiculous, and far more embarrassing, than this in the past.
He wandered over to the sink, and grabbed the spare toothbrush that Dan kept for him. He struggled to get the cap open, and then looked up. He almost gave himself a heart-attack when he saw Dan staring back at him.
He spun around to face Dan, but he was alone in the bathroom. When he turned, slowly, back to the mirror, he noticed something. There was only one reflection. It was highly unlikely that he'd lost his reflection overnight...
When he blinked, Dan's eyes blinked back at him. Casey wasn't sure whether he should scream or flee, or possibly do both, but he was saved by Dan's phone ringing.
He dashed out of the bathroom, lunging across Dan's bed to pick up the receiver.
"Casey?" The voice was familiar. It was a voice Casey was used to hearing on his own machine. It was the voice that said, 'please leave your message after the tone, and I'll call you back as soon as I can.'
His own voice... the voice he was talking with, was little more than a squeak. "Dan?!"
"Casey, you are never going to believe this." Dan sounded shell-shocked. Casey totally understood the feeling.
"Oh, I think I will." Casey sighed. He'd just known that April Fools Day was going to bad. He just hadn't expected it to be unbelievable as well. "I really think I will."
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Dana was standing there, amongst the crowd of suits, laughing and smiling, bubbling like a glass of golden champagne.
---
Natalie's laughter gleams. Soft and warm, and if Casey squinted, he's sure he could almost see the dust-motes floating in the sound.
---
Jeremy was dusty. Like those old books, kept up the back of the library, the ones so old you're not allowed to borrow them. The ones that you open, and you can smell the dust, and the wisdom, and the knowledge between the pages. Dusty.
===
Ummm... yes. I've been online trying to work on an assignment for an hour and a half. I've turned the outline of the assignment into a word file, and that's it. *sigh*
On the other hand, I've written a little bit of Casey/Dan reacting to the whole Stevens-Thorpe thing, I've given Celli feedback for the Dana/Jeremy fic she never wrote (and, as I frequently do, quoted my favourite bit), and I wrote out some of the Jeremy and drunk-Casey scene to reassure
phoebesmum that no way, no how were Casey and Jeremy sleeping together.And now, bed. Maybe I'll get up tomorrow and get a head-start on the assignment. (Doing all the research online *sounds* like a great idea, but maybe, with my work ethic, it's not.)
ETA: Celli gave me bad, *dodgy* plot SN ideas. No. Not writing it. The whole meme is a fic you haven't (and hopefully won't) write. Not writing it.
===
The first thing Casey noticed was the height. He woke up short.
Okay, that wasn't the first thing he noticed. It wasn't something he noticed at all. But if Dan asked him, the first thing he noticed was the height.
***
The first thing he really noticed was the sparse, but dark, hair on his arms. Blinking the shower water out of his eyes, Casey took a good look at his arms. They were good arms, but he was fairly sure they weren't quite that tanned last night. And his hair definitely wasn't that dark.
Glancing down, he noticed there wasn't quite as much hair on his chest as usual. And his legs seemed too tanned as well.
Casey got out of the shower, and reached for a towel, wondering how drunk he'd gotten last night. It was Dan's bathroom, and he didn't actually remember coming over, so he must have been pretty wasted.
If they'd ended up mucking around with self-tanning lotions, Casey must have been *really* wasted.
The other alternative was that this was Dan's idea of a practical joke. Casey shrugged, thinking that both were equally plausible. Dan's practical jokes had been ridiculous, and far more embarrassing, than this in the past.
He wandered over to the sink, and grabbed the spare toothbrush that Dan kept for him. He struggled to get the cap open, and then looked up. He almost gave himself a heart-attack when he saw Dan staring back at him.
He spun around to face Dan, but he was alone in the bathroom. When he turned, slowly, back to the mirror, he noticed something. There was only one reflection. It was highly unlikely that he'd lost his reflection overnight...
When he blinked, Dan's eyes blinked back at him. Casey wasn't sure whether he should scream or flee, or possibly do both, but he was saved by Dan's phone ringing.
He dashed out of the bathroom, lunging across Dan's bed to pick up the receiver.
"Casey?" The voice was familiar. It was a voice Casey was used to hearing on his own machine. It was the voice that said, 'please leave your message after the tone, and I'll call you back as soon as I can.'
His own voice... the voice he was talking with, was little more than a squeak. "Dan?!"
"Casey, you are never going to believe this." Dan sounded shell-shocked. Casey totally understood the feeling.
"Oh, I think I will." Casey sighed. He'd just known that April Fools Day was going to bad. He just hadn't expected it to be unbelievable as well. "I really think I will."
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Date: 2004-04-27 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 07:49 am (UTC)&&&
When the front door opened, Casey was surprised to see himself look so... Well, first of all, he was pretty surprised to see himself. He'd always thought he was, you know, taller than that. And he'd always thought Dana was just teasing him about the blockhead thing.
Once he got over the shape of his head, he looked at the overall picture, and was surprised to see himself look so Danny-like. Danny had dressed in the jeans he'd meant to throw out last summer. Somehow, he'd washed them and they'd shrunk to an almost uncomfortable size. Danny was wearing them as if it was... decent to leave so little to the imagination.
Danny was also wearing a white t-shirt with a royal blue shirt hanging open over the top. It was a shirt that Casey had liked in the store, but it always seemed a little too bold to actually wear. His hair was also sticking up messily. Dan would probably call it a just-fucked look. It kind of worked.
Danny blinked at him. Well, Casey's body blinked at him, and Casey was going to have to think of it as Danny, or he was going to give himself a migraine. "Flannel? That's got to be the only flannel shirt I own. How the hell did you find it?"
Casey shrugged, but didn't offer to take the large shirt off. "I like flannel."
"Well, at least pull those sleeves up. They're ridiculously long."
Casey shrugged and rolled the sleeves over. "So what do we do?"
Dan shrugged, and Casey watched his own face form into a frown. It was like watching yourself on camera, except... stranger. "I don't know."
"You're not imagining this?" Casey asked with a vague hope.
Dan made an expression that was a half-frown and half-sneer. "No."
"And you're not in any pain?"
Dan buried his head in his hands. "You're not going to tell me about some embarrassing personal condition, are you?"
Casey snorted. "No."
"Good."
"So."
"So."
"I guess we go to work," Casey offered.
Dan shrugged. "Guess so." They stood up, but Dan walked over to the bathroom.
Casey followed. "What?"
"Checking your hair," Dan replied, staring critically in the mirror. "Seriously, Casey, how the hell do you manage this?"
Casey blinked. "I wash it. It dries naturally. Alison styles it."
"Well, that explains your hair in the mornings," Dan said, still staring at their skewed reflections.
Danny's-face-in-the-mirror scowled. "I don't have bad hair."
"Not today," Danny replied with a grin. "But you have no idea how much effort I put into making it look this good."
"It does look good, Danny."
Danny grinned, a wide smile of square white teeth. "I know."
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Date: 2004-04-27 08:33 am (UTC)Teehee. Can't wait to see how they try to pass off as themselves for the others. *g*
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Date: 2004-04-27 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 07:45 am (UTC)Though I just wrote my every-cliche-in-the-book space opera melodrama, so perhaps I shouldn't push my luck.
Speaking of 'inopportune', the boys decided to have the sex scene they wouldn't have while I was writing the story while I was on the train coming back from lunch instead. And me without so much as a credit card receipt to take notes on. Or any Kleenex.
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Date: 2004-04-27 07:51 am (UTC)And, yes, you wrote a space opera melodrama. Let me play with my bodyswap for a little longer. *g*
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Date: 2004-04-27 08:24 am (UTC)At least they're still boys, and only have boy-things to contend with. (Remembering the body swap episode of Farscape, and Crichton being so very impressed by finding himself with boobs. Aeryn's boobs at that, which you have to admit are pretty impressive.)
And if an anonymously-posted teenage/junkie/runaway/hooker SN A/U happens to turn up somewhere on the 'net one of these days, it will be NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. Honest.
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Date: 2004-04-27 09:14 am (UTC)And if an anonymously-posted teenage/junkie/runaway/hooker SN A/U happens to turn up somewhere on the 'net one of these days, it will be NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. Honest.
Shall I confess a deep, dark secret? I've had those thoughts myself.
Of course, in my mind, Sam's death happens a year or so earlier, and Danny runs away partly because of that. Casey, meanwhile, is in his last year of college, and has an on-again, off-again relationship with Lisa which is currently off.
Casey's interstate on Spring Break, and really isn't the kind of guy who picks up hookers, especially not obviously young male hookers. but he's always been a bit of a sucker for a pair of bright eyes and a cheeky grin.
Umm... let's stop there, shall we? I think the rest was basically sex, typical cliche!angst, with a ridiculously sugary ending that probably involved Danny moving in with Casey, straightening out, and eventually going to college too.
Hmmmm... *thinks*
Um, actually, I think the original plot was the angst, and then them breaking up, and Danny straightening himself out/going to college/getting a job in sports. I think Danny ran into Casey professionally, and then we had the declarations of Undying Love, and more hot sex, and relationship angst (not in that order).
Hey, it's a bad cliche. I don't have to imagine it realistically.
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Date: 2004-04-27 03:21 pm (UTC)My hooker-fic managed not to have any sex in it at all, which is quite an achievement I think (Casey got all puritanical about it being Wrong). Luckily, I think the present Bad!Fic has exhausted my potential, at least for a while. I don't think anyone's really gagging for Teenage!Hooker!Danny. As it were.