More randomosity
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itsallovernowSnippet of a fic that may or may not ever see the light of day.
This is a scene from my Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts WIP. I need to, again, pick a fic and finish it instead of giving into the schizophrenia and writing on everything simultaneously. Post Different Destinations,
“It’ll be just like The Sting,” he said, his enthusiasm fresh and so rarely seen these days that Aeryn was tempted to indulge him. Not too tempted, however, because even if she didn’t know what the frell he was referring to, she did know John Crichton. He was a little too excited about this plan of his, and his enthusiasm tended to be infectious, just like a virus. She watched him, watched the others for their reactions, hoping for a series of reasonable objections.
Chiana’s black eyes glittered brightly at the prospect of doing something illegal, and she cocked her head at John, waiting.
“We’re gonna roll into town, throwing around money and goodwill and get in on the game.”
“What game,” the Nebari asked immediately, earning John’s quick grin. She slid around D’Argo, ending up next to John, completely engaged now.
“Always a big game going on in the back rooms, Chi. Every casino, every gambling planet’s got a back room filled with high rollers.”
Amazingly enough, a bit of discretion seemed to have blindsided Chiana, because she paused for a moment, nodding her head and said, “Hmm. Yeah. But, that’s kinda what got us in trouble in the first place.”
John grinned even more widely at her, and Aeryn gritted her teeth and resisted the temptation to smack him in the back of the head. That same smile had gotten them all in trouble a time or two.
“Yeah, but now we’ve got time to plan. We can scam Moldy,”
“Moridi,”
“Whatever, we can scam him by making him think that we’re scamming D’Argo. Then we take the money, give it to Jonesy along with a nasty little murder charge for killing D. We get those cuffs popped off you ‘n Sparky and book our way outta town, making this another in the long line of planets we probably can’t come back to.”
Looking around, Aeryn simply knew that the looks of comprehension were feigned. They’d had a frelling awful series of weekens. Everyone was tense, wanted something to distract them, but this couldn’t possibly be a solution. She was sure of that, would be even more sure if she could actually reason out John’s logic and figure out if it was him or the clone that was coming up with this dren.
“John,” said D’Argo, looking down at his friend, “Are you certain about this?”
“Dude, Newman and Redford, Butch and Sundance,” he glanced at Aeryn, who simply tightened her mouth further., “They laid the foundation. I’m filling in the gaps.”
Aeryn sighed, seeing that no one else was going to combat this lunacy.
“It’ll never work.”
“Yes it will.”
“No, it won’t” The routine was growing familiar.
“Yes it, dammit Aeryn, why are you fighting me on this.”
She’d tried, really she had. She loved him. She was staying away from him, trying not to antagonize him or their situation. She was trying to protect him as best she could. She didn’t want to see him hurt, but this was just all a little much to expect from her.
“Because the last time you had a plan, it ended in disaster.”
John glared at her as the rest of the room fell silent.
“You got anything else but guilt and bad wardrobe choices to throw at me Aeryn?”
She bit her lip, angry now, even if she was sorry for hurting him. But she was also determined, and this was a valid point.
“The gammack base, the shadow depository. Things never end well when you pretend to be someone else. Never.” And she turned and walked out of the room.
Rygel broke the silence. “Well, I think it’s a farbhot idea to have D’Argo play an expert gambler. However, with me as his advisor, we should have a good chance of maintaining this charade.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said John, still looking at the doorway, “It’ll work. You’ll see.”
This is a scene from my Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts WIP. I need to, again, pick a fic and finish it instead of giving into the schizophrenia and writing on everything simultaneously. Post Different Destinations,
“It’ll be just like The Sting,” he said, his enthusiasm fresh and so rarely seen these days that Aeryn was tempted to indulge him. Not too tempted, however, because even if she didn’t know what the frell he was referring to, she did know John Crichton. He was a little too excited about this plan of his, and his enthusiasm tended to be infectious, just like a virus. She watched him, watched the others for their reactions, hoping for a series of reasonable objections.
Chiana’s black eyes glittered brightly at the prospect of doing something illegal, and she cocked her head at John, waiting.
“We’re gonna roll into town, throwing around money and goodwill and get in on the game.”
“What game,” the Nebari asked immediately, earning John’s quick grin. She slid around D’Argo, ending up next to John, completely engaged now.
“Always a big game going on in the back rooms, Chi. Every casino, every gambling planet’s got a back room filled with high rollers.”
Amazingly enough, a bit of discretion seemed to have blindsided Chiana, because she paused for a moment, nodding her head and said, “Hmm. Yeah. But, that’s kinda what got us in trouble in the first place.”
John grinned even more widely at her, and Aeryn gritted her teeth and resisted the temptation to smack him in the back of the head. That same smile had gotten them all in trouble a time or two.
“Yeah, but now we’ve got time to plan. We can scam Moldy,”
“Moridi,”
“Whatever, we can scam him by making him think that we’re scamming D’Argo. Then we take the money, give it to Jonesy along with a nasty little murder charge for killing D. We get those cuffs popped off you ‘n Sparky and book our way outta town, making this another in the long line of planets we probably can’t come back to.”
Looking around, Aeryn simply knew that the looks of comprehension were feigned. They’d had a frelling awful series of weekens. Everyone was tense, wanted something to distract them, but this couldn’t possibly be a solution. She was sure of that, would be even more sure if she could actually reason out John’s logic and figure out if it was him or the clone that was coming up with this dren.
“John,” said D’Argo, looking down at his friend, “Are you certain about this?”
“Dude, Newman and Redford, Butch and Sundance,” he glanced at Aeryn, who simply tightened her mouth further., “They laid the foundation. I’m filling in the gaps.”
Aeryn sighed, seeing that no one else was going to combat this lunacy.
“It’ll never work.”
“Yes it will.”
“No, it won’t” The routine was growing familiar.
“Yes it, dammit Aeryn, why are you fighting me on this.”
She’d tried, really she had. She loved him. She was staying away from him, trying not to antagonize him or their situation. She was trying to protect him as best she could. She didn’t want to see him hurt, but this was just all a little much to expect from her.
“Because the last time you had a plan, it ended in disaster.”
John glared at her as the rest of the room fell silent.
“You got anything else but guilt and bad wardrobe choices to throw at me Aeryn?”
She bit her lip, angry now, even if she was sorry for hurting him. But she was also determined, and this was a valid point.
“The gammack base, the shadow depository. Things never end well when you pretend to be someone else. Never.” And she turned and walked out of the room.
Rygel broke the silence. “Well, I think it’s a farbhot idea to have D’Argo play an expert gambler. However, with me as his advisor, we should have a good chance of maintaining this charade.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said John, still looking at the doorway, “It’ll work. You’ll see.”
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Date: 2003-04-29 10:39 am (UTC)Thanks!