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ladyofleithian) wrote2011-04-19 07:23 am
ladyofleithian) wrote2011-04-19 07:23 am
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Too Good Is True, Part Seventeen: You don't miss the Skywalker Porn Until It's Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this (especially -- sadly enough -- Phantom of the Opera. Blame it on listening to Paw's review of it. ;-). Really. I mean the author no discomfort, and guys? Please enjoy. :)
[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS ON THE RAVAGER -- NIGHT.
Everyone's gathered around the table, still reading the fic.]
Desiree - "Yes, I'll go with you on tour." Joe don picked me up swung me around.
ANAKIN: *Humming "You Spin Me Right Round (Like a Record)"*
OBI-WAN (muttering): Key on, key off, key on, key off...
Joe don - "Yes!! Thank you sooo much!" I rolled my eyes.
ATTON (sarcastically, as Desiree): Oh good grief...a valley girl rock star. Brilliant. Now we're in hell.
Desiree - "So, what do you want to do today?"
CANDEROUS (as Joe Don): I dunno...kill some more time with pointless dialogue?
Joe don - "How about finishing that kiss?" He smiled that eresistble smile of his.
ANAKIN: Is "eresistble" even a -- oh. *Facepalms*
OBI-WAN (pleasantly): Spelling -- you're doing it wrong.
ANAKIN (good-natured): Shut up, Master.
Desiree - "Okay."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* a minute later.
ANAKIN: This fic has more jump cuts than Uwe Boll's ALONE IN THE DARK.
OBI-WAN (teasing): You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Desiree - "Who is Kate?"
Joe don - "Kate Yeater is our manger.
ATTON (singing off-key): Away in a manger/No crib for a bed...
OBI-WAN (to Anakin, good-natured): See, Padawan? Now you know how I feel.
Speaking of which, I have to call her. I'm going to use the phone and then be on the computer for a few hours, if you need me."
ANAKIN: *Snoring*
Desiree - "Okay, I'll be in the living room too." Joe don went to use the phone while I went upstairs and got my guitar.
ATTON (singing off-key): I'm so bored/There's nothing to saaaay/I'd rather/Sugarcoat a leprechaun/Feed it to a dog and then go play some croquet...
CRITIC (good-natured): Hey! That's my song! No steal-y!
By the time I got back downstairs Joe don was sitting in front of the computer, typing furiously. I tuned the guitar and started strumming the opening chords of Dry County Girl.
ANAKIN: Huh? Whazzat? Something interesting's happening?
OBI-WAN: Not very.
ANAKIN: Dammit...why didn't Tobin rent PHANTOM OF THE OPERA instead?!
OBI-WAN (good-natured): Life is tough, Padawan. Get used to it.
Joe don stopped typing and smiled. "You really like that song don't you?" I didn't anwer, and started playing Cool Thing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
ANAKIN (singing): In sleep he sang to me/In dreams he came...
OBI-WAN: Oh great. Now we're going to have to pay Andrew Lloyd Webber a royalty.
ANAKIN: At least you aren't complaining about my singing anymore.
OBI-WAN (amused): Padawan...my dear Padawan...
Joe don - "Kate wants us to kick off the tour in two weeks, is that too soon?" I strummed one more chord and then answered.
Desiree - "No, I don't think so. All I have to do is talk to Christine about Dusty and thats it."
Joe don - "Great! I think you'll love touring!"
ANAKIN (singing): Softly, deftly, music shall caress you/Hear it, feel it secretly possess you/Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind/In this darkness that you know you cannot fight/The darkness of the music of the night...
MIRA (teasing): You can teach me about the music of the night anytime, Skywalker.
ANAKIN: Thank you.
*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*
OBI-WAN (singing): Softly, deftly, music shall caress you...
ANAKIN (teasing): I'm not planning to ask you out, in case you're wondering.
OBI-WAN (amused): Keep telling yourself that, Padawan.
I emailed Christine and logged off. I brushed my teeth and put on my night gown, went out on the porch and got into my sleeping bag on the my cot. Ten minutes later I heared Joe don pad over to the hammoc and climb in. I fell asleep listening to Joe don snoring softly.
ANAKIN (singing): You will curse the day you did not do/All that the phantom asked of you!
ARAWN: And somehow this is more entertaining than the fic itself.
ANAKIN (smiles): Thank you.
[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS ON THE RAVAGER -- NIGHT.
Everyone's gathered around the table, still reading the fic.]
Desiree - "Yes, I'll go with you on tour." Joe don picked me up swung me around.
ANAKIN: *Humming "You Spin Me Right Round (Like a Record)"*
OBI-WAN (muttering): Key on, key off, key on, key off...
Joe don - "Yes!! Thank you sooo much!" I rolled my eyes.
ATTON (sarcastically, as Desiree): Oh good grief...a valley girl rock star. Brilliant. Now we're in hell.
Desiree - "So, what do you want to do today?"
CANDEROUS (as Joe Don): I dunno...kill some more time with pointless dialogue?
Joe don - "How about finishing that kiss?" He smiled that eresistble smile of his.
ANAKIN: Is "eresistble" even a -- oh. *Facepalms*
OBI-WAN (pleasantly): Spelling -- you're doing it wrong.
ANAKIN (good-natured): Shut up, Master.
Desiree - "Okay."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* a minute later.
ANAKIN: This fic has more jump cuts than Uwe Boll's ALONE IN THE DARK.
OBI-WAN (teasing): You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Desiree - "Who is Kate?"
Joe don - "Kate Yeater is our manger.
ATTON (singing off-key): Away in a manger/No crib for a bed...
OBI-WAN (to Anakin, good-natured): See, Padawan? Now you know how I feel.
Speaking of which, I have to call her. I'm going to use the phone and then be on the computer for a few hours, if you need me."
ANAKIN: *Snoring*
Desiree - "Okay, I'll be in the living room too." Joe don went to use the phone while I went upstairs and got my guitar.
ATTON (singing off-key): I'm so bored/There's nothing to saaaay/I'd rather/Sugarcoat a leprechaun/Feed it to a dog and then go play some croquet...
CRITIC (good-natured): Hey! That's my song! No steal-y!
By the time I got back downstairs Joe don was sitting in front of the computer, typing furiously. I tuned the guitar and started strumming the opening chords of Dry County Girl.
ANAKIN: Huh? Whazzat? Something interesting's happening?
OBI-WAN: Not very.
ANAKIN: Dammit...why didn't Tobin rent PHANTOM OF THE OPERA instead?!
OBI-WAN (good-natured): Life is tough, Padawan. Get used to it.
Joe don stopped typing and smiled. "You really like that song don't you?" I didn't anwer, and started playing Cool Thing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
ANAKIN (singing): In sleep he sang to me/In dreams he came...
OBI-WAN: Oh great. Now we're going to have to pay Andrew Lloyd Webber a royalty.
ANAKIN: At least you aren't complaining about my singing anymore.
OBI-WAN (amused): Padawan...my dear Padawan...
Joe don - "Kate wants us to kick off the tour in two weeks, is that too soon?" I strummed one more chord and then answered.
Desiree - "No, I don't think so. All I have to do is talk to Christine about Dusty and thats it."
Joe don - "Great! I think you'll love touring!"
ANAKIN (singing): Softly, deftly, music shall caress you/Hear it, feel it secretly possess you/Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind/In this darkness that you know you cannot fight/The darkness of the music of the night...
MIRA (teasing): You can teach me about the music of the night anytime, Skywalker.
ANAKIN: Thank you.
*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*
OBI-WAN (singing): Softly, deftly, music shall caress you...
ANAKIN (teasing): I'm not planning to ask you out, in case you're wondering.
OBI-WAN (amused): Keep telling yourself that, Padawan.
I emailed Christine and logged off. I brushed my teeth and put on my night gown, went out on the porch and got into my sleeping bag on the my cot. Ten minutes later I heared Joe don pad over to the hammoc and climb in. I fell asleep listening to Joe don snoring softly.
ANAKIN (singing): You will curse the day you did not do/All that the phantom asked of you!
ARAWN: And somehow this is more entertaining than the fic itself.
ANAKIN (smiles): Thank you.