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3 Sentence Ficathon, part four
Some more from Three Sentence Ficathon!
11. Murderbot (TV or books), Murderbot & PresAux (Ratthi, Pin-Lee, Gurathin)
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=13270817#cmt13270817
any, any, accidental voyeurism
The SecUnit skulked into the shared common room for the conference suite and glared at those members of PreservationAux attending the conference, who were sleepily collecting fruit, cereal, and other breakfast items from the corner kitchen unit. After it became clear that it was not going to leave, and was mostly staring at Gurathin, he said, "What?"
"I thought Ratthi was the one most likely to cause me to see things on this station that I cannot unsee."
From the table, Ratthi said, "Thanks, SecUnit! I think." Pin-Lee threw a piece of fruit at him.
"I have an occasional partner on this station that I rarely see," Gurathin retorted. "If you don't want to see things, don't follow people around with drones all the time."
SecUnit flashed a rude gesture at him and skulked out again. After a moment, a drone pointedly levitated off the countertop and followed it.
12. MASH, Klinger & BJ
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=13204001#cmt13204001
any, any, the potatoes of defiance
"Two hundred and twenty-nine," Klinger announced loudly, flinging the next peeled potato into the boiling water, "two hundred and thirty --"
"The potatoes can't hear you, Klinger," BJ remarked, filling his coffee cup with the dismal dregs of the coffee urn in the nearly empty early-morning mess tent. "They have eyes, not ears."
"Maybe they can't, but I hope everyone else can -- two hundred and thirty-one --"
13. Gattaca, Vincent & Jerome
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=14207009#cmt14207009
Any, any, min/maxing your baby
I haven't watched this movie in absolutely ages, and I've never written anything for it before, but it was what the prompt immediately made me think of.
"So your parents gave you perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect immune system --" Vincent was flat on his back on the floor, muscles burning and recently stretched legs viciously aching from exercises to rebuild his body to Jerome's physical profile. He had to do something to distract himself. "But I bet there are things they didn't edit you for."
Jerome -- no, Vincent reminded himself, he'd better learn to think of him as Eugene -- looked around from where he was working at the table. Half drunk as always, except when he needed to provide clean blood or urine samples, he was working on extracting and processing DNA for Vincent's next round of tests. "Yeah," he said, picking up his cigarette and taking a drag into lungs that were as free of the potential for cancer as modern science could make them, "like what?"
"Common sense, for one thing," Vincent said before he could stop himself.
Eugene snorted and went back to his work. His hands, as usual, were perfectly steady in spite of his physical state; those damn perfect genes again. "Fuck you too, Jerome."
But once he had started, Vincent couldn't stop. This was a game he had played with himself since he was a kid, surrounded by Valids: what do I have that they don't? What did their parents build into them, and what did they leave out? "Artistic talent," Vincent said. "You're a killer athlete, but you can barely draw stick figures. Music. You can carry a tune okay, but you'll never be a virtuoso. And I bet you can't play chess to save your life."
"Yeah, dear Mum and Dad weren't exactly big on the arts." The freight of loathing weighting his words was always there when Eugene talked about his childhood; Vincent was pretty sure Eugene never realized he was doing it. And it also wasn't a coincidence, Vincent thought, that Eugene reached for the glass of Scotch as soon as the topic of his parents came up.
Addictive potential, Vincent wanted to say; determination, the ability to fall down when life kicks you in the teeth and get up again, but he couldn't quite bring himself to speak any of it out loud; he wasn't that cruel. Instead he said, "I can roll my tongue into a tube. Bet you can't."
"Bar games now?" Eugene muttered. "Very mature."
"The ability to mimic animal noises."
"I swear to God, Vin-- Jer-- shit--" Eugene rotated the wheels of his chair to turn and stare at him. "Who the fuck genetically manipulates their kids for that?"
Recovered enough from his last set of reps that his muscles had mostly stopped burning and quivering, Vincent propped himself up on his elbows. "If aliens come to Earth and the only thing they want is someone who can do a perfect imitation of dolphin noises, 99% of the human race is going to be utterly fucked and I bet all of you Valids are about to feel really stupid."
"But you can?"
"Of course I can," and as he went into the next set of reps, at least until he ran out of breath, he did a dolphin, howling wolf, three different bird calls, elephant noises, and a cat's cry that his mom used to scold him for because it was so uncannily like the real thing.
He would have stopped after the dolphin, but it was making Eugene laugh, and that was a rare thing.
14. There is also a fairly long Londo/G'Kar one (spoilers, of course) that will probably be posted on AO3 when I get around to it.
11. Murderbot (TV or books), Murderbot & PresAux (Ratthi, Pin-Lee, Gurathin)
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=13270817#cmt13270817
any, any, accidental voyeurism
The SecUnit skulked into the shared common room for the conference suite and glared at those members of PreservationAux attending the conference, who were sleepily collecting fruit, cereal, and other breakfast items from the corner kitchen unit. After it became clear that it was not going to leave, and was mostly staring at Gurathin, he said, "What?"
"I thought Ratthi was the one most likely to cause me to see things on this station that I cannot unsee."
From the table, Ratthi said, "Thanks, SecUnit! I think." Pin-Lee threw a piece of fruit at him.
"I have an occasional partner on this station that I rarely see," Gurathin retorted. "If you don't want to see things, don't follow people around with drones all the time."
SecUnit flashed a rude gesture at him and skulked out again. After a moment, a drone pointedly levitated off the countertop and followed it.
12. MASH, Klinger & BJ
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=13204001#cmt13204001
any, any, the potatoes of defiance
"Two hundred and twenty-nine," Klinger announced loudly, flinging the next peeled potato into the boiling water, "two hundred and thirty --"
"The potatoes can't hear you, Klinger," BJ remarked, filling his coffee cup with the dismal dregs of the coffee urn in the nearly empty early-morning mess tent. "They have eyes, not ears."
"Maybe they can't, but I hope everyone else can -- two hundred and thirty-one --"
13. Gattaca, Vincent & Jerome
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=14207009#cmt14207009
Any, any, min/maxing your baby
I haven't watched this movie in absolutely ages, and I've never written anything for it before, but it was what the prompt immediately made me think of.
"So your parents gave you perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect immune system --" Vincent was flat on his back on the floor, muscles burning and recently stretched legs viciously aching from exercises to rebuild his body to Jerome's physical profile. He had to do something to distract himself. "But I bet there are things they didn't edit you for."
Jerome -- no, Vincent reminded himself, he'd better learn to think of him as Eugene -- looked around from where he was working at the table. Half drunk as always, except when he needed to provide clean blood or urine samples, he was working on extracting and processing DNA for Vincent's next round of tests. "Yeah," he said, picking up his cigarette and taking a drag into lungs that were as free of the potential for cancer as modern science could make them, "like what?"
"Common sense, for one thing," Vincent said before he could stop himself.
Eugene snorted and went back to his work. His hands, as usual, were perfectly steady in spite of his physical state; those damn perfect genes again. "Fuck you too, Jerome."
But once he had started, Vincent couldn't stop. This was a game he had played with himself since he was a kid, surrounded by Valids: what do I have that they don't? What did their parents build into them, and what did they leave out? "Artistic talent," Vincent said. "You're a killer athlete, but you can barely draw stick figures. Music. You can carry a tune okay, but you'll never be a virtuoso. And I bet you can't play chess to save your life."
"Yeah, dear Mum and Dad weren't exactly big on the arts." The freight of loathing weighting his words was always there when Eugene talked about his childhood; Vincent was pretty sure Eugene never realized he was doing it. And it also wasn't a coincidence, Vincent thought, that Eugene reached for the glass of Scotch as soon as the topic of his parents came up.
Addictive potential, Vincent wanted to say; determination, the ability to fall down when life kicks you in the teeth and get up again, but he couldn't quite bring himself to speak any of it out loud; he wasn't that cruel. Instead he said, "I can roll my tongue into a tube. Bet you can't."
"Bar games now?" Eugene muttered. "Very mature."
"The ability to mimic animal noises."
"I swear to God, Vin-- Jer-- shit--" Eugene rotated the wheels of his chair to turn and stare at him. "Who the fuck genetically manipulates their kids for that?"
Recovered enough from his last set of reps that his muscles had mostly stopped burning and quivering, Vincent propped himself up on his elbows. "If aliens come to Earth and the only thing they want is someone who can do a perfect imitation of dolphin noises, 99% of the human race is going to be utterly fucked and I bet all of you Valids are about to feel really stupid."
"But you can?"
"Of course I can," and as he went into the next set of reps, at least until he ran out of breath, he did a dolphin, howling wolf, three different bird calls, elephant noises, and a cat's cry that his mom used to scold him for because it was so uncannily like the real thing.
He would have stopped after the dolphin, but it was making Eugene laugh, and that was a rare thing.
14. There is also a fairly long Londo/G'Kar one (spoilers, of course) that will probably be posted on AO3 when I get around to it.
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I rewatched it last year and the homoeroticism still goes to the stars.
(I like this fic a lot. You should put it on AO3, too.)
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I'm delighted you enjoyed the fic (very likely to post it to AO3 when I'm done tweaking it) and also very happy to hear the movie holds up, in that area at least! I think the last time I watched it was about a decade ago, and what I mostly remember is that the retro future theme made it hold up visually much better than I was expecting, and also that I was so utterly focused on the Jude Law/Ethan Hawke/Uma Thurman part of the movie that I had forgotten the murder mystery, his brother, the detective, etc, side of the plot even existed.
BTW, I watched this fanvid for it a while back that I liked, and I'm happy to see it's still online: https://giandujakiss.dreamwidth.org/1062467.html
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The scene where she comes up the stairs and sees them side by side like inexact doppelgängers occupies some kind of space in my brain.
(I saw the movie originally in theaters and, mistaking a metaphor for a Chekhov's gun, spent the entire runtime desperately concerned the protagonist's heart condition was going to ironically kill him.)
BTW, I watched this fanvid for it a while back that I liked, and I'm happy to see it's still online
Thank you! I will check it out.
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I had completely forgotten this, but now that you mention it, I'm fairly sure that I thought that, too! It may be intentional misdirection from the movie's actual death, or maybe just a very plausible conclusion that was not in fact the story it was telling.
(It's also a bit wild to me now that Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman fell in love on the set of this movie, got married, and now have an adult actor daughter who looks exactly like you would expect if you mixed the two of them together.)
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It is completely wild. (Under those circumstances I feel her parents really should have asked Jude Law to be her godfather or something, but alas, it seems not.)
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I really need to rewatch Gattaca. What a great movie.
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