Fic: Murphy's List (G - PG-13)
A/N: I've got an idea. So, I'm sure we've all seen/ heard of the "100 things blank is not allowed to do" lists or may have even written one ourselves. Given that Murphy's Law rules the 'Verse (and especially Jack_built ), there's ample material for original "Guidelines" or "Items" to be written. It's like a round-robin, where we take turns continuing the story/list.
Here are the two main rules of this project:
1.) Try not to copy someone else's rules.
a. Adding on to them or modifying them is perfectly acceptable, however.
2.) Make sure to put in different characters' reactions to each rule(s).
For example:
Item # 327: Sharpies are to be used on paper, not in "Pen wars".
John chuckled, at this addition, remembering the epic battles between Rodney and Radek. It had gone on for a week, ending only when Dian had unwittingly been caught in the cross-fire and got a bright lime-green Sharpie© right between the eyes, leaving a fluorescent green dot that wouldn't come off for a week.
See? Not so hard. Make it fun by having the Rules/ Guidelines/ Items in different fonts (If LiveJournal allows it, that is.) and colours. I'll keep a running list as it goes. Maybe I'll even post it on fanfiction.com, who knows? If we reach, say, 120 items, we'll see if we want to continue. What d'you say? I'll start us off.
The list appeared on day, tacked to the communal bulletin board hanging between 310 and 320. It was composed of a few sheets of white lined legal paper, and only a few of those lines were filled out, the words written in a neat hand that John didn't recognise. A title stretched across the top, reading "Murphy's List". Below it, a short list followed. John perused it, a smile quirking his lips.
1.) Water balloons are to stay outside, not in the halls.
John laughed softly; he remembered the water balloon "incident." He and Cam had been messing around one warm day, lobbing balloons at each other when a few of the other residents of the floor had gotten caught in the cross-fire. Jack had groused about the damp carpets, but it had been worth seeing Rodney looking like a slightly plump drowned rat.
2.) While fun, I may not refer to myself as "Supreme Ruler of Floor 3" and proclaim said floor a sovereign country of which I am the sole ruler.
a. Nor are the other residents my minions, wingéd or otherwise
b. Neither may I proclaim one my consort.
John's smile, if possible, managed to widen. After a particularly intense Halo3 match with Rodney, Cam, and John, and fuelled by massive amounts of caffeine and sugar, the normally placid Radek Zelenka had declared the entire third floor "The Republic of Zelenka." Only when he had started singing loudly in Czech and declared that everyone were now his minions did Fate intervene in the form of a rather pissed-off Diane Biro, who, after having a particularly bad day that had included her flat-mate moving out (Thankfully, it was the beginning of the month and rent had just been paid) and a highly stressful test earlier that day, had pounded on the door and demanded that Radek "Shut up or there'd be hell to pay."
Surprisingly, Radek had just laughed and declared the petite blonde his consort, taking her hands and spinning her about. By that time, everyone on the floor had awoken, and come out to see what the fuss was. The sight of Diane in a dark green camisole and black pajama pants, prancing around with Radek in the middle of the hall, had obviously led to the next Item, which read:
3.) Dancing is good. Dancing while in a cramped hallway: not so good.
After reading the List over once more, John continued on his way, still chuckling slightly.
A/N: Now it's your turn. Add away!