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You have only yourselves to blame for this.
The insane lack of Jack/Tony drove me to write my own.
Woe. Woe is you. :D

This assumes you have seen up to Day 7, 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM.

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Title: Rise, Olympia [2b/?]
Pairing: J2
Disclaimer: The boys belong to each other themselves.
Summary: AU. Winter Olympics 1980 at Lake Placid. An American hockey player, and a Soviet figure skater. Need I say more?
Notes: Much thanks to chasethecat, for writing a hockey!AU and setting the zombie!plot bunnies after me. Also? I am completely and ( Read more... )

The twenty-fifth prompt from my table:

006. Hours

“Uaaaaangh,” Mirka says, and Roger sits up to stare at her over the side of the couch. “How long have I been lying here?”

Roger stands and pulls the curtains open with a bright “hours.”

She tries to stand, free hand covering her eyes, only to flop heavily back onto the carpet when her ( Read more... )

The twenty-fourth prompt from my table:

044. Circle

“Has anyone seen Roger yet today?” Marat asks, not bothering to look up from the effort to evenly spread the ketchup on his burger.

“Not me,” Mardy says, “I called this morning though, but there was no answer.”

“Hmm,” Marat says, raising his head to look at Andy from underneath ( Read more... )

The twenty-third prompt from my table:

031. Sunrise

Roger watches the sunrise on April Fool’s Day from the wall-to-wall window in his hotel room.

As the pinks and oranges customary to a Florida sunrise wash through the room, Mirka snores on, one hand still stretched out underneath the couch.

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The twenty-second prompt from my table:

001. Beginnings

“I think we’re off to a good start,” Bob says, “seeing as it’s only quarter past noon.”

“Shame Andy parked street side,” Mike comments, from his concealed position behind a tree in the park. “What on earth are we going to do with all this shaving cream now?”

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The twenty-first prompt from my table:

086. Choices

Andy leads Brooklyn out onto the restaurant patio, and heads directly to their usual corner. Mardy is sitting alone beneath a green umbrella, sipping on a glass of what appears to be orange juice, though Andy would not put it past him to drink Fuzzy Navels just to screw with their heads.

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The twentieth prompt from my table:

046. Star

“Mirka,” Mardy says, “I have to go, will you be alright?”

She frowns at him from her spot on the floor, “of course I will, what are you talking about?”

“You’re using one of Roger’s tennis shoes as a pillow,” Mardy points out, crouching down beside her, “and your hand is stuck under the ( Read more... )