like a knife

[bantha_fodder]

I am in a terrible mood (for reasons into which I'm not going), and whilst part of me wants to sit here and wallow, the rest of me knows that going to archery is probably a better idea.

If anyone is around, and wants to leave a comment for me to find when I return (a comment that would make me feel cheered, ie, fictionals or pictures or flailing OR LIES), that would be GREAT.

AND NOW I GO TO FAIL AT ARCHERY.

Comments

[daygloparker.livejournal.com]

I am making this up as I go along

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"Are we actually sitting here, or did that blonde thing put something hallucinogenic in my drink last night?" Ben murmured in her ear. His hands were smoothing the front of his dress trousers compulsively, so she rolled her eyes and grabbed one of them.

"You're crushing the crease," she told him. "And yes. We're actually here."

"If you say so, chica." She could feel the moment when he hesitated, his hand immobile, and then the moment in which he smiled a smile that she was careful not to look at and tanged his fingers in hers. Not looking. Not looking. Kara stared straight ahead, which wasn't a fantastic improvement, because there was a single empty chair across from them.

"Henry would have loved this," she said without thinking. "He would have been taking pictures. Scratching his name on the back of the toilet door."

Ben squeezed her hand, but before he could reply the door to their left slammed open and both of them sat up straighter in the immediate military response. Kara felt her heartbeat accelerate, but it slowed down again when all that emerged from the door was a pair of men who burst into gasps of laughter as soon as it was closed behind them.

"Oh," the dark-haired one gasped. "Oh, Jesus, Josh, I can't believe you managed to get through all of that with a straight face."

His companion put a hand on his arm and buried his face in the shoulder of his suit, his shoulders shaking hysterically. "I don't. I can't believe it either," he mumbled into the fabric. "Drinks. Drinks, Sam, we need drinks."

The man thus addressed came to a halt as he noticed Ben and Kara. "Hello, you're the Navy pilots who averted World War Three, aren't you?"

"That's us," Ben said, and Kara could hear the effortless, charming expression fall over his face, damn him.

The other man was still laughing, not even looking at them. "What? Sam. Pay attention. I'm a genius, and you're buying me drinks."

Sam made a face at them. "Excuse me. Congratulations. Etcetera. Pressing State business to attend to, as you can see."

Ben laughed. "Don't think, drink," he said, and Kara ducked her head and smiled at her own chest.

"Excellent philosophy! Are you sure you're Navy?" The blond one lifted his head, shook it for a moment as though trying to clear it, and looked at them. His hair was standing at odd angles.

"Quite sure," Kara said, finding her voice.

"Yes, I suppose. All that white, you're practically blinding." He shook his head again. "Sam, what do you say about writing a speech wherein the President extols the enormous cost to taxpayers that could be avoided by changing the official Navy uniform to something that doesn't require dry-cleaning if you so much as breathe on it?"

"No."

"Really?"

"No, Josh."

"Lieutenant Wade? Lieutenant Gannon?" The door opened and a young man stepped through. "The President will see you now."

"That's our cue." Ben released her hand and stood up, and the two men headed for the door at the other end of the room.

"Donna!" the blond one yelled as they exited. "Drinks!"

"Who was...?" Kara jerked her head.

The young man's face creased into a wide smile. "That was the Assistant White House Chief of Staff, and the President's Deputy Director of Communications."

"Oh," said Kara, and suddenly felt much less nervous.

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[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

YOUR EXPOSITION (at the end) WAS UNNECESSARY.

KARA AND BEN ARE SO ADORABLE, AND JOSH CLEARLY DESIRES THE FINEST MUFFINS IN ALL THE LAND.

<333

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

The exposition was not meant as exposition! It was meant to be Kara feeling reassured because two men with long impressive titles were acting like utter dorks! Clearly I failed, but whatever, commentfic.

JOSH AND SAAAAAM. Icons. Icons needed. I must find icons.

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

And, uh, I'm not sure why I decided to reply to your comment rather than Pen's post. Beg pardon :D

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

WHAT AN EXCELLENT SELECTION OF CAPS.

[kirbyfest.livejournal.com]

Ok, those pictures made ME feel better too. :)

[tartanshell.livejournal.com]

I think it's awesome that you're doing archery. I tried once, at camp when I was little, and really sucked. So, kudos. :)

Hope your mood gets better soon!

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

I'm quite cheered now. Unsurprisingly, archery cheered me up!

A Ninja Pays Half My Rent

[ataxi.livejournal.com]

http://www.steventsuchida.com/Films/Ninja.htm

Re: A Ninja Pays Half My Rent

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

That is a pretty cool short film. And simple as it is, I really like the name.

[elly427.livejournal.com]

http://www20.brinkster.com/hpogh/rt/splash.jpg

Hope you had an excellent time at archery.

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

WAIT

STOP

Where did that picture come from?

[gobsmackit.livejournal.com]

I admire you in many ways, and hope for nothing but the most joyous in your life! BLAH BLAH BLAH HEART.

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

<333

[kirbyfest.livejournal.com]

I give you this icon, plus a snippet. (Not happy, but it's all I gots.)

Parker paused, forehead against the cool of the door frame, breathing in the stale air as if it would make her feel better. She was pretty sure that nothing could, any more, not scotch or sex or shopping or Xanax. The race with Lyle was never-ending. Even the thought of returning Jarod to the Centre gave her no peace-- Raines would just find something else. He liked his blood sport. Lyle did too. She didn't have the heart (or the stomach) for it any more.

And Jarod back at the Centre... She had a vivid imagination, but that scenario was too much for her at the moment.

When the door opened and she came face to face with Jarod, her gun a hand's span from his nose, there was only a moment of surprise, followed by a resigned expression on his face.

Jarod sighed, not looking the least bit disturbed by the gun. "I guess I'm supposed to say something about how I'm surprised you tracked me down."

"And I should insult you by telling you you got sloppy."

A corner of his mouth twitched in a smile. "And then I'll make a sarcastic comment about your tracking skills and your allegiance to the Centre, even now."

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

AND THEN THEY HAVE SEX.



RIGHT?

[kirbyfest.livejournal.com]

You know, I don't think they do. It's really quite unlike them. I am vexed.

[sajee.livejournal.com]

I know you are cheered now but
a) you rule
b) sydney!

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

LESS THAN TWO WEEKS.

HAY SO, I have never done this grown up holiday thing before. Do we need to confirm accomodation, or do we just turn up? I don't know how it works.

Also, CASINO ROYALE EEEE.

[jadengreen36.livejournal.com]

Pen, I don't know you at all, but I know your fic, and you rock, doll! :->

[bantha-fodder.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you very much! :o) I appreciate that.