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I can't muster the concentration to do that character survey thing, so, instead, if there is something you'd like to know about any of the characters I play / have played ask here and I will answer when I can.

Um, also I owe people tags from over two weeks ago, sorry. I will get to them!

For skids_sally for the song drabble meme.

Sally takes the photos--

It's Genosha, and she has to get a note to miss classes without getting black marks against her attendance records. There's all sorts of problems with the foreign ... places going people that she likes to pretend are all about Genosha being a barely recognised country and not at all about genes. It's kind of odd passing through a customs gate that's in the middle of a building miles and miles from any physical border. She has to bite her tongue to stop herself yelling at the agents when they ruin two rolls of film by opening a box in direct light that quite plaining says "Do Not Open In Direct Light" on it. They make her sign into her laptop and go through it, so that's an hour of her life and her battery power she's never getting back.

When she's finally allowed to step through the transit gate, she manages exactly half a sigh of relief before alarms go off around her and there's a chuckling guard taking her laptop away again and explaining that bugs are always planted on every visitor.

"Why do you think Mike always sneaks everybody in through the Citadel?" the guard asks. Her name is Alice, at least according to her badge, and she speaks English with an odd accent Sally can't quite place, somehow both French and South African at the same time.

"I was trying to show we have nothing to hide," Sally complains. "We're law-abiding citizens."

"Oooh." Alice tuts and shakes her head with amusement. "They hate that the worse, chérie. There -- all clean."

"Why do they bother if you just remove them? If they know you know--"

"Politics."

"That makes no sense."

Alice laughs again. "Like I said."

The supplied driver proves rather more surly -- in total, he says maybe two dozen words to her the entire time she is on the island -- but Sally takes this in her stride, using her digital camera to take shot after shot on the ride. She'll come back and use film for the things she likes the best (or rework digitally if the light goes). Mr Surly is, at least, a good driver; she barely feels the bumps and twists in what passes for a road.

( A statue made of dead Sentinels dominates the skyline here... )

What do you ultimately hope to get out of playing your character?

OOC: I know that this is a prompt for muns, but when Cartman and Dubya took over my brain, it was...well...whatever.

"Tell me again, Eric, why do we play this game?" George W. Bush sat in his man cave, at the new house he retired to, and squinted at the computer screen.

"World domination!" Cartman was furiously typing, using the two finger method, but still doing pretty well. "Listen, Dub, if you can rule the Internet, then you are destined for immortality and greatness. You can be fucking famous, dude! But it takes time. So just start slow."
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Written for alan_shore for the drabble meme. Requested song was Can't Tell Me Nothing by Kanye West.

"Stephen, I still don't understand-"

"Cut the chatter, Red Two," Stephen barked, pointing a finger at Tad, the consistently harried building manager who by all intents and purposes, should be thankful that he has a job (and health insurance!) in these troubled economic times. "Clearly I have my methods, don't question them."

"But Stephen," Tad scrunched his nose as he looked up into the seat where his boss was sitting, and consequently, the sun. "I don't understand why we even need a tractor, much less are stealing one."

"Oh, sweet, simple Tad. I would pet that curly head of yours if I wasn't so high up on my throne of plenty." His cufflinked arm made a broad sweeping gesture to explain just how plentiful. "We need to show our audience that I am a man of the people. What better way to do that than with farming and crime?"

"But isn't crime a bad thing?"

"Oh Tad," Stephen scoffed with what he thought was an understanding smile. "I have excellent lawyers."

"I guess that does explain why we had to come to Massachusetts for the tractor..."

"Exactly! Always have to stay one step ahead of the law." Stephen gave his temple a self-congratulatory tap. "Now uh, go find some thug to hot wire this thing will you? I don't seem to see a key."

For tm_northstar for the song drabble meme.

"Sex!" bellowed Mojo, waving his hands at the surrounding screens. "Violence! Spiral!"

She sighed. "You screamed?"

"Where is my sex and violence? I need viewership! Ratings!"

"Less coffee?" Spiral offered and then made a strangled noise as his hand closed around her throat, yanking her in so they were face to face. "...more coffee?"

"I. Need. A. Show," Mojo ground out. "I've seen more activity on cold, rust-covered desert planets." Spiral hummed under her breath. Mojo tossed her away. She landed lightly on her feet. "Find me something interesting before I'm forced to put you in a pinafore and send you out to dance for our supper."

Spiral considered this.

"That would be a punishment," Mojo clarified.

"Ah." Spiral danced away into the control booth, hands brushing half-a-dozen controls as she skipped across the dimensional feeds in search of something juicy enough to be edited into sound-bites for sophisticated audience consumption. "There is one thing..."

"Anything!"

( 'It's Canadian.' )

1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the Youtube videos.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.
4. Try not to flake out completely!

Song:
Preferred pairing or characters to include?:
Would you like me to include your muse?:

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For osborn_heir for the song drabble meme.

"Explain to me again why I'm doing this," Harry says, blinking away the after-images of the flash while Dennis does something arcane to one of the cameras hanging around his neck and Mike perches on, well, nothing, feet idly swinging a good foot above the ground.

"Media inevitability," Mike says.

Harry glares at him. Dennis says, "Ooh, nice one!" and snaps off another half-dozen shots in rapid succession. Harry tries glaring at him instead, but since it just makes Dennis take more photos, he goes back to glaring at Mike, which is just as ineffective, but much less blinding.

"Look," says Mike, after a few minutes of smiling blankly back have had no effect, "we both agree that, no matter what you do or where you go, be it Gotham or Mars or--"

"The Philippines?" Dennis offers. They both look at him. "There are conical karst hills in Bohol, you know!"

"My point," says Mike, "is that pictures of you are an unavoidable side-effect of being, you know, you. So, rather than wait for you to crash a car or beat up a traffic-warden, or let some jack-ass with a camera provoke you into wanton acts of violent destruction involving fruit-themed pyrotechnics--"

"Pumpkins are squash!" Dennis says, wandering around them, cameras flashing merrily.

"Did you just take a picture of my ass?" Harry asks.

"No!" Dennis says. Harry eyes him. "I took six pictures!"

"My point," Mike cuts back in quickly, "is that you need to get ahead of the news cycle. You need to be pro-active and pre-emptive and public-relations-y. You need to set the scene and control the spin and, most importantly, flood the market to make surreptitious pictures of you worthless, bore the audience, and distract the snap-rats."

"Okay," Harry says.

"Okay," Mike says.

"I'm still not quite sure how the leather pants fit in, or why I have to be shirtless, or why I keep getting water poured all over me," Harry says.

"You're a GQMF!" Dennis says. They both stare at him. "You keep doing that!"

"It's possible I should never have let him have the coffee or the internet access," Mike muses. "Look," he adds, swinging back to Harry, "you know how the tabloid run goes. You get the positive spin, the backlash, the backlash against the backlash, the come-back tour, the slow fade back into obscurity, the where are they now feature, and you're done. We're just speeding up the inescapable so you can, you know, escape it. It'll all work out. Trust me!"

"And turn your head a little to the left and pout," Dennis adds.

Harry, sighing, does.