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Apparently, I can also turn comic strip characters into fic. Who knew? My attempt at a double-drabble.
Title: All-Night Tool
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ultranos
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: This is actually no surprise whatsoever.
"Aya, what the hell are you doing?!"
"What?"
"I said, what the hell are you doing?!"
Aya turned down the blowtorch in her hand and flipped up her visor to look over at Jake. Whose hair was sticking up in all directions, and was looking rather irritated as he poked his head around the doorframe. In fact, it looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
She blinked.
"The main conduit in the generator broke. I'm fixing it."
Jake just looked at her. "At..." he checked the clock that lay haphazardly on the messy workbench in the corner "3:27 AM? Couldn't you have at least waited for daylight?"
Instead of answering, she hit a button on the generator. A horrible grinding noise issued out from the collection of metal and pipes. It belched steam, or was that smoke?, out of places that were definitely not exhaust ports. A few sparks flew out.
Aya hit the button again. "No."
"Right then."
She flipped the visor back down and fired up the blowtorch. Jake sighed and went to the kitchen to grab a Mountain Dew. He heard a crash, paused, and grabbed another. It was going to be a long night.
stayintheroom)Apparently, I can also turn comic strip characters into fic. Who knew? My attempt at a double-drabble.
Title: All-Night Tool
Author:
ultranosRating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: This is actually no surprise whatsoever.
"Aya, what the hell are you doing?!"
"What?"
"I said, what the hell are you doing?!"
Aya turned down the blowtorch in her hand and flipped up her visor to look over at Jake. Whose hair was sticking up in all directions, and was looking rather irritated as he poked his head around the doorframe. In fact, it looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
She blinked.
"The main conduit in the generator broke. I'm fixing it."
Jake just looked at her. "At..." he checked the clock that lay haphazardly on the messy workbench in the corner "3:27 AM? Couldn't you have at least waited for daylight?"
Instead of answering, she hit a button on the generator. A horrible grinding noise issued out from the collection of metal and pipes. It belched steam, or was that smoke?, out of places that were definitely not exhaust ports. A few sparks flew out.
Aya hit the button again. "No."
"Right then."
She flipped the visor back down and fired up the blowtorch. Jake sighed and went to the kitchen to grab a Mountain Dew. He heard a crash, paused, and grabbed another. It was going to be a long night.
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