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Post by Mikéy on Apr 11, 2013 11:48:18 GMT -5
Go ahead Dashe. I'll probably be the first to double-up since I have a draft I'm not entirely sure where to go with anymore.
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Post by Dashe on Apr 11, 2013 13:07:08 GMT -5
Relax, Mikey Chiz, I'm just at work. Anyway, new theme's up. Get to it!
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Post by Loken on Apr 11, 2013 22:30:22 GMT -5
I couldn't think of an engaging story for 'help' but I have something for stairs. For the incorporation of the theme does it have to be a literal inclusion of stairs into the story or can I use it as just inspiration?
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Post by Mikéy on Apr 11, 2013 22:47:38 GMT -5
Inspirations are fine. Sometimes good things come as inspirations from other sources, like the theme. I associated "fire" mainly with Saul Kada's ruins, and decided to have the skit from my first drabble trail off from there. I'd still try to make your drabble an inspiration from one particular theme though, for categorization reasons. Good luck!
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Post by Dashe on Apr 12, 2013 13:49:27 GMT -5
Oh, and Chiz, awesome triple-drabble combo this past week. You get mad props, yo.
Title: Prom Night Theme: Stairs Wordcount: 703...uh...yeeaaaaaah. It...happens. Characters Involved: Tron, Servbots Rating: G Additional Notes: Takes place between MoTB and Legends 1.
Tron had clearly been reading too much young adult literature in her spare time. While it was admittedly one of the few age-appropriate things the mechanic had time to do, it had also put some pretty strange notions in her head that tended to interfere with her family's pirating endeavors.
One morning she called the servbots to the meeting room, where she was waiting with a thick binder in hand. "Okay! Listen up!" She announced. "Teisel's off running errands so tonight we're going to drop everything and put on a prom!"
The servbots stared blankly up at her in silence for no less than ten minutes straight. Finally, one of them spoke up. "What's a prom, Miss Tron?"
Tron had to think about that for a second. In the story she'd read, it was something people did in high school, but she wasn't even sure there was an island with a school on it anywhere nearby to use as a point of reference. She decided to break it down to the bare essentials. "It's a formal dance with decorations and a theme, where everyone dresses up and...uh...dances..."
"Why would anybody want to do something like that?" A voice from the back muttered.
"If I find out which one of you just said that, I'm going to make sure you spend your prom in the torture room!" Tron snapped. None of the Servbots spoke up, so she shrugged and continued. "I've made some notes for the event to ensure that this will be the greatest prom ever held, and gathered them in this binder. #35, you're in charge. I've picked a theme, all I need you to do is decorate the cafeteria accordingly. I want #3 doing the catering and #36 to provide entertainment. The rest of you, make sure you show up in formal attire at exactly 8PM sharp!"
"Yes Miss Tron!" The servbots exclaimed in unison.
Tron spent the entire day making herself presentable. She had a great feeling about this one. Bon had even agreed to keep his mouth shut about the dance once Teisel got back. She teetered her way to the cafeteria on stilettos that were much more wobbly than what she was used to.
When she opened the door to HQ, she gasped...and then choked on the thick layer of dust that had somehow accumulated everywhere. The entire room was painted a dark, dusty brown color, and #35 had set up rotting rafters along the ends of the room. There were silhouettes of staircases taped all over. There were dried leaves on the ground. There were even fake cobwebs. This stuff was all over the food! Was that a rat that just scampered across her foot?
"#35! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THIS PLACE?!!?" Tron roared.
"I f-followed the instructions in the binder exactly as you wrote them," #35 whimpered. He held the book open to where she'd written the theme. "It said you wanted the theme to be 'A Night under the Stairs' so that's exactly what I did..."
"What?!" Tron balked. "No! It's supposed to be 'A Night under the STARS,' you idiot! What kind of moron throws a prom about being underneath a staircase?!" She snapped the binder straight out of #35's hands and examined the text herself. #35 didn't usually botch this sort of thing.
Oh. Right. Tron had made a typo on the only page she'd devoted to explaining the theme.
#35 was on the verge of tears. "I-I'm not going to get in t-t-trouble, am I, Miss Tron?" He stammered.
Tron opened her mouth to chew him out, but she had to admit, it WAS a pretty impressive decorating job. She genuinely felt like the servbots were all dancing underneath a giant staircase. "Don't worry about it, #35." She sighed. It wasn't like she actually had anyone to impress that night.
The next day, though, the Servbots would all be working overtime scrubbing cobwebs out of the kitchen so everyone could eat again.
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Post by Dashe on Apr 18, 2013 9:33:58 GMT -5
So. Want a new prompt or an extension, guys?
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Post by Mikéy on Apr 18, 2013 10:28:12 GMT -5
Relax, Mikey Chiz, I'm just at work. Why am I only just noticing that? Anyways, a new prompt couldn't hurt. 'Stairs' certainly didn't strike me with any ideas like Fire and eventually-to-be Help. I don't think Kyle came up with anything either, since he thought the theme was a bit narrow with possibilities, iirc. The status on my "Help" story's still unchanged, regrettably. I'll probably focus on it some more later today in one of my classes, since all we seem to do in there is watch old war films. And with any luck, I'll think of a story with the new theme, provided it strikes me like lightning.
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Post by Chiz on Apr 18, 2013 10:45:17 GMT -5
Yeah, I'll happily take a new subject; the current one doesn't give me any ideas for a drabble unlike the other ones...I only got as far as a title, but nothing to use it on. It's unfortunate.
JMC had an idea, but he never went anywhere with it, it seems. On a semi-related note, though, "stairs" really was a miserable topic, considering they nearly don't exist in the main series (the only place I can think of where we see Trigger climbing or descending actual stairs is in Adventure Tour!)
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Post by Dashe on Apr 18, 2013 11:01:05 GMT -5
Okay then. Have a homonym this time around. That should lend itself to variety well enough. Any definition for the word "Fly" is valid.
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Post by Kyle on Apr 18, 2013 14:55:28 GMT -5
Title: Hidden Talents Theme: Fly Wordcount: 315 Characters Involved: The Bonne family Rating: G Additional Notes: Not really sure about this one. Please let me know what you think...
The stage was set, the lighting-system was ready and the Servbots were in their designated positions. Tron had never imagined that she'd ever attempt to pursue this sort of task in a bid to make some Zenny, but there's always a first time for everything. Preparation was key, and the Bonnes have spent weeks preparing for this momentus occasion. Teisel had made sure that the targets were in the proper location and Bon was operating the necessary equipment. Tron was responsible for the task of keeping the targets' attention in order to successfully pull off the operation.
She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't nervous, as the butterflies began to slowly swell up within the depths of her stomach. It didn't help that there happened to be such a large crowd in the vicinity, either. If she manages to pull this off, she may very well have a cleaner avenue of getting funding for the rockets. If not, well, things could get ugly.
With an escalated heart-rate, trembling limbs and tense breathing, she slowly stepped out into the open. The clanging sound of her high heels was all her mind could focus on, as she felt the few hundred stares pierce straight through her. A dozen of the Servbots were already waiting for her signal in order to begin their mission. "No big deal. Just like we practised ," she kept thinking to herself in a vain attempt to calm her nerves.
Just as she reached her position, the lights began to shine down upon her. As she began to use the fingers on her left hand to count down from five, she slowly began to lift a microphone towards her mouth. Once her left hand had clenched, the sound of musical instruments began to fill the room. Taking one final gulp, Tron's voice rang out amongst the noise...
"...Fly me to the moon~"
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Post by Dashe on Apr 18, 2013 15:45:29 GMT -5
The old guy in the yellow house in Downtown Kattelox with the Frank Sinatra collection certainly approves of Tron's selection. I like it, too.
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Post by Mikéy on Apr 19, 2013 1:46:30 GMT -5
Title: Unspeakable Thoughts Theme: Fly Wordcount: 543 Characters Involved: The Caskett Family Rating: G Additional Notes: One thing led to another. Kinda like with my last drabble.
“There’s something I’ve noticed, Megaman. You’ve been getting into battles with enemies that are ten times your size, and a lot of enemies that can fly. I wonder if there’s anything I can make that can allow you to fly to even the playing field…” Roll inquired, shuffling through various blueprints at her desk.
“That would be pretty cool, wouldn’t it?” replied Megaman, as he let his thoughts race.
“There are a few options we could work towards, too! Jet packs… Hover shoes…” said Roll, but Megaman wasn’t listening. He was thinking about corkscrewing into birdbots and flying circles around Draches… amongst other advantages that came with being able to fly. Thinking about the bots did raise another thought to Megaman though, and he had the strangest sensation that couldn’t stop him from asking.
“Hey Roll, have you ever thought about building a bot similar to the birdbots or servbots?” asked Megaman. Roll looked at him, stifling her lips together. Megaman, wondering what he asked wrong, was about to respond, but was cut off by Roll, who burst out laughing. Data, who was also in the room, thought it was pretty funny too, and was virtually rolling about on the floor with laughter. Megaman, now pink in the face, walked out of Roll’s study, and climbed up to the middle deck. He was rather curious as to what was so funny between Roll and Data, and was looking to ask Gramps or think about it in his room. However, as Megaman approached the ladder to the upper deck, Data hopped down from above.
“Hi, Megaman! You look glum… What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Not now, Data… I’m… not feeling so great.” replied Megaman, now a bit dizzy. Something wasn’t right. Wasn’t Data supposed to have been down on the lower deck with Roll? Megaman stumbled backwards, and Data slowly started hopping forward. Suddenly, the living room door opened, and another Data hopped out with a “Hi, Megaman! Do you wanna save?” Then the Storage Room door opened, and out came yet another Data, asking him if he wanted his energy to be restored.
More and more Datas began appearing from the engine room and lower deck ladder as well, slowly approaching Megaman. Needless to say, he was beside himself with terror, petrified on the spot, as they approached. Roll’s laughter began echoing from the lower deck, and he heard her voice speak to him clearly…
“The reason why it was so funny is because I had already done that a long time ago! I can’t believe you’ve never noticed!”
Megaman didn’t need to worry about Data any longer, since a conveniently-placed trapdoor opened right where he stood, and he began falling into darkness… falling… How he wished he could fly right then… The square light grew dimmer and dimmer, getting further and further away…
Megaman awoke with a start. Sitting straight up almost instantly, he became aware of his surroundings. He was in his room on The Flutter. The red numbers on the digital clock on his small nightstand read 2:00am, and Data was sleeping quietly next to Megaman’s pillow. Megaman, his face caked with sweat, flopped quietly back onto his pillow. That was one dream he was not going to forget anytime soon…
Also, I'm probably gonna just can the "Help" story I had been writing, since I realized (again) why I put it off. Right now, it just looks like an unsolvable puzzle, and I'm starting to think starting over with the theme would actually be easier than trying to work with what I have. It even climbed its way to 269 words. Alas.
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Post by Kyle on Apr 19, 2013 14:16:39 GMT -5
...Volnutt really needs to lay off the cheese before bedtime. I am glad you managed to cast Roll in a semi-negative lighting, the impolite harlot. You gain extra points for that, Mikey.
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Post by Dashe on Apr 25, 2013 17:57:46 GMT -5
Title: Beetle Food Theme: Fly Wordcount: 185 Characters Involved: Jim, Osh, and Bensley Rating: G Additional Notes: I love homonyms.
"Okay, with Requisitions Officer Mega Man out of the picture, we're going to need to assign a new Requisitions Officer for our club!" Jim announced as he leaned against the clubhouse wall, careful not to accidentally pull his supermodel poster off the wall. "These beetles are nice and all, but kind of boring. We should make it eat a fly. Whichever one of you can bring me a fly gets to be the new Requisitions Officer!"
"But Jim, none of the beetles we have actually eat..." Osh began, but Jim cut him off.
"Osh, stop showing off and get me a fly!" Jim insisted with a menacing scowl. "Unless you'd rather Bensley got the position..."
"Being the Requisitions Officer is the WORST," Bensley muttered under his breath.
Jim sighed. "Fine then, whoever fails to find me a fly has to be Requisitions Officer!" He amended the proposition. "Now get out there and find me a fly!"
Once Osh and Bensley were sure they were out of earshot, they both headed back to Bensley's and popped in Resident Evil 41. Jim would be none the wiser.
EDIT: New theme's up! Hop to it!
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Post by MegaTuga on Apr 26, 2013 14:03:52 GMT -5
Title: Rover the Reaver Theme: Escape Wordcount: 227 Characters Involved: "Rover" the Horroko and the Junk store Man family (man, wife and baby) Rating: (I have no idea what Am I supposed to place here, but it should be suitable for all ages) Additional Notes: I had this sitting around for a while, waiting for the chance when the weekly theme would be suitable. This was requested by a deviantArt user (Patt-Ytto) that saw one of my posts here in MMLS, suggesting a fangame in where we control "Rover" (you know, the Horokko in the Junkstore) running away from the Junk Store family, in which the goal would be to survive the maximum amount of time. He liked the idea and asked me for details so I made a backstory since I couldn't do much else. Haven't heard from him ever since. Obviously it happens after MML1.
This is the story about Rover. A small Reaverbot lost in the ruins in an island called kattleox. He lives happily with other reaverbots and loves to play with them. One day, when chasing a couple of Mirumijees, a human came from the outside, yelling. Why was she yelling and flailing her arms? Rover thought she was going to attack his friends so he recklessly dashed to her. The next thing he knows is waking up inside a tiny humid room. Next to him there is a man taking care of a baby, and next to the baby, the woman that captured him. He wanted to escape but realized his legs were gone. He soon realized his reality: stuck inside a smelly store filled with rusty pieces of metal, sitting in a shelf full of dust. The humans probably think that he is not active, however he can still see and hear everything around him. Now if only his circuits of pain would have shut down he wouldn't have to face the torture of being hammered, bitten, and used as a vase. Days, weeks and years passed, and still no chance of being set free from this hell. Until one day, when the little infant Hippopotamus, accidentally bumped against the shelf, making Rover drop. Now it's the time to run away before they notice the roaming Reaverbot! Continued Here
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