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femslash_fluffThank you to the handful of you that voted, the final results were rather interesting, with enough of the fandoms being equally popular, making it rather difficult to choose which fandom to start with. Finally, and mainly due to RL activities, I decided to start with the Law and Order Universe, as, in the best traditions of UK children's television, 'here's one I prepared earlier....' (the opening has previously appeared on my personal LJ).
A reminder of the concept and 'rules':
This is an interactive fluff, written by the community (that's you lot!).
I've started the fluff, whose plot should be fairly obvious (Alex and Olivia have settled down in front of the TV to watch the Oscars Red Carpet show...don't lie, you've all seen a picture, if not the actual show...) The fluff now needs to be continued, by leaving comments to the post that advance the fluff along. There is no minimum or maximum length, no time limit, no turns...and most importantly, no previous writing experience required. We are all capable of typing and posting 'What is she wearing?", even if we've never typed on the face of the internet before....
Real people can be mentioned (as illustrated in the opening) but there MUST BE NO real person slash. That is a community rule.
There will be another one of these started in a little while (a day or so) for multi-fandom, but for now....
Turning off the kitchen light, Olivia padded through to the couch, taking care to set down the large bowl of popcorn without dropping any of the greasy kernels on the carpet. Surveying the well loaded table, she did a verbal check...
"So, popcorn, soda, chocolate...." As she ticked off the items, Alex joined in, identifying 'her' treats
"Cheese squares and random vegetables... water," she nodded, smiling.
Breaking out into a broad grin, her own treats catalogued, Olivia couldn't resist teasing her girlfriend.
"And you complain I eat crap...your taste in snackables is just plain weird..."
"But at least it's healthy..." protested Alex pointedly, pushing her glasses up her nose. Smiling, Olivia dropped into the couch next to her lover. Alex had weird habits, just as Olivia did, but the one she would never begrudge the blonde was a desire to eat healthy food at the most random moments.
It was something to do with her 'posting' to Small-Town Hicksville where the only place to eat out was a greasy diner. Despite hating the food, Alex had refused to learn to cook, partly out of fear of burning the stove again, but mainly because she was determined to cling to her New York identity stereotypes, and number 1 was that New Yorker's didn't cook. They assembled...or ate out.
Changing the subject, Alex hit the remote, ready to watch the saga that was the Oscars. Neither woman cared about the ceremony itself, with the latest films not really interesting them much. Watching a film required snuggling on a couch on a wet Sunday afternoon, not some musty cinema full of strangers after work. The warm up bit, with all the interviews on the red carpet however, that was different, with Joan Rivers being as snarky and funny as ever.
"Oh god....would you look at that?" exclaimed Olivia immediately, turning her head to one side in amazement.
"Is that orange with a hint of green, or green with an explosion of orange do you think?" asked Alex dryly, reaching for a carrot stick.
"Not sure, but doesn't she look familiar?" teased Olivia, gesturing vaguely at the screen before continuing "...the badly dyed hair, the slightly bemused expression...all we need now is a walking shot for the lurch...."
"Sweetheart, I'm not sure who's more insulted - the Academy for the suggestion that they may invite Casey Novak to their party, or that football player for you suggesting he might take her as a date!"
"He's a football player?" asked Olivia amazed. For one thing, she'd always assumed they were fat and ugly, and secondly, since when did Alex know about football players?
"Would you look at that?" asked Alex sharply
"What?" not realising Alex hadn't been listening to her, Olivia had to quickly return her attention to the TV screen in order to see the latest monstrosity that had caught the attorney's eye.
"That..." startled, Olivia leaned forwards in the couch to try and identify what it was that had caused the ADA to lose all ability to verbalise.
"What is it?" asked Olivia after a pause...uncertain what she was seeing, only for it to become hideously clear when all the flashbulbs stopped, allowing the shimmering dress to reveal it's occupant.
"Is that what I think it is?" asked Olivia finally
"You're the sex crimes detective.." retorted Alex dryly, canting her head to one side to consider the view.
"And you're the lesbian....stop ogling Alex!" protested Olivia suddenly, when her brain connected everything she was seeing.
"Since when are you not an expert on female nipples?" asked Alex pointedly, recalling a particularly enjoyable morning.
"Since you decided that, owing to my having a few disastrous ex boyfriends, I'm the confused bisexual who doesn't love women, but only loves you. Your nipples don't look like that...."
"No, but then I haven't been 'enhanced'"
"You think she's been enhanced?" asked Olivia, craning her neck for a better view.
"And you're supposed to be New York's finest..." sighed Alex, crunching on some celery.
"Are we talking about my nipples or my badge?" asked Olivia, confused.
"Neither....would you look at those shoes?" asked Alex suddenly.
"No thank you" replied Olivia wincing. She'd never managed well in heels, unlike her lover who wore them as a matter of course. Four, no, five inch plus stillettos, they just made her calves cramp looking at them
Smirking, Alex finished her celery, waiting for the next fashion disaster to come past. Unfortunately, the next 'victim' on the red carpet wasn't a victim at all.
"Who's that?" asked Olivia, suddenly interested in the pretty brunette.
"Famke Janssen...." observed Alex, reaching for her handy reference tool - her laptop, with the internet ready to go for spontaneous searches. You could never accuse Alex Cabot of shirking from prep!
"Who?"
"Apparantly, she was in X Men"
"Oh, a green alien thing?" asked Olivia, knocking back some buttery popcorn
"I think not...look...." Alex tilted the screen of the laptop towards Olivia, revealing pictures that definitely did not contain any green aliens...
"Ah...well, nice dress....that shiny brown looks good on her." Olivia's ability to recall and describe a crime scene was legendary. Her ability to describe haute coiture was laughable.
"That's bronze Chanel....but yeah, you're right, it looks good on you...I mean her.." Alex spoke quickly to cover her mistake. Unfortunately, judging by Olivia's smirk, she'd been spotted.
"When's Serena coming?" asked Alex quickly, eager to change the subject.
"Anytime now...she's bringing Abbie..."
"Carmichael?" questioned Alex sharply, obviously not in the loop about that piece of gossip...
"Sure...hey, what is she wearing?" asked Olivia, suddenly distracted by a walking fashion explosion....
A reminder of the concept and 'rules':
This is an interactive fluff, written by the community (that's you lot!).
I've started the fluff, whose plot should be fairly obvious (Alex and Olivia have settled down in front of the TV to watch the Oscars Red Carpet show...don't lie, you've all seen a picture, if not the actual show...) The fluff now needs to be continued, by leaving comments to the post that advance the fluff along. There is no minimum or maximum length, no time limit, no turns...and most importantly, no previous writing experience required. We are all capable of typing and posting 'What is she wearing?", even if we've never typed on the face of the internet before....
Real people can be mentioned (as illustrated in the opening) but there MUST BE NO real person slash. That is a community rule.
There will be another one of these started in a little while (a day or so) for multi-fandom, but for now....
Turning off the kitchen light, Olivia padded through to the couch, taking care to set down the large bowl of popcorn without dropping any of the greasy kernels on the carpet. Surveying the well loaded table, she did a verbal check...
"So, popcorn, soda, chocolate...." As she ticked off the items, Alex joined in, identifying 'her' treats
"Cheese squares and random vegetables... water," she nodded, smiling.
Breaking out into a broad grin, her own treats catalogued, Olivia couldn't resist teasing her girlfriend.
"And you complain I eat crap...your taste in snackables is just plain weird..."
"But at least it's healthy..." protested Alex pointedly, pushing her glasses up her nose. Smiling, Olivia dropped into the couch next to her lover. Alex had weird habits, just as Olivia did, but the one she would never begrudge the blonde was a desire to eat healthy food at the most random moments.
It was something to do with her 'posting' to Small-Town Hicksville where the only place to eat out was a greasy diner. Despite hating the food, Alex had refused to learn to cook, partly out of fear of burning the stove again, but mainly because she was determined to cling to her New York identity stereotypes, and number 1 was that New Yorker's didn't cook. They assembled...or ate out.
Changing the subject, Alex hit the remote, ready to watch the saga that was the Oscars. Neither woman cared about the ceremony itself, with the latest films not really interesting them much. Watching a film required snuggling on a couch on a wet Sunday afternoon, not some musty cinema full of strangers after work. The warm up bit, with all the interviews on the red carpet however, that was different, with Joan Rivers being as snarky and funny as ever.
"Oh god....would you look at that?" exclaimed Olivia immediately, turning her head to one side in amazement.
"Is that orange with a hint of green, or green with an explosion of orange do you think?" asked Alex dryly, reaching for a carrot stick.
"Not sure, but doesn't she look familiar?" teased Olivia, gesturing vaguely at the screen before continuing "...the badly dyed hair, the slightly bemused expression...all we need now is a walking shot for the lurch...."
"Sweetheart, I'm not sure who's more insulted - the Academy for the suggestion that they may invite Casey Novak to their party, or that football player for you suggesting he might take her as a date!"
"He's a football player?" asked Olivia amazed. For one thing, she'd always assumed they were fat and ugly, and secondly, since when did Alex know about football players?
"Would you look at that?" asked Alex sharply
"What?" not realising Alex hadn't been listening to her, Olivia had to quickly return her attention to the TV screen in order to see the latest monstrosity that had caught the attorney's eye.
"That..." startled, Olivia leaned forwards in the couch to try and identify what it was that had caused the ADA to lose all ability to verbalise.
"What is it?" asked Olivia after a pause...uncertain what she was seeing, only for it to become hideously clear when all the flashbulbs stopped, allowing the shimmering dress to reveal it's occupant.
"Is that what I think it is?" asked Olivia finally
"You're the sex crimes detective.." retorted Alex dryly, canting her head to one side to consider the view.
"And you're the lesbian....stop ogling Alex!" protested Olivia suddenly, when her brain connected everything she was seeing.
"Since when are you not an expert on female nipples?" asked Alex pointedly, recalling a particularly enjoyable morning.
"Since you decided that, owing to my having a few disastrous ex boyfriends, I'm the confused bisexual who doesn't love women, but only loves you. Your nipples don't look like that...."
"No, but then I haven't been 'enhanced'"
"You think she's been enhanced?" asked Olivia, craning her neck for a better view.
"And you're supposed to be New York's finest..." sighed Alex, crunching on some celery.
"Are we talking about my nipples or my badge?" asked Olivia, confused.
"Neither....would you look at those shoes?" asked Alex suddenly.
"No thank you" replied Olivia wincing. She'd never managed well in heels, unlike her lover who wore them as a matter of course. Four, no, five inch plus stillettos, they just made her calves cramp looking at them
Smirking, Alex finished her celery, waiting for the next fashion disaster to come past. Unfortunately, the next 'victim' on the red carpet wasn't a victim at all.
"Who's that?" asked Olivia, suddenly interested in the pretty brunette.
"Famke Janssen...." observed Alex, reaching for her handy reference tool - her laptop, with the internet ready to go for spontaneous searches. You could never accuse Alex Cabot of shirking from prep!
"Who?"
"Apparantly, she was in X Men"
"Oh, a green alien thing?" asked Olivia, knocking back some buttery popcorn
"I think not...look...." Alex tilted the screen of the laptop towards Olivia, revealing pictures that definitely did not contain any green aliens...
"Ah...well, nice dress....that shiny brown looks good on her." Olivia's ability to recall and describe a crime scene was legendary. Her ability to describe haute coiture was laughable.
"That's bronze Chanel....but yeah, you're right, it looks good on you...I mean her.." Alex spoke quickly to cover her mistake. Unfortunately, judging by Olivia's smirk, she'd been spotted.
"When's Serena coming?" asked Alex quickly, eager to change the subject.
"Anytime now...she's bringing Abbie..."
"Carmichael?" questioned Alex sharply, obviously not in the loop about that piece of gossip...
"Sure...hey, what is she wearing?" asked Olivia, suddenly distracted by a walking fashion explosion....
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Date: 2007-02-12 12:29 am (UTC)"You're sure?" asked Serena, wondering what sort of fallout there would be in the press the next day over that.
"I was, but Olivia didn't recognise it...." retorted Alex smugly.
"Why not?" asked Serena, grabbing piece of carrot - that was the great thing about snacking with Alex and Olivia - she could balance her craving for grease with her guilt about breaking the diet....
"It didn't look like mine..." explained Alex, angling the laptop screen towards Serena so she could see the picture.
"No, it wouldn't..." agreed Serena, recognising the star with her all too obviously enhanced 'assets', "...I can understand now why you thought she..." she trailed off and gestured at the 'English' (only when it suited her, mainly for tax reasons) actress just finishing an interview, "...brought class..."
It was snarky, it was punchy...it was exactly why Alex loved Serena's company when they watched these programmes - she could bitch about women in a way Olivia just...couldn't....
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Date: 2007-02-12 02:17 am (UTC)With a completely straight face to go along with her completely gay body, the tall Texan replied, “How you wouldn’t recognize a nipple if it jumped right out at you.”
Red-faced, Olivia exclaimed, “Alex! You said yourself that she’d had a boob job. How was I supposed to recognize a fake nipple if I’d never seen one before?”
“Relax, Olivia, and be thankful that your girlfriend happens to have the real thing. You’d be surprised how many people you’ve met and actually worked with that have had enhancements,” Serena explained, moving over so that the detective could sit next to her lover.
“Really? Who?” Olivia asked, suddenly very interested in the art of implants.
Moving to join the group, Abbie took a seat next to Serena, making for a very up close and personal conversation. “Adams in DMV for one,” the brunette mentioned casually.
“Adams? You’re kidding?” Olivia replied in disbelief.
Before Abbie could respond with a detailed lesson on how the detective could confirm her accusation, Serena’s voice cut into the conversation as she gestured wildly towards the television.
“Holy shit, would you look at that! I’ve never seen so much red in my life; she looks like a walking blood clot!”
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Date: 2007-02-12 09:36 pm (UTC)Olivia was to engrossed in the small picture at the bottom of the screen to get drawn into the blondes' conversation. "Guys...guys...look who just showed up..."
A collective 'oooooo' sounded from the room, as Hollywood's bad girl turned good girl and her clean cut boyfriend/lover/life partner, however it was defined walked infront of the flashing cameras. Her black and silver sparkling dress left just enough to the imagination and showed off her tattoos perfectly.
"It's a shame she didn't stick with that lesbian relationship she had when she was younger," Abbie sighed as her hand grabbed a fistful of popcorn from the bucket.
"I don't know," Olivia replied, pausing to take a swig of beer. "I'd go straight for him."
"Olivia!" Alex's head whipped around in the direction of her partner.
"What? He's on my list! And we all know you can not debate the list."