so this is what responsibility feels like

[fahye]

Wow. Having a dead computer makes me actually behave like a med student. I went to my two labs this morning -- Jesus Christ, bones are tricky little buggers when you actually look at them, and I am rethinking my love of the clavicle -- and then I spent some time in the LIBRARY with my NOTES and I've thoroughly revised my upper limb anatomy and the entire text chapter on clinical examination of the respiratory system. Man. The things you have time to do when you don't have classes from 8am-5pm (this week is remarkably light \o/) and also don't have fic writing itself feverishly in your head.

Tomorrow classes finish at 11am and I am determined to be likewise productive in the afternoon, but you know what, I'm kind of enjoying this being-uncharacteristically-prolific thing, so for the gaps in between study:

Drabble requests?

You know what I write. Though if you're having trouble deciding, I'm on this serious animated-things kick at the moment, so throw me Avatar/anime-of-your-choice prompts and everyone will be happy.

(Please note that due to the fickle natures of both free time & inspiration, I am not putting my hand on my heart and swearing to finish every request this time, but...request away anyhow! We'll see how I go.)

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[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

I don't want animated stuffs, I want squints!

*sulks*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I can do squints! Prompt?

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Zack trying to teach Booth a game which Booth refuses to accept is, in fact, a game.

XD

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"What I don't understand is why you lot don't just play Monopoly with these like normal people."

"No no no, look, it's very simple." The kid rushed around the table and took the little silver objects out of Booth's hand. "I'll demonstrate. I throw them onto the periodic table -- there, like that -- and let's say the iron lands on -- ha, this one is great --"

"If you say so," Booth said, poking the little silver dog upright with one finger so that it was no longer lying on the border between Pd and Ag.

"Well, it's an iron. On the periodic box for oxygen. So I might tell Hodgins something about a rusty ferris wheel." He stopped and peered expectantly at Booth with one corner of his mouth twitching, as though trying to suppress a joke. Booth made a gesture that meant 'keep going' and he jumped. "Oh! Because you know, iron oxide is rust, and the symbol is Fe and the prefix is ferric so...ferris..." He trailed off. "So he'd be able to deduce where it is. Ideally my hypothetical situation would also include sentences hinting at the locations of the other objects, too."

"It's a tiny iron. For ironing clothes," Booth said, hopelessly lost, sticking with what was familiar.

Zack blinked at him earnestly. "The people on the ferris wheel could have crumpled clothing, if you like."

"I don't -- oh will you listen to that, that's my phone, thanks a lot, Zack, it's been fun."

Booth had never been so happy to be informed of a double homicide in his entire life.

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

;\akjh;SLAH;ASLKF THAT IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Actually I imagine it like a combination of Articulate and reverse Battleships: having to describe the locations of the pieces to your team members, and seeing how quickly they could guess them all.

John and Rodney could play it against Zack and Hodgins, and they'd probably win because they have more injokes, and then Zack would be bewildered <3