Er, writing things...

[evilhippo]

What happens when evilhippo ditches two other ideas in favour of random for her writing assignment? You get a variation on the theme "Hughes and Spike are playing chess in heaven". Only with Hughes and Spike sort of as one person, and the other's place taken by a sort of cross between... goodness, I don't even know who, but his name is Q not because of anything rational, but because for some reason he reminded me a bit of Quillsh Wammy. Oh, and there's some sort of weird sci-fi time-travel, body-switching, Quantum Leap sort of thing going on. No idea why the other guy's B, but he is. Also, within the first fifty words I managed to reference both Doctor Who and the Princess Bride.

I think I need to be shot.

Oh, there's also an entire paragraph about a bear chasing trout in a fountain.

There was also air hockey. And a random reference to the Nurse Incident in the rp.

I swear it wouldn't be this bad if I'd slept more than five hours last night.

Edit: I realized in class today, while stringing out a plot a mile long in my head (because for some reason this story has ended up amusing me more than it should have), that whoever I was aiming for with Q, I seem to have hit Urahara. And now things have all gone to heck. Except I haven't got time to write it, alas.

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[flutingfrenzy.livejournal.com]

Wow, all canons I have at least a passing familiarity with! Except Doctor Who, but still. I also feel that it is important to mention that as I was typing that last sentence, I hit the m key instead of the comma, so for a second there the canon I was unfamiliar with was Doctor Whom. Unprecedented!

*rereads post* Oh. This wasn't a dream.

Somehow, though, that makes it significantly more awesome.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

I actually managed a rather bizarre dream last night, too, but sadly it wasn't bizarre enough to write down and try to pass off as something for my fiction class. (-:

I think right now, though, it's slowly dawning on me that I'm going to have to read at least part of this in front of the class. And... that's going to be bizarre. Especially when I feel compelled to read Q with a British accent. Which will only be made more awkward because 1) my British accent is terrible, despite many years of listening to British entertainment and 2) my instructor's Irish.