Drabble #61
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sagesariaPrompt: #99: Weird
Fandom: Atop the Fourth Wall
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Notes: Inspired by Iron Liz's joke answer about how she knew Linkara, from the FAQ when she first opened her blog. This one's ok, I guess. This is kind of a weird relationship to write about ^^;
It was a standard day of recording for Linkara. Exhausted as he was from everything he had gone through in the past three months - the raid on Molossia, Dr. Linksano's meddling with hypertime, Film Brain's sneaky trick to force him to watch that awful movie adaption of The Spirit - Pollo insisted, alas, that he get right back to work. And to make matters worse, it was another Miller Time episode; after he had just finished a Miller project, even. And it was the conclusion of The Dark Knight Strikes Again. Joy.
Well, at least it wasn't One More Day.
Camera rolling and mentally grumbling, he ranted on about Frank Miller, comic at the ready to begin the review proper.
"I don't get it! When the man's writing about comics, he seems eloquent and interesting. When he's actually writing the comics themselves, he's John Norman, author of the Gor novels. So let's dig into The Dark Knight Strikes Aga--"
He cut himself off, trailing off as he was distracted by a strange, faint sound; a goofy-sounding sort of twanging noise, like something out of Star Trek. Suddenly he realized he'd heard it before; when Insano and Linksano had tinkered with hypertime! He didn't feel any different, but he looked around for anything unusual, when...
"Oof!" there was a heavy thud and the world spun as something suddenly fell onto Linkara, toppling him over. For several seconds there was a lot of pain, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Then past that, he gradually became aware that the projectile that hit him was actually rather soft, if really heavy and still hurt to have suddenly dropped on him. There was also a curly mass of blonde hair in his face.
"Ow..." the body on top of him groaned, its weight lifting slowly off of his chest. That was when he was finally fully aware of the woman who had just fallen on him as they both just sort of stared at each other a moment. An quiet, awkward and confused moment. She was the first to speak with a little sheepish smile on her thin lips.
"Heh. Hello."
What did you say to someone who just crashed onto your futon from out of nowhere, anyway?
"...Hi," was all he could think of, "Uh...you okay?"
"I...think so? Sorry..." she muttered, carefully pushing herself out of his lap, readjusting her Iron Maiden tshirt as she sat awkwardly on the edge of the futon. Her greyish brown eyes looked around the room as Linkara finally pushed himself upright, settling his hat properly back on his head.
"Where am I?"
"Minnesota," that was the simplest answer it could give, but after a quick thought he added, "Another dimension, I think."
She blinked. "Well, that's a new one."
"You get used to it after a while," Wow, there was something he never thought he'd say. Oh but where were his manners? Sure, these weren't the most ideal or even typical of circumstances, but there's no reason to be rude to the poor girl who just got flung into a stranger's house. Feeling a little silly, he extended his hand to her.
"I'm Linkara, by the way."
She tilted her head slightly at the name, but gave him a small smile, reaching out to shake his hand.
"Iron Liz."
Fandom: Atop the Fourth Wall
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Notes: Inspired by Iron Liz's joke answer about how she knew Linkara, from the FAQ when she first opened her blog. This one's ok, I guess. This is kind of a weird relationship to write about ^^;
It was a standard day of recording for Linkara. Exhausted as he was from everything he had gone through in the past three months - the raid on Molossia, Dr. Linksano's meddling with hypertime, Film Brain's sneaky trick to force him to watch that awful movie adaption of The Spirit - Pollo insisted, alas, that he get right back to work. And to make matters worse, it was another Miller Time episode; after he had just finished a Miller project, even. And it was the conclusion of The Dark Knight Strikes Again. Joy.
Well, at least it wasn't One More Day.
Camera rolling and mentally grumbling, he ranted on about Frank Miller, comic at the ready to begin the review proper.
"I don't get it! When the man's writing about comics, he seems eloquent and interesting. When he's actually writing the comics themselves, he's John Norman, author of the Gor novels. So let's dig into The Dark Knight Strikes Aga--"
He cut himself off, trailing off as he was distracted by a strange, faint sound; a goofy-sounding sort of twanging noise, like something out of Star Trek. Suddenly he realized he'd heard it before; when Insano and Linksano had tinkered with hypertime! He didn't feel any different, but he looked around for anything unusual, when...
"Oof!" there was a heavy thud and the world spun as something suddenly fell onto Linkara, toppling him over. For several seconds there was a lot of pain, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Then past that, he gradually became aware that the projectile that hit him was actually rather soft, if really heavy and still hurt to have suddenly dropped on him. There was also a curly mass of blonde hair in his face.
"Ow..." the body on top of him groaned, its weight lifting slowly off of his chest. That was when he was finally fully aware of the woman who had just fallen on him as they both just sort of stared at each other a moment. An quiet, awkward and confused moment. She was the first to speak with a little sheepish smile on her thin lips.
"Heh. Hello."
What did you say to someone who just crashed onto your futon from out of nowhere, anyway?
"...Hi," was all he could think of, "Uh...you okay?"
"I...think so? Sorry..." she muttered, carefully pushing herself out of his lap, readjusting her Iron Maiden tshirt as she sat awkwardly on the edge of the futon. Her greyish brown eyes looked around the room as Linkara finally pushed himself upright, settling his hat properly back on his head.
"Where am I?"
"Minnesota," that was the simplest answer it could give, but after a quick thought he added, "Another dimension, I think."
She blinked. "Well, that's a new one."
"You get used to it after a while," Wow, there was something he never thought he'd say. Oh but where were his manners? Sure, these weren't the most ideal or even typical of circumstances, but there's no reason to be rude to the poor girl who just got flung into a stranger's house. Feeling a little silly, he extended his hand to her.
"I'm Linkara, by the way."
She tilted her head slightly at the name, but gave him a small smile, reaching out to shake his hand.
"Iron Liz."
