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10 November 2007 @ 08:31 am
Timestamp Meme  
Stolen from donutsweeper.

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Memes are lovage. Again, like the character one, feel free to ask for a couple. :-)
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formerly lifeinsomniac: HeartlandsDrinkingjoonscribble on November 10th, 2007 03:30 pm (UTC)
Memes are lovage!

1) 10 years after "Child's Play."

2) 24 hours before "Some Assembly Required."

The Writer They Call Tay: Dresden: phoneawanderingbard on November 10th, 2007 06:49 pm (UTC)
Your first request:

"Long Distance"

Harry Dresden stumbled down the stairs to the phone, cursing it for ringing so early. Who calls at seven in the morning, really? Crazy people, that’s who.

“’Lo?” he mumbled into the receiver.

“’Arry?” A spritely voiced British girl asked. “You there?”

Harry waved to Murphy, who was leaning over the railing of the loft anxiously. She got the message that it wasn’t the station calling for her and went back to bed.

“Hey, Graylin,” he said, blinking the sleep away. “What’s up?”

“Oh, ‘arry, did I wake you?” she asked. “Time zones are impossible.”

Harry often wondered how someone could start off their lives pronouncing H’s and then suddenly decide to stop. “Don’t worry about it. You okay?”

“M’great! I got your birthday present today!” she exclaimed.

“I sent it two weeks ago,” he said.

“Mail system is bullocks,” she explained. “Anyway, I love it! I’ve been driving the cat crazy with it.”

“You’re supposed to wear it,” Harry pointed out. “To bring wisdom and spiritual awakening.”

“It’s shiny, the cat’s mad for it,” she insisted. “Anyway, I wanted to thank you and I need to tell you what happened the other day...”

Harry settled in to listen, writing off sleep as definitely less important than this. He did hope, however, that she was paying for the call.
formerly lifeinsomniac: MoranSortedjoonscribble on November 11th, 2007 05:44 am (UTC)
Aw! I'm so happy he kept in touch with Graylin. And I love the touch of her developing an English accent as well as English wording. Appropriate and realistic!

Thank you!
The Writer They Call Tay: Dresden: walking skullawanderingbard on November 10th, 2007 11:42 pm (UTC)
Your second request:

Big Box Retail

“How about this one? Cherry is a noble wood.”

Harry sighed. “It’s also an expensive wood, Bob. We’re on a budget.”

“We seem to constantly be on a budget,” the ghost said, with a frown.

“Welcome to my life. How about that one?”

“It looks rather flimsy,” Bob said, critically. “It would give way under the weight of the many things you will no doubt pile on it. This one?”

“Expensive,” Harry reminded him.

“If this store is too expensive, why are we perusing it?” Bob said, with a sigh. “Frankly, I don’t know how you navigate it. It is far too large. I suppose that restaurant over there is keep everyone alive while they get lost in search of furniture?”

Harry smiled. “Bob, this is the 21st Century. 21st Century, I’d like you to meet Bob. We’re getting this one. It’s not like you’re actually going to use it.”

“Very well.”

The ghost trailed Harry, silently marveling at how he seemed to know exactly where the cashiers were in this massive building. “In my day, we would have just built the table.”

“When you can use hand tools, Bob, you can build yourself a table,” Harry replied.

“That was uncalled for.”

“Yeah,” Harry admitted. “Sorry. We’ll get to put it together though, Bob. That should be fun.”

“I can hardly wait.”
formerly lifeinsomniac: MoranSortedjoonscribble on November 11th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
"Bob, this is the 21st Century. 21st Century, I’d like you to meet Bob...."


Very much the warm fuzzies on this one! Thanks again!
donutsweeperdonutsweeper on November 10th, 2007 06:28 pm (UTC)
I know you said you have no idea what happens next after "The Seventh Law" but what about a few months/years later and another quick meeting?
The Writer They Call Tay: Dresden: Harry Magicawanderingbard on November 10th, 2007 06:47 pm (UTC)
You're in luck. I was working on this this morning. It may get expanded into a full length story someday, but here's an abbreviated version:

"No Rest for the Wicked"

I was about half an hour into my well-deserved rest when dinosaurs invaded my home. Well, that was what it sounded like. A dinosaur in an old B-movie when it’s fighting with the incongruent cavemen. I woke with a start, listening for a second, realized what was happening and ran down the stairs. Aside from movie dinosaurs, which I don’t doubt could possibly arrive at my place someday, knowing my life, there was only one thing that made that sound. Sure enough, when I reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a large 1950’s police box in my living room.

“Hell’s Bells,” I muttered, waiting.

The door opened and a young man in a striped suit and long trench coat stepped out. I wasn’t expecting that. Nor was I expecting him to look at me with a cat’s grin and exclaim, ‘’Ello, ‘arry!’ as though we were old friends.

“But you said magic wasn’t real!” A girl said, stepping out after him. She wasn’t who I was expecting either. She was a pretty, black girl, with a maroon leather jacket and hairstyle that seemed to be modeled on a pineapple. “With those witches.”

“What witches?” an American voice asked. It belonged to a man lounging in the doorway to the phonebox. He had a blue military coat on. He grinned a perfect, white-toothed grin at me and winked. “I went out with a witch once. Total hag. When you’re drunk though, everyone looks good. Fun night, but she cursed my - “

“Jack,” the trench coated man interrupted. He turned to the pineapple girl. “It wasn’t real with those witches. That was science.” He gestured to me. “This is magic.”

“Where’s the Doctor?” I asked, sleepily.

“Oh,” the trench coated man said. “Right. I was the other me last we met. I’m the Doctor.” I opened my mouth and he held up a hand. “I know I don’t look like the Doctor, but I am. I had to regenerate. You are Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, you once saved my life with a drumstick and when you were 12, you made it snow in your living room and were grounded for a month.”

I opened and closed my mouth a few times. “You changed your accent,” I said, finally.

“Yes, well, sometimes you need to do that. Anyway, time to save the world!”

I blinked at him. “I’ll get some pants.”
donutsweeperdonutsweeper on November 10th, 2007 06:55 pm (UTC)
OMG, this is great, from the first line ("dinosaurs invaded my home") to the last (“I’ll get some pants.”) Perfect, perfect, perfect!!!!

Applause! and Three cheers!!!!