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circ_bamboo) wrote2012-08-27 08:27 pm
circ_bamboo) wrote2012-08-27 08:27 pm
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Meme, to convince me I need more WsIP that hit seven pages
MEME:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current wip.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences – and post them as they’re written.
'Current' is to be interpreted liberally, although it's due the 7th so I ought to get cracking.
(morning after the Battle of New York; assume shawarma didn't happen due to concussion; it's just Bruce and Pepper in the kitchen at Stark Tower)
“Milk’s in the fridge. I switch Tony’s coffee out for decaf around nine or ten PM so there’s a chance he may sleep,” she said. “And no, I’ll take mine leaded, thanks. How are you feeling?”
Dr. Banner looked up from the fridge. “Better,” he said. “Still a little hungover, but nothing another good night of sleep won’t help. How’s Tony?” He returned with the milk and started pouring it into one of the metal steamer cups.
“Stoned,” she said. “He woke up, took a couple Vicodin, and fell back asleep.”
“Was he lucid? Sorry,” he said when she frowned at him. “I have some medical training. I’m a physicist, though, not an M.D.”
“Definitely lucid,” she said. “A nuclear physicist, right?”
He nodded as he turned on the steamer. “Yeah,” he said a minute later, after he’d steamed and foamed the milk expertly. “And you’re--I think the CEO of Stark Industries?”
“On and off,” she said. “It’s better for everyone if I run the company instead of Tony.”
“And you and he are--” He made an indeterminate gesture.
“Dating?” she said. “Yes.”
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current wip.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences – and post them as they’re written.
'Current' is to be interpreted liberally, although it's due the 7th so I ought to get cracking.
(morning after the Battle of New York; assume shawarma didn't happen due to concussion; it's just Bruce and Pepper in the kitchen at Stark Tower)
“Milk’s in the fridge. I switch Tony’s coffee out for decaf around nine or ten PM so there’s a chance he may sleep,” she said. “And no, I’ll take mine leaded, thanks. How are you feeling?”
Dr. Banner looked up from the fridge. “Better,” he said. “Still a little hungover, but nothing another good night of sleep won’t help. How’s Tony?” He returned with the milk and started pouring it into one of the metal steamer cups.
“Stoned,” she said. “He woke up, took a couple Vicodin, and fell back asleep.”
“Was he lucid? Sorry,” he said when she frowned at him. “I have some medical training. I’m a physicist, though, not an M.D.”
“Definitely lucid,” she said. “A nuclear physicist, right?”
He nodded as he turned on the steamer. “Yeah,” he said a minute later, after he’d steamed and foamed the milk expertly. “And you’re--I think the CEO of Stark Industries?”
“On and off,” she said. “It’s better for everyone if I run the company instead of Tony.”
“And you and he are--” He made an indeterminate gesture.
“Dating?” she said. “Yes.”