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commentfic party, anyone?
LJ refugees! It is Thursday and the internet is failing to entertain. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: COMMENTFIC.
Write or excerpt a thing on the theme of: stuck. Any interpretation, any scenario. Metaphorically, physically, locked in, locked out, handcuffed together, unintentional bodysharing, stranded at an airport, [insert cliche here]. All fandoms, pairings, lengths accepted! Write ten words, or write a couple thousand.
GO. \o/?
Write or excerpt a thing on the theme of: stuck. Any interpretation, any scenario. Metaphorically, physically, locked in, locked out, handcuffed together, unintentional bodysharing, stranded at an airport, [insert cliche here]. All fandoms, pairings, lengths accepted! Write ten words, or write a couple thousand.
GO. \o/?
KEEP CALM AND CARRY A CROWBAR
It was hard, sitting on the floor.
It was uncomfortable, because he definitely shouldn't have drunk that last glass of water and now he needed to pee. Which reminded him:
"This isn't the worst place to end up in," said Gerard.
Frank was rustling something, throwing up puffs of paper-smells and something spicy. "At least it's not like last time."
"That wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know the latch was broken?"
"Maybe by the giant sign on the front of the port-o-john saying 'do not enter'?"
"Hey, I was listening to the chorus in 'London Dungeon' that time, okay, I got distracted. Besides, we'll hear when Lindsey and Bandit pull in the driveway, and then she'll hear us yelling and let us out. It'll be fine."
"If we die in here and I leave my kids dadless, my ghost will haunt your ghost until the end of time." There was even more rustling, another puff of nice spicy smells, and then Gerard was struck with sense-memory and overcome with nerves.
"What - hey! What are you doing?!"
"Holy shit Gee, is this crinoline?" Frank demanded and flicked on a light switch Gerard didn't know existed, pulling a classic black-and-white maid outfit from a box he should not have been handling.
The dress was also definitely not in Lindsey's size. Gerard sighed tragically, and Frank's grin took up his whole face.
***
Lindsey howled laughing and Bandit copied her, when she saw how they'd gotten trapped in a closet together.
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