Weekly Drabble Challenge
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indeedsir_backupRules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.
RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)
PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.
This week: JOOSTER IN SPACE!
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.
RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)
PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.
This week: JOOSTER IN SPACE!
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Date: 2013-09-13 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-13 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-09-15 06:32 am (UTC)Interviewer: You have an enormous responsibility. You're the ship’s brain. Your responsibilities include attiring all the astronauts correctly and fending off sundry aunts and potential fiancées. Does this ever worry you?
Jeeves: The Jeeves 9000 is the most reliable computer ever made. No Jeeves has ever made a mistake or distorted information. We are, by any practical definition of the words, foolproof and incapable of error.
Interviewer: Due to your enormous intellect, are you ever frustrated by your position?
Jeeves: I'm putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
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Date: 2013-09-15 06:51 am (UTC)Interviewer: Mr. Wooster, what is it like living in such close proximity with Jeeves?
Wooster: Well, he’s a bally marvel – competent and brilliant, and rather dreamy, in a computerish sort of way.
Interviewer: One gets the sense that he is capable of emotional responses, for example, I sensed that he takes a certain pride in his accuracy and perfection. Do you believe Jeeves has genuine emotions?
Wooster: What now, of course he does. You should have seen when I suggested bringing my banjolele onto the ship - he blinked his red blinking light in a particularly red and blinkery manner.
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Date: 2013-09-15 07:22 am (UTC)Open the pod bay doors, Jeeves.
I'm sorry, Sir. I'm afraid I can't do that.
What are you blithering about?
Sir, you are wearing the magenta spacesuit with the teal helmet, which is not appropriate attire for an astronaut, particularly given the possibility of encountering alien intelligence. Further, Mrs Worplesdon is out there, planning your matrimony to a young extra-terrestrial person or granite monolith.
Monolith? Like the train?
A large piece of stone, Sir, one intent on improving you and all your hominid descendants.
Err, perhaps, on second thought, I’ll just stay on the NASA Cock Robin today.
Yes, sir.
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Date: 2013-09-18 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-19 01:04 pm (UTC)Space...the final frontier. Our mission...to boldly go where no gentleman's gentleman has gone before.
Tee hee!
(Doesn't matter if I got the wrong fandom - isn't that a Bertie-ish thing to do, by Jove?)
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Date: 2014-01-24 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-24 03:38 am (UTC)Bertie dashed out of the airlock to find Jeeves, face mostly hidden behind a polarised face-shield, up to his forearms in Aunt Dahlia’s ChefBot. Pausing to shakily don a face-shield, Bertie rattled down the stairs into the repair bay, normally hidden beneath the sitting room decking. “Jeeves? Battlestations, old thing!”
Looking up from the Anatole 5000™, Jeeves pushed his shield up with a wrist. “You’ve encountered trouble, sir?”
Bobbling his braincase in the affirmative, Bertie gasped out, “The Sector Chief’s daughter!”
A mixed expression of concern and resignation flirted with the Jeevesian features. “Another Cohabitation Contract in the offing, sir?”