http://godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] indeedsir_backup2012-07-13 06:01 pm

Weekly drabble challenge (for momentarylapse8)

Rules:

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. Thanks.

In honor of the reason the real drabble challenge owner is not posting this:

Camp

camping
camper
campy
camp grounds

 

and all things pertaining thereto and emanating therefrom and whatnot

ext_24392: (JW - Bowler Save Day - Sherlockiangirl)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-15 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
*giggling* This was practically like a mini version of an episode.
<3
ext_24392: (JW - Jeeves-cry)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-14 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
DRABBLE: Camp Wooster

Bertie stood, hands on hips, hair mussed, in rumpled flannel pyjamas with tiny majestic stags. Expression sleepily stroppy, Bertie watched Jeeves route several feisty raccoons from the tent. The human defender in dressing gown, dark blue pyjamas, unlaced boots, and bearing a camp shovel; the animal faction in fur, armed with claws and teeth, along with shrill chittering.

Finally, bigger and more determined, Jeeves proved too intimidating and the raccoons scampered off into the nearby undergrowth.

“That’s it, old thing. This camping wheeze isn’t what I expected. Abandon base camp, my man, we’re off to the lodge.”

“Bless you, sir!”
ext_24392: (JW - Keep Calm Ring Jeeves - Sherlockian)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-15 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
IKR? Furry heathens!

*grin*
Thankee for the commenty goodness!
ext_24392: (JW - Bertie Luv - me)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-26 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
*Giggling wildly* \o/
Oh, this is just adorkable fun!
ext_24392: (JW - What The Buhuh? - me)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
I'm so glad his silly jimjams inspired you!
\o/

[identity profile] saylee.livejournal.com 2012-07-17 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Double drabble: Lost in the Woods

Looking back, I could see that I had been wrong to refuse my man’s offer of a map, but I had been determined to prove to Jeeves that this Wooster was capable at this navigation business. Now, on a rapidly darkening, narrow road somewhere in the wilds of Canada (Jeeves had wanted to fish), I could see the error of my ways.

I peered into the murk as I inched the automobile forward. Jeeves gave a polite cough.

“Perhaps, sir, it would be safer to pull off the road for the night.”

“What, and camp here?” Dubiously, I pulled over, under the trees. “I don’t know about this, Jeeves. We’ll freeze for one, and be eaten alive for another.” To prove my point, I batted at the swarm of mosquitoes that had formed around the Wooster corpus.

“I believe, sir, that if we were to raise the canopy, we could pass the evening in relative comfort.”

“And if I press the self-starter in my sleep, Jeeves? What then?”

“Perhaps the backseat would be a wiser locale for sleeping, sir.”

I eyed the small space. We would certainly have to get cozy. Suddenly, I could see the merits of Jeeves’s plan.
ext_24392: (JW - Such A Look)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-26 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Never doubt that Jeeves knows exactly what he's doing.
;D
Heeee! I am grinning hugely!

[identity profile] georgeodowd.livejournal.com 2012-07-23 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
DRABBLE

To say that my new pal was a bit fruity would be to put the thing mildly. Francisco de la Dorado Mariposa was a young lad from Spain, visiting his uncle thrice removed or some such thing. He was somehow distantly related to Nelson Cork from the Drones.
I distinctly remember the first day he sat in my sitting room, a fag balanced delicately on his lower lip, legs crossed demurely in salmon trousers tipped with golden slippers, telling me about the demerits of English musical theatre entertainment.
Jeeves glided in, took a whiff, and promptly fainted on the divan.

(Sorry, had to take this tack... it was irresistible. Quite like writing these little drabbles. I believe I might be hooked....!)

[identity profile] erynn999.livejournal.com 2012-07-23 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I am amused that Jeeves went straight on past the cooking sherry and into fainting on the divan. ;)

[identity profile] georgeodowd.livejournal.com 2012-07-25 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It somehow seemed... a bit classier ;) And of course, sillier, because who can imagine Jeeves fainting? :D

[identity profile] georgeodowd.livejournal.com 2012-07-25 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
:D sometimes those pesky word counts make you come up with the most spanking ideas!
ext_24392: (JW - Sartorial Flounder - Me)

[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com 2012-07-26 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
*giggling and flailing*
OMG! Someone get the smelling salts!
This made me incredibly amused and smilish, old fruit.
Well done!