October '08 Word Prompt! :)

[Aquarius]

That's awesome, aryell! I can just see the "WTF??!!" look on Trip's face at the end there! Good stuff! I'm glad that you joined in the fun.

[bluetiger]

Aryell that was a very sweet Trip and T'Pol interlude. I decided to jump in with both feet so I just submitted a short little story to the trick or treat challenge. It may not be what you're expecting though. Aquarius did say to think outside the box.

[aryell]

I wanted to write something NOT related to trick or treat, but this little tidbit just wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it down. Glad I posted it, I'm looking forward to next months word prompt.

[Alelou]

Very cute, Aryell. I can just hear them having this conversation.

[Asso]

Very, very nice, Aryell. A short and... tasty ... little piece.

[Aquarius]

I wanted to write something NOT related to trick or treat, but this little tidbit just wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it down. Glad I posted it, I'm looking forward to next months word prompt.

Y'know, you can always go back and do last month's if you're looking for something to do...

[evcake]

Nice work, aryell

[Aquarius]

I need to get off my butt and finish typing mine up, but in the meantime, who's next???

evcake?

Asso?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Just kidding!

[Asso]

Okay! I will try. But, please, be kind!


Halloween Night.
-Sorcerer! What are you boiling in the caldron?
-Two hearts.
-Male? Female?
-A male heart and a female heart.
-Whose?
-Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol.
-Why?
-You know my name.
-You are Sorcerer Destiny.
-Yes.
-So?
-Destiny has to do his work.
-Which is your work, Sorcerer Destiny?
-Playing a trick.
-Which trick?
-I have to unite these two hearts.
-They will suffer.
-I know.
-So, why?
-I'm Destiny. My ways are mysterious.
-I don't understand.
-If these hearts will become one...
-If these hearts will become one...?
-They will find an incomparable treat.
-Which treat?
-Love.

[evcake]

Ok - I know it's a bit prissy, but writing is not my strong suit, and besides I was in a bit of a rush.
Here goes:

Ofrenda

Crewman Irma Jimenez of Engineering was lonely. As she sat in the mess hall watching the Halloween party come together, she missed her fallen comrades, and she missed her family. As a child in Los Angeles, she had carved jack-o-lanterns, gone trick-or-treating, and made herself sick on free treats. Later, she had shepherded a swarm of neighborhood kids from house to house…but now she missed a different tradition.
The tradition of her grandmother building a little altar in the living room, with flowers and candles and food. With pictures of the dead.

Black and orange streamers were going up, and tears began to fall.

“You appear to be in distress, Crewman.” said Commander T’Pol. “Do you find the preparations disturbing in some way?” eyeing the numerous depictions of the human skeleton capering around the wall of the mess.

“No ma’m. It’s just making me think of Jane…Crewman Taylor, you know.”

“In what way?” wincing as “Monster Mash” came over the speaker system.

“Well, if I was home, instead of this…” gesturing at the increasingly riotous goings-on, “I’d be…” and found herself explaining the Day of the Dead to a Vulcan.

To her surprise, T’Pol nodded. “On Vulcan, we too have such a day. We remember our ancestors, and honor the struggles and sacrifices that have made our lives possible. It is called the Gad T’Vokau.” She looked thoughtfully at the impromptu committee in charge of the revels. “Perhaps the observance of more than one set of traditions would be in order.”

And so, in a corner of the mess hall, amid the pumpkins, candy corn, skeletons and punch, there rose a little shrine. Pictures of Taylor, Marcel and the others lost in the Expanse, Trip’s sister Lizzie, and Admiral Forrest (given by the Captain.) There was even a somber Vulcan couple, T’Pol’s parents. Flowers came from Hydroponics, and food from Chef. Over the course of the evening, many little mementos of the fallen also appeared.

The response of the crew, while difficult to quantify, seemed positive to T’Pol . She decided to donate incense and the use of her meditation candles, and recalled this of Surak:
"To each joy its celebration; to each sorrow, its observance. That is only logical."

[Asso]

Ok - I know it's a bit prissy, but writing is not my strong suit, and besides I was in a bit of a rush.
Here goes:

Ofrenda

Crewman Irma Jimenez of Engineering was lonely. As she sat in the mess hall watching the Halloween party come together, she missed her fallen comrades, and she missed her family. As a child in Los Angeles, she had carved jack-o-lanterns, gone trick-or-treating, and made herself sick on free treats. Later, she had shepherded a swarm of neighborhood kids from house to house…but now she missed a different tradition.
The tradition of her grandmother building a little altar in the living room, with flowers and candles and food. With pictures of the dead.

Black and orange streamers were going up, and tears began to fall.

“You appear to be in distress, Crewman.” said Commander T’Pol. “Do you find the preparations disturbing in some way?” eyeing the numerous depictions of the human skeleton capering around the wall of the mess.

“No ma’m. It’s just making me think of Jane…Crewman Taylor, you know.”

“In what way?” wincing as “Monster Mash” came over the speaker system.

“Well, if I was home, instead of this…” gesturing at the increasingly riotous goings-on, “I’d be…” and found herself explaining the Day of the Dead to a Vulcan.

To her surprise, T’Pol nodded. “On Vulcan, we too have such a day. We remember our ancestors, and honor the struggles and sacrifices that have made our lives possible. It is called the Gad T’Vokau.” She looked thoughtfully at the impromptu committee in charge of the revels. “Perhaps the observance of more than one set of traditions would be in order.”

And so, in a corner of the mess hall, amid the pumpkins, candy corn, skeletons and punch, there rose a little shrine. Pictures of Taylor, Marcel and the others lost in the Expanse, Trip’s sister Lizzie, and Admiral Forrest (given by the Captain.) There was even a somber Vulcan couple, T’Pol’s parents. Flowers came from Hydroponics, and food from Chef. Over the course of the evening, many little mementos of the fallen also appeared.

The response of the crew, while difficult to quantify, seemed positive to T’Pol . She decided to donate incense and the use of her meditation candles, and recalled this of Surak:
"To each joy its celebration; to each sorrow, its observance. That is only logical."

"SIGH!"

[Distracted]

Wonderful little minific!

[Kevin Thomas Riley]

Very funny little story, aryell! TnT were perfectly in character.

Liked your story too, evcake. Say, were did you find references to "Gad T’Vokau"? Or did you make it up yourself?

[evcake]

Made it up m'self Seems, well, logical, though.
Do you think it's OK enough to submit? I've never been out of the poetry section...

[justTripn]

Okay! I will try. But, please, be kind!


Halloween Night.
-Sorcerer! What are you boiling in the caldron?
-Two hearts.
-Male? Female?
-A male heart and a female heart.
-Whose?
-Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol.
-Why?
-You know my name.
-You are Sorcerer Destiny.
-Yes.
-So?
-Destiny has to do his work.
-Which is your work, Sorcerer Destiny?
-Playing a trick.
-Which trick?
-I have to unite these two hearts.
-They will suffer.
-I know.
-So, why?
-I'm Destiny. My ways are mysterious.
-I don't understand.
-If these hearts will become one...
-If these hearts will become one...?
-They will find an incomparable treat.
-Which treat?
-Love.

OOoo. That's even a little edgy. Boiling two hearts. That's the Halloween Spirit!