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wolfanfics) wrote2007-03-22 02:09 am
wolfanfics) wrote2007-03-22 02:09 am
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Randomness from the WriYe forum...
Because I haven't posted anything in here for ages and I figure you all think I've forgotten this. :P
Nah, it's more I'm bored and well, I've been collecting these so now I'm inflicting them here. Might do the same for the three word story things I've written as well.
There are 8 pages of this, so we'll see how much of it we can get in one entry. Some of them are set in this fic's AU, some are in the real world, some are just random ie they turn up from wherever.
Although I think I got it figured out why Craig in particular likes arguing with me. On the last First Tuesday Book Club, the one Craig was on, he was talking about Jonestown and how much he enjoyed it, and how Chris Masters was seemingly arguing with his subject and how he really liked that and I was like, so that's why you like arguing with me, bitch! XD *is a sad, sad fangirl* Because that was like, less than a month ago and he's been arguing with me for ages. So it's not like I saw that and I thought that was a good idea. We were arguing long before that was shown. So there. :P
Warning: Very long!
Characterisation Thread replies (serving as the first question since they didn't get one to answer, the poor dears)
Craig: Hey, where's my question? Am I not good enough for a question?
Chris: You're not good enough for a lot of things, Craig.
Craig: Oh, shut it. I wasn't asking you. Hey, narrator person, where's our question?
Me: Don't look at me, I didn't post last. I do not control the entire world, much as you like to think I do.
Craig: Aww, go and spoil my fun.
Me: Go and sulk elsewhere. No one's interested in your sulking.
Chris: Go play with your kid or something.
Craig: Will you guys ever leave me alone?
Chris: Not on your life.
Craig: *sulks* *flies off in a huff*
What do you do on a Friday night?
Craig: Chris goes out looking for someone to -
Me: Craig, no dirty language. We know what you mean.
Craig: Stop interrupting me. Besides, he totally has a thing for Andrew.
Chris: I do not have a thing for Andrew.
Craig: Chris, no one believes you. You totally do. *half-sings* Chris loves Andrew! Chris loves Andrew!
Chris: Have you got nothing better to do, Craig?
Craig: Not particularly. Why wanna-
Me: Stop it, Craig. No need to go there.
Craig: *glares and storms off*
Chris: Just smack him round the head several times. That should sort him out.
Me: Thanks for the advice, Chris.
What do you do for fun?
Craig: Go out, get drunk, find pretty things to -
Me: Yeah, we get the picture, love.
Craig: Will you stop cutting me off like that? I was not going to say anything smutty.
Me: Yes you were. I'm trying to not corrupt the board here.
Chris: Like he goes out to do that. He hangs around here all night sulking, that's what he does.
Andrew: And if I hear Chris come home complaining about there not being enough cute girls around to take home, I'll gently remind him who he made vows to.
Chris: On, don't bring that up now.
Andrew: Why not? Don't want the world knowing how much of a pathetic puppy you are?
Craig: He's not the puppy, Chas is.
Me: You boys are incapable of staying on topic, you know that right?
Chris: Yeah, but we kinda like it that way.
Me: By the way, which AU are you guys from? Or is this just whatever you feel like?
Craig: I have the pretty wings because I'm rather attached to them. And don't you go saying I can't have them, because I'll have them if I want them. Makes the boys go all weak when I go out.
Chris: Like you're that popular at gay bars.
Craig: You'd be surprised at just how many bouncers will let me in with my wings. I'm rather sought after.
Chris: Yeah, rather sought after just like your boyfriend.
Me: Can we quit this already before we end up writing a 2000 word conversation that consists solely of you, Chris and Andrew bickering?
Craig: Fine. I'll just go and sulk then. See if I care. *flies off*
What is this character's fondest memory?
Craig: Fondest memory? Well, anything not involving Chris, obviously.
Chris: Sometimes I think you deliberately try and start arguments with me just for the sake of arguing.
Craig: You've just worked this out?
Chris: No, I did wonder about it a while back.
Andrew: You fight, but you both love each other.
Chris: Shut it, Andrew.
Andrew: I'd have to say my fondest memory was when I tested you Chris. You looked so beautiful then, and that collar looked so good on you.
Craig: Must you bring this up now?
Andrew: We were asked about our fondest memories. I was just answering the question.
Chris: *quietly* I have to say, when you sung to me back then, that night, that was wonderful. You'd only have to sing to me and I'd fall for you all over again.
Andrew: And remember that night when I cut that first scar into your neck?
Chris: I still remember the pain. God, we were pissed that night.
Craig: *curls up underneath wings and pretends conversation isn't happening*
How old are you?
Craig: Old enough. And Caleb's 19, don't you go getting angry at me for cradle-snatching.
Chris: He used to work in a brothel. How's that true love?
Craig: Well, he's better than you. He doesn't see fit to deceive me into believing he loves me. Besides, you're older than me.
Chris: Not by much. Like two years or so is worse than twelve.
Craig: Yeah, you should know better how to treat a lover. You know, some people still can't believe how long we were together.
Chris: You're counting that as one whole block of time? Please, we broke up every three months or so.
Craig: Who's fault was that, hmm?
Me: Gods, you'll argue over everything, won't you?
Craig: Yeah, totally. Anything to get Chris all worked up.
Chris: Stop trying to hit on me again. It's not cute.
Andrew: At least he's cute, Chris.
Chris: Craig's no better than his 'boyfriend', emphasis on boy.
Craig: He's not that young! He's 19!
Chris: And how old are you, exactly?
Craig: 31, what's that got to do with anything?
Chris: He's twelve years younger than you.
Craig: I don't see you telling Adam off for being with Hamish. There's a ten year age difference there.
Chris: Hamish is at least 25.
Me: And we're bringing this up because?
Craig: Chris seems to think there's a problem with me and Caleb.
Me: Do I look like I care? Chris, be happy he has a boyfriend and isn't spending all his time sulking and pining after you.
*giggles as Chris and Craig swap contemptuous glares*
What's in your mp3 player/CD player right now?
Craig: I don't know, but it's angry and banned by the State. I have a lot of banned music. One of the things I made sure to hide away when the Government went all fascist on us.
Chris: I'm getting used to it, at least. Adam insists on playing it to rally us. He's all for the banned music.
Craig: Have you seen his taste in music? I mean, really. Could he be any gayer? The man loves Adam and the Ants, for crying out loud.
Chris: Does that really matter in the grand scheme of things? If you're that annoyed with his leadership, challenge him and take over.
Craig: Nah, I-
Adam: You wouldn't challenge me, would you, Craig? It'd be no contest. I'd have you down before you could work out what I'd done to you. And there's nothing wrong with my taste in music. At least I know what I'm listening to.
Craig: Oh, shut up Adam.
Adam: Polyphonic Spree, Craig. That'll cheer you up.
Craig: I'll take my banned music thanks.
Who taught you a "Life Lesson" and what was it?
Adam: Seb's taught me many lessons.
Me: Care to elaborate?
Adam: It's hard to put it down in words, exactly...
Me: Uh-huh. Of course it is.
Adam: Well, it is. You know how he always speaks in riddles and such.
Me: Yes, and...?
Adam: Well, you know, little things, here and there. I'm not supposed to tell some stuff, you know. Seb and his oathbound lessons.
Me: Very convenient of you to pipe up, saying you've learnt stuff, then not being able to tell me.
Adam: What? None of the others wanted to say anything. I figured someone had to.
Me: How very generous of you, darling.
What would you name any kids you might end up having? What have you called any kids you have?
Chris: Well, Ollie's clearly the favourite Reucassel.
Craig: Yes, you all love exploiting my kid so much, don't you?
Chris: He doesn't mumble as much as you do. He's clearly more coherent, and much cuter. He makes for better TV than you. Were you planning on having any more kids?
Craig: Maybe. If you want kids to exploit so badly, go have your own.
Chris: That would require having a girlfriend first.
Craig: That's no one's fault but your own, Chris. Maybe if you stopped being in love with Andrew, you'd be able to find a girl.
Chris: I could say the same about you and Caleb.
Craig: You're getting your worlds mixed up, Chris.
Chris: Oh, we're in our actual world this time? The one where you're married and have a cute kid called Oliver?
Craig: Yeah, the one where you're miserably lonely because you can't commit to anyone.
Chris: Right. Whose idea was it to have all these different worlds anyway? Just gets me all confused.
Craig: You're always confused. What else is new?
Chris: Am not. Anyway, if I ever have kids, they're certainly not getting lumped with a stupid middle name like Thornton.
Craig: It's better than Bruce.
Chris: Is this the point where we insert everything we talked about on our last Bloody Sunday episode?
Craig: Yeah, just about. Everyone's lazy around here.
What's your stance on religion?
Craig: Meh.
Chris: Whatever.
Andrew: Pointless.
Adam: I don't think religion's as important as having some form of spirituality, but try telling them that.
Craig: Seb's gotten to your head, Adam. Filled it with nonsense.
Adam: You can believe that it's nonsense all you want. If you're happy believing in nothing, fine.
Andrew: It's not so much believing in nothing as not seeing the point to believing in anything at all.
Adam: Well, that's your choice then.
Craig: Do you really believe in some sort of God or whatever?
Adam: Not necessarily God, or a God, or whatever, but something bigger than us, maybe. Maybe not a higher power, but there's just something all around us that links us all together. I don't know. I've felt it, but I'm not really sure what it is. It has lots of names, I suppose.
Chas: Crazy white lighters.
Adam: I never said anything about white light. It's just, I don't know, you feel this connection with the land, and it's hard to explain what it is exactly, but it's powerful and it can change you, heal you, remind you where you came from.
Andrew: Are you sure you're not crazy?
Adam: Yeah, I'm sure I'm not crazy. I'm not saying I know everything. That's just how I see things, that's all.
What would you do to win a mate -- er spouse? Or are you not looking right now?
Chris: What didn't you do, Craig?
Craig: Oh, leave it, will you?
Chris: I've never seen anyone beg quite as much as you. It was all rather amusing, if you ask me.
Craig: Well, I didn't. Not that you ever responded to me. I gave you everything, and you threw it back in my face. You never loved me. There was never any room in your heart for me. It was always Andrew. Filthy liar.
Chris: Must we have this argument again? Haven't we dealt with this?
Craig: You've dealt with it. I don't suppose you know what it's like to be in a relationship where the love is only one-sided. I know Andrew does though.
Andrew: Yeah, so? Why are you dragging me into this? Will you and Chris sort this mess out once and for all? I'm sick of it. Just get over yourselves, both of you.
Craig: He bought me gifts every month, especially when things got bad, as if it would convince me our relationship was still worth fighting for. And I believed him. I believed him until that night he dumped me. He used me for his own pleasure, nothing more. What sort of relationship is that?
Andrew: You tried to buy him, Chris? And to think you could sink no lower. I might be your master, Chris, but that's no way to treat a partner. You take someone for granted for too long and it will end in tears.
Chris: Look, I know I messed up. I've accepted that. What else do you want me to do?
Craig: Just stay away from me, alright? I don't think I'll ever be able to see you as anything but a selfish liar. I should've stayed in New York with Charles. Then I wouldn't have to see you every day.
What are you reading right now?
Craig: Nothing that you're allowed to see, classified information and whatnot. Can't have any Government spies knowing our plans.
Chris: Well, they wouldn't if you'd stop talking about them.
Craig: Are you accusing me of spying for the State? That's got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
Chris: You know Caleb hasn't been assessed yet. We can't trust him. You have to stop telling him about our plans. You never know, he might just be a spy.
Craig: Jules has already assessed him several times, mostly at your insistence. What will it take to prove he's one of us?
Chris: I'm just thinking of the rebellion. I don't want it compromised.
Craig: So you don't trust me either?
Chris: I never said that.
Craig: You didn't need to. Caleb is not a spy. I have permission from Jules to share any information with him that he needs to get supplies through his contacts. He has never proved to have compromised a situation. Why are you not convinced he's loyal?
Chris: I take the approach that no one can be trusted, not even Jules. It makes you not lose your guard around people you assume are safe that might end up betraying you.
Craig: Caleb won't betray us.
Chris: I'm still being cautious. You never know who the State could get to turn on us. Everyone has a price, you know.
Craig: So if you're so concerned about this, why don't you accuse others of being spies instead of constantly picking on Caleb?
Chris: I don't always pick on Caleb.
Craig: Yes you do. You've hated him since I brought him back here. I've never seen you act like that towards anyone else.
Chris: Look, if you're going to be a bitch about this, I'm going to go read the papers, catch up on what's going on in this fine country of ours.
If you could have a pet, what would it be?
Andrew: Well, I've already got a pet, haven't I? *looks at Chris*
Craig: Oh, get a room! Don't you be doing that stuff in here.
Andrew: Says he who bows to Julian, hmm?
Craig: I, at least, have the decency to not do it in public.
Chris: And you call yourself a slut. Yeah, right.
Julian: Chris, stop being obnoxious. You get your Master to call you 'princess' yet you consistently deny a fetish for feminisation. Please.
Chris: It's just a pet name, that's all.
Craig: Chris wants to be a girlie! Where's your tiara, Princess? Did you lose it somewhere? I don't think your Master will like that.
Julian: And you can be quiet too, Craig. You're just as bad as him.
Craig: *sulks*
Andrew: Julian, I seriously think you and I should just take Charlie and Chas and just leave them to their fighting. We'll go run away somewhere far away. Then we can look after our pets in peace.
Julian: Sounds like a plan.
Me: Guys, I'm not entirely sure the question was referring to human pets. Have you completely gone off animals?
Andrew: No, I have a dog, and so does Chas. I'm sure Chas would have a house filled with whippets if he could.
Craig: Chas is a whippet. I think I might get some cats.
Chris: Aren't you supposed to be gay? What do you want -
Me: No smutty comments. Period. I think we'll end this here before it really gets out of hand.
If you could live anywhere where would you live? And why?
Craig: Anywhere far away from Chris. Paris, New York, California, anything to be away from you, Chris.
Chris: If you hate me so much, why are you still here?
Craig: Because Jules won't let me leave.
Julian: I need you here. I can't just let you leave. I really think it's time you and Chris sorted out your differences. This feud isn't helping anyone.
Craig: Since when has a feud helped anyone at all?
Julian: That's not the point.
Andrew: What did I say before? You, me, Charlie and Chas, we run away to Barbados or something. Leave these two and their constant bickering behind. Or you could just send them to Perth. That'd get us out of our hair.
Julian: True, that might be more desirable than having them arguing all the time.
Craig: I'm not going anywhere with him.
Chris: Andrew, don't make me spend any time with him, especially away from you guys. He'll drive me crazy.
Julian: I think you need to spend some time together and learn to live with each other. Besides, I do actually have something in Perth that requires attention. If you can manage to sort that out, and come back not wanting to kill each other, I might consider not leaving you together in Perth permanently.
Craig: *agasp* Don't you dare try it, Julian! I am not spending time with him in that rathole of a city!
Chris: Isn't this the sort of thing you have Dom for? I'm not going with him. I'll leave him in Adelaide and go on to Perth without him.
Julian: You'll both go to Perth. Together. Dom will make sure you do what I ask you to do. Honestly, you're like a pair of bickering children. Now come back in an hour and I'll explain what I want you to do. I have some calls to make first. Use the time to pack. I am not changing my mind on this. And no, you can't take Caleb, Craig. Rachel has need of him in her lab.
Craig: I hate you.
Chris: I hate you more, Craig.
Julian: Get out of my sight. Both of you.
What is one of your secrets?
Craig: If I told you, they wouldn't be secrets anymore, would they?
Me: That's not being helpful, Craig. When were you going to tell me about your other two kids?
Craig: I didn't think you needed to know that. I don't have to tell you about everything in my life.
Me: No, but still. It's the principle of the thing.
Craig: Are you going to go to uni today?
Me: Yeah, why?
Craig: Shouldn't you be at least trying to get ready instead of doing this?
Me: There's time.
Craig: You said that last time and you were late. Missed your bus, you did.
Me: It was an accident. I know better now.
Craig: Sure you do. That's why you're contemplating that night job so you can change this class to Thursday. So committed.
Me: I don't tell you how to live your life, don't try to tell me how to live mine.
Craig: Oh, you'd miss me if I wasn't around.
Me: Gods, you're as bad as my cat.
Craig: And you do tell me how to live my life, you're the Narrator.
Me: No, that just means I say what's going on, you decide what happens all on your own.
Craig: -
Me: No swearing.
Craig: But I wasn't going to-
Me: Yes you were. Now let me get ready for class.
Who's your best friend?
Julian: There's no room for best friends in this world. It's too dangerous.
Chas: What about me? Don't I count? Aren't I your little puppy? *puppydog-eyes Julian*
Julian: You are, but don't try and make that known out there. The State will thank you for pointing out who they should target in their bid to wipe us out.
Chas: *pouts* Sorry, Jules.
Craig: Well, I used to have a best friend, until he went and left me for his old master. *glares at Chris*
Chris: Will you stop being mad at me already? I'm sick of hearing you whining about that, and I'm sure everyone else is too.
Julian: I really think it's time to let it go now, Craig.
Craig: I hate you all. *storms out*
Do you have a middle name and if you do, what is it?
Chris: Thornton. Stupidest middle name ever.
Craig: Not as bad as Julian's.
Julian: What's wrong with Francis Xavier?
Craig: What's right about it?
Julian: It's better than Bruce.
Chas: Yeah, Jules has a point there.
Craig: I suppose you think Craig's a stupid name too.
Chas: It is a stupid name.
Craig: This coming from someone called Chas?
Chas: What's wrong with Chas? There's nothing wrong with Chas.
Craig: Yes there is. You agree with me, don't you, Jules?
Julian: Yeah. Sorry Chas.
Chas: So who does have the best name out of us all then, hmm?
Julian: Me and Dom. Our names are far superior to yours.
Chas: Oh, yeah? In what way?
Julian: They're just better names, that's all I'm saying. Dominic Sebastian is a good name. Nothing wrong with that.
Craig: And there's something wrong with Craig Bruce and Chris Thornton?
Chas: And Chas John?
Julian: Yeah, there is. Sorry that you got the crap names.
Chas: Yeah, sure you are, Julian Francis Xavier Morrow. I still think you have the worst middle names. I mean, who needs two middle names? That's just being greedy.
Julian: I didn't ask for two middle names, you know.
Craig: And I didn't ask for Bruce, so what?
Julian: You guys are being ridiculous.
Do you have a favourite possession? What is it and why is it your favourite?
Adam: I don't know if it's a favourite, but it's certainly one I cherish the most. Seb's sword. I wanted to train with it for years, but he never let me. He had to die for me to claim his sword and carry on the rebellion. Everything I fight for is in his name. He's the symbol of our freedom, what we have to fight for, and why we can't just sit around and pretend we aren't being exterminated. Nothing matters more than the freedom of the people from this tyranny.
Craig: Well, I can't beat that.
Adam: It's not a contest, you know.
Craig: How do you respond to that? Nothing I own is as important as that.
Adam: Sorry, I just had to-
Craig: It's alright. We all miss him. You're allowed to grieve.
Adam: I miss him more every day. Everything reminds me of him. Everything. And to think I nearly suffered the same fate. But I wasn't gifted Seb's foresight. I didn't have time to escape before they grabbed me.
Hamish: You were just lucky they helped you escape the army base or I'd be grieving for you as well, and I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for that.
Adam: I know, Ham. I keep fighting to keep you safe. I'm terrified that one day they'll capture me and I won't be coming back. You can only escape so many times before your luck runs out.
Hamish: Don't say that. We're going to fight them and we're going to win, with or without the Chinese. We have to win. Seb made this possible. We can't let him down.
Adam: *hugs Hamish close* It'll be alright. I won't go down without a fight. If they want me, they'll have to fight to get to me. I would rather die than be captured by them.
Hamish: I hope it doesn't come to that. I'm not ready to lose you just yet.
Adam: Wil and Tim would look after you, won't you, guys?
Wil: On my honour. We'll keep you safe, Ham.
Tim: Yeah, we won't let them get you. Promise.
Hamish: *sniffles* Thanks guys. Can we talk about something happier for a bit? I'd rather not contemplate your death, Adam.
Adam: Wanna go shower?
Hamish: *grins* With you? Of course.
Adam: You guys coming?
Tim: We'll pass. We have other things to do, don't we, Wil?
Wil: Yeah, sure. Oh, yeah, totally. No time to play now.
Me: I should just accept the fact that you guys will always be thinking about sex.
Craig: I thought you'd have accepted that already. Who was the one who made me a slut, hmm? And gave me a slut for a boyfriend?
Me: Um, that was your decision. It was you who said that if someone offered you $1000 for sex, you'd take them up on it, yeah?
Craig: Hey, at least I have standards. I'm not cheap, you know.
Me: And-
Craig: Don't you dare mention him. He has nothing to do with this world and you know it. End of discussion.
Me: *sighs*
Do you have any celebrity role models?
Craig: What, we don't count as celebrities?
Me: The question asked if you had any celebrity role models, not if you were role models for other people. I'm sure you actually had role models at one point in your lives.
Craig: Maybe. That doesn't mean we're not role models for someone.
Me: More like the lust objects of a small group of nerds around the country.
Craig: Says she who slashes us. I've seen you fangirl.
Me: You slash each other perfectly fine without my help.
Craig: Yeah, but you actually write it. Different thing altogether from me suggesting Chris has a thing for Andrew. Perfectly innocent comment.
Me: Yeah, sure it is. But he does have a thing for Andrew. I think that much is clear.
Craig: That's not the point. I think you're the one getting sidetracked here, not me.
Me: That's your fault for not answering the question.
Craig: That's your fault for bringing up the slash.
Me: You mentioned it first, not me.
Craig: But you went with it.
Me: Not my fault you all look so hot together.
Craig: You're weird.
Me: I wasn't responsible for that Chaser orgy lj secret.
Craig: No, but you rather liked that idea.
Me: Is that such a crime? Hey, why is it that I get stuck chatting to you in a lot of these? Can't the others have a say?
Craig: I'm your muse. Deal with it.
Me: I suppose you've got the wings, haven't you?
Craig: Of course. I love my wings. Makes me better than them.
Me: Of course they do. Because we all know you all hate each other, blah, blah, blah. I know, alright?
Craig: Hey, lose the sarcasm, Narrator. Are we ever going to get to call you anything other than 'Narrator'?
Me: No. End of discussion.
If I say "pudding" what comes to mind? X3
Craig: Um, pudding? Is this some weird joke Australians won't get?
Me: How should I know?
Craig: Well, I don't know... do your... thing, and find out.
Me: My thing?
Craig: Yeah.
Me: What are you talking about?
Craig: You know, do that thing you do.
Me: I do lots of things. Can we narrow it down a bit?
Craig: You know, that thing. Oh, I don't know. Thanks for not putting me on your desktop after all that effort. I got dropped for Adam and Seb.
Me: Yeah, well, I couldn't find the right background for you, and then I kinda wanted to fix that one and now I'm using that instead. You'll sulk over anything, won't you?
Craig: But I'm prettier than them! And I'm your muse! That gives me priority over them.
Me: Uh-huh. But you're not a main character in TGH, therefore you don't get to me on that particular wallpaper.
Craig: How am I not a main character?
Me: You've never seemed that committed to the whole thing, you know, apart from getting angry at everyone all the time, moody little thing.
Craig: Not my fault they won't let me be a main character.
Me: If you actually looked interested in fighting in the rebellion like everyone else, they might not get mad at you all the time. You have just cause for wanting to fight. Just get over whatever it is you're pissed off about and lend a hand, already.
Craig: But -- but they all hate me.
Me: I'm sure they don't, and if they do, I'm sure they've got good reason to. Just try to make nice for once, yeah? I'm sure you don't like them all hating you. Is it too much to ask to be civil to them?
Craig: You hate me too. Not my fault they hate me. *folds arms across chest*
Me: Believe what you like. Just stop annoying them so we can get on with this.
Craig: Maybe I'll just take Caleb and fly far away.
Me: Maybe you won't, because you don't like being separated from them. But it's time for me to disappear, as I must eat and go to genetics.
Craig: Can I come too?
Me: If you must. Just behave yourself. And don't interrupt me when I'm trying to do something difficult.
Craig: Fine. But you owe me coffee later.
Me: I am not buying you coffee.
Craig: Why not?
Me: Because I need that money to get to uni and back.
Craig: Spoilsport.
Me: Oh, be quiet. I haven't eaten yet and it's annoying me. Leaving now. *disappears*
Craig: Wait- I am not annoying. And you buy me coffee, Narrator person! Or no more plotbunnies for you!
Me: *disembodied voice* You know I have others who give me plotbunnies. Stop being all jealous and pouty. It's not cute.
Craig: I am cute! And look, my wings are so beautiful! How can I not be cute!
Me: When you're being all jealous and pouty. Now be quite, I have to go eat.
If you had one wish what would you ask for?
Craig: I just want Chris back.
Julian: Are you sure that would make you both happy?
Craig: I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Chas: Have you forgotten how badly he treated you?
Craig: I need him.
Chas: What happened to you not wanting to put up with his crap any longer? You don't need him. Let Andrew have him.
Craig: I'm going mad without him. Why do I let him get to me so badly?
Julian: You need to get over your love for him. Look after Caleb. You were prepared to steal ten grand to free him. You owe him a better life. Chris doesn't deserve you pining over him when you have someone else who's more deserving of your attention.
Craig: Leave Caleb out of this.
Caleb: Why? I thought you loved me. Or was that meant in the same way that all my clients meant it?
Craig: Caleb, please-
Caleb: Look, love has never been a big part of my life. I got through a lot of crap to be able to trust you. Don't throw that away.
Craig: I don't want to throw it away, I just-
Caleb: Enough. Your infatuation with Chris ends now. For both our sakes, please, just let it go.
Craig: But what if-
Caleb: Let it go. Seriously. I will walk away from this if you can't get over him.
Craig: No, don't go, Caleb. Please. I'm doing my best. It's hard, you know.
Caleb: I love you. For the first time in my life, I can say it and mean every word. I need that back from you, and I can't accept that when you're still pining after Chris. You saved me. You showed me what love was. You showed me that sex just isn't about pleasing clients. You've taught me so many things. How can you throw that away?
Craig: I don't want to throw it away. If he just apologised-
Caleb: Just forget him, Craig. He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't know how special you are. I want you. Take your lust for him and throw it away. I want to replace it with mine.
Craig: *pulls Caleb into a tight hug* Why am I such a mess?
Caleb: Things will get better, isn't that what you told me? I love you. I know you love me. Nothing can come between that. Nothing.
Craig: I don't deserve you.
Caleb: Chris doesn't deserve you.
Do you have a nickname? What is it? How did you get it? What do you think of it?
Craig: Julian thinks Jules makes him seem cooler.
Julian: Hey, there's nothing wrong with Jules. Better than Reuy.
Craig: Not my fault my name's crap. *to narrator/me* Will you let me swear already?
Me: No.
Craig: Why not?
Me: Keep it clean. Be the sweet guy I know you are, the one who brings chocolate to the minions manning the clear box.
Craig: Are you knocking the live countdown?
Me: No way. It's hilarious. Bring me chocolate?
Craig: Get your own chocolate.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You still owe me a coffee from before.
Me: Get your own coffee.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: Fine. Have your stupid chocolate. *throws chocolate at me*
Me: Fine. Have your stupid coffee. *pours instant coffee over his head*
Craig: Hey! Watch the wings! You'll get coffee all stuck in the feathers!
Me: Not my fault. :P
Craig: I hate you so much right now.
What's been the biggest shock of your life so far?
Craig: Chris breaking up with me. I never saw it coming. He goes out one night with Andrew, they get drunk and come home again, and I find them all over each other. Then I'm unceremoniously dumped as I watch them make out in front of me. That was the biggest shock of my life, you know, because I thought we were doing alright, but then that happened and he tells me he never loved me! I gave him three years of my life, I loved him completely, and that's how he repays me! Chris, you're worthless scum to treat a friend like that.
Andrew: I have to agree, Chris. You treated him like crap. You seemed to be the only one who couldn't work that out. You know, when you fought, he came running to me. Do you know how many nights I spent with him, comforting him, because you were acting like a jerk?
Me: And you were going to tell me this when?
Andrew: I was getting around to it.
Me: You've been keeping information from me. Anything else you're hiding from me?
Andrew: I was just trying to not flood you with information.
Me: Yeah, thanks for that.
Craig: *sulks* I hate you Chris!
Andrew: You know, this is partly why I was reluctant to get back with you, because I hated the way you treated him.
Chris: Oh, so you hate me too? Fantastic. Everyone hates Chris.
Andrew: You can be a jerk sometimes. And that you stooped to trying to buy Craig's love is simply deplorable. No wonder you can never find a girlfriend.
Chris: So why did you agree to go out with me again?
Andrew: I was drunk, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Chris: If you weren't serious, you should've broken it off the next day.
Andrew: I figured you needed to be taught a lesson. You still haven't learnt it yet. I'll keep you until you do.
Chris: And what am I supposed to be learning, hmm?
Andrew: That would be telling.
Chris: If you won't tell me, I'll just go out and find someone else.
Andrew: Oh, no you won't. You're not allowed to leave the house, not without my permission. And where's your collar? Did I say you could take it off?
Chris: *mumbles* Sorry Master, I must've forgotten it...
Andrew: Get out of my sight. Go get your collar and wait for me downstairs.
Chris: Yes, Master. *bows and scurries off*
Has anyone ever purposefully ignored you? ?Have you ever purposefully ignored anyone?
Chris: You did a pretty good job avoiding me when we broke up.
Craig: I was ignoring you because I couldn't stand to look at you. Still can't. You are nothing but a traitor to me.
Chris: So why are you still here if you hate me so much?
Craig: Julian needs me. But I'm out of here as soon as he releases me. I'll go to New York and live with Charles. Then I won't have to look at you anymore.
Chris: You really hate me that much?
Craig: Yes I do. Can't you understand why?
Chris: I can, I'm just surprised you're still angry about it.
Craig: Why? Because you thought I'd just take you at your word, that I wouldn't be gutted when you said you'd never loved me? And you wonder why I hate you.
Me: And now I need to eat and go to uni, so you can all be quiet now.
How do you procrastinate?
Craig: It's not that we procrastinate, it's just that we're all inherently lazy people. If it's further away from the ABC than about 300 metres, we're not going.
Me: It's any wonder you get anything done, let alone manage to make 26 weeks of TV.
Craig: That's why it took the paper six years to close. We couldn't be bothered til 2005. As I said, we're inherently lazy people.
Me: So I noticed.
Craig: And why we're not doing the countdown and making you lot do it for us. Because we can't afford to pay anyone and because we have better things to do than sit in a clear Perspex box doing a countdown.
Me: Uh huh. I've listened to the commentary tracks. I know how much you hate having to do anything that requires a lot of effort. Or requires much travel from the ABC.
Craig: Is that such a problem? We get things done in the end. We managed to make all 26 shows last year. Near killed ourselves doing it, but we managed it without tearing each other apart.
Me: Nice to know you've got your priorities sorted out.
Craig: Oh piss off if you're not going to say anything nice.
Me: Stop being an annoying bitch. Get my mum off my back, will you?
Craig: No way, she's scary! I'm not going anywhere near her!
Me: Wimp.
Craig: I won't deny it.
Me: *glares*
What hobbies do you have?
Craig: No, don't you dare get me to answer that. I'm not in the mood to talk about my hobbies. I'm not talking to you right now.
Me: What did I do?
Craig: Charles!
Me: That was not my idea and you know it.
Adam: Did it have to end that way?
Me: Talk to Charles. It was his decision.
Andrew: I hate you, Narrator. That's all I'm saying.
Julian: Did you have to turn me into such a bastard? I'm not that evil, I swear.
Chas: Yeah, Julian's not evil. You're evil for doing that. *cuddles Julian*
Me: And I said talk to Charles. He decided that ending without consulting me.
Charles: *quietly* Charlie had to die. It was cruel to keep her suffering any longer, even if we were going to end up with Andrew.
Andrew: You know I would've looked after you. I'd have treated you like a princess.
Charles: I was sick of waiting. I needed closure.
Me: Is Charlie dead for good? Or just in that AU?
Charles: I-I don't know. I didn't want her to suffer. It was the only way.
Me: If Charlie's dead for good, you're sure giving out plenty of Charlie vibes.
Charles: She's gone. Accept it. I'm sorry Andrew.
Me: You really know how to put me in a bad mood, Charles.
Do you keep a journal?
Andrew: I've kept a journal of all the slaves I've ever tested and who I chose. But I don't talk about it much. And there's always a book lying around that I jot lyrics or music into if I feel the need. And sometimes the words are the most important. But there's a lot I don't share with anyone because it's far too personal. I doubt the others keep journals. Not really their style.
Chris: What am I going to write? "Dear diary, still single and lonely?" There's never any time to contemplate these things anyway. There's always too much to do.
Andrew: Don't lie to me. I know you've got a journal tucked away in that tiny flat of yours.
Chris: There is not. I don't keep a journal.
Craig: So that notebook I found under your mattress was just hiding from you?
Chris: Firstly, there was no book there, and secondly, what were you doing snooping around my bedroom, Reucassel?
Craig: I wasn't snooping. It was months ago. You'd called me up at I don't know what hour and begged me to come over. I found you sobbing on your bed, whining about how lonely you were. I saw the corner of the book sticking out from under the mattress when you'd gone to get beer or something. And before you get angry, I didn't read it.
Chris: Oh, I remember that night, sort of. Did you get as pissed as I did?
Craig: No. You were determined to get as drunk as possible, and nothing I said seemed to get through to you. You came onto me that night, tried to get me to sleep with you.
Chris: Please tell me that was the stupidest thing I did all night.
Craig: What, apart from going on and on about Andrew?
Chris: Damn. What sort of things was I saying about Andrew?
Andrew: You called me up at 4am and mumbled down the line to me. You were drunk as all hell. Couldn't stop saying, "I love you" and "I want you." Talk about desperate.
Craig: And no one believes me when I say you have a thing for Andrew.
Chris: I don't have a thing for Andrew. One drunken phone call does not mean I have a thing for Andrew.
Andrew: You really don't know how often you do that?
Chris: I think I'd remember calling you when I'm drunk.
Andrew: You should. You do it every weekend, almost. I'm getting sick of being woken up at 3am. You do have a thing for me and it's not cute.
Me: I'm going to make an executive decision and end this here before this really does turn into a fic.
Craig: Oh, don't do that. It was just getting good!
Me: No, it ends now. You've had enough of a talk.
Nah, it's more I'm bored and well, I've been collecting these so now I'm inflicting them here. Might do the same for the three word story things I've written as well.
There are 8 pages of this, so we'll see how much of it we can get in one entry. Some of them are set in this fic's AU, some are in the real world, some are just random ie they turn up from wherever.
Although I think I got it figured out why Craig in particular likes arguing with me. On the last First Tuesday Book Club, the one Craig was on, he was talking about Jonestown and how much he enjoyed it, and how Chris Masters was seemingly arguing with his subject and how he really liked that and I was like, so that's why you like arguing with me, bitch! XD *is a sad, sad fangirl* Because that was like, less than a month ago and he's been arguing with me for ages. So it's not like I saw that and I thought that was a good idea. We were arguing long before that was shown. So there. :P
Warning: Very long!
Characterisation Thread replies (serving as the first question since they didn't get one to answer, the poor dears)
Craig: Hey, where's my question? Am I not good enough for a question?
Chris: You're not good enough for a lot of things, Craig.
Craig: Oh, shut it. I wasn't asking you. Hey, narrator person, where's our question?
Me: Don't look at me, I didn't post last. I do not control the entire world, much as you like to think I do.
Craig: Aww, go and spoil my fun.
Me: Go and sulk elsewhere. No one's interested in your sulking.
Chris: Go play with your kid or something.
Craig: Will you guys ever leave me alone?
Chris: Not on your life.
Craig: *sulks* *flies off in a huff*
What do you do on a Friday night?
Craig: Chris goes out looking for someone to -
Me: Craig, no dirty language. We know what you mean.
Craig: Stop interrupting me. Besides, he totally has a thing for Andrew.
Chris: I do not have a thing for Andrew.
Craig: Chris, no one believes you. You totally do. *half-sings* Chris loves Andrew! Chris loves Andrew!
Chris: Have you got nothing better to do, Craig?
Craig: Not particularly. Why wanna-
Me: Stop it, Craig. No need to go there.
Craig: *glares and storms off*
Chris: Just smack him round the head several times. That should sort him out.
Me: Thanks for the advice, Chris.
What do you do for fun?
Craig: Go out, get drunk, find pretty things to -
Me: Yeah, we get the picture, love.
Craig: Will you stop cutting me off like that? I was not going to say anything smutty.
Me: Yes you were. I'm trying to not corrupt the board here.
Chris: Like he goes out to do that. He hangs around here all night sulking, that's what he does.
Andrew: And if I hear Chris come home complaining about there not being enough cute girls around to take home, I'll gently remind him who he made vows to.
Chris: On, don't bring that up now.
Andrew: Why not? Don't want the world knowing how much of a pathetic puppy you are?
Craig: He's not the puppy, Chas is.
Me: You boys are incapable of staying on topic, you know that right?
Chris: Yeah, but we kinda like it that way.
Me: By the way, which AU are you guys from? Or is this just whatever you feel like?
Craig: I have the pretty wings because I'm rather attached to them. And don't you go saying I can't have them, because I'll have them if I want them. Makes the boys go all weak when I go out.
Chris: Like you're that popular at gay bars.
Craig: You'd be surprised at just how many bouncers will let me in with my wings. I'm rather sought after.
Chris: Yeah, rather sought after just like your boyfriend.
Me: Can we quit this already before we end up writing a 2000 word conversation that consists solely of you, Chris and Andrew bickering?
Craig: Fine. I'll just go and sulk then. See if I care. *flies off*
What is this character's fondest memory?
Craig: Fondest memory? Well, anything not involving Chris, obviously.
Chris: Sometimes I think you deliberately try and start arguments with me just for the sake of arguing.
Craig: You've just worked this out?
Chris: No, I did wonder about it a while back.
Andrew: You fight, but you both love each other.
Chris: Shut it, Andrew.
Andrew: I'd have to say my fondest memory was when I tested you Chris. You looked so beautiful then, and that collar looked so good on you.
Craig: Must you bring this up now?
Andrew: We were asked about our fondest memories. I was just answering the question.
Chris: *quietly* I have to say, when you sung to me back then, that night, that was wonderful. You'd only have to sing to me and I'd fall for you all over again.
Andrew: And remember that night when I cut that first scar into your neck?
Chris: I still remember the pain. God, we were pissed that night.
Craig: *curls up underneath wings and pretends conversation isn't happening*
How old are you?
Craig: Old enough. And Caleb's 19, don't you go getting angry at me for cradle-snatching.
Chris: He used to work in a brothel. How's that true love?
Craig: Well, he's better than you. He doesn't see fit to deceive me into believing he loves me. Besides, you're older than me.
Chris: Not by much. Like two years or so is worse than twelve.
Craig: Yeah, you should know better how to treat a lover. You know, some people still can't believe how long we were together.
Chris: You're counting that as one whole block of time? Please, we broke up every three months or so.
Craig: Who's fault was that, hmm?
Me: Gods, you'll argue over everything, won't you?
Craig: Yeah, totally. Anything to get Chris all worked up.
Chris: Stop trying to hit on me again. It's not cute.
Andrew: At least he's cute, Chris.
Chris: Craig's no better than his 'boyfriend', emphasis on boy.
Craig: He's not that young! He's 19!
Chris: And how old are you, exactly?
Craig: 31, what's that got to do with anything?
Chris: He's twelve years younger than you.
Craig: I don't see you telling Adam off for being with Hamish. There's a ten year age difference there.
Chris: Hamish is at least 25.
Me: And we're bringing this up because?
Craig: Chris seems to think there's a problem with me and Caleb.
Me: Do I look like I care? Chris, be happy he has a boyfriend and isn't spending all his time sulking and pining after you.
*giggles as Chris and Craig swap contemptuous glares*
What's in your mp3 player/CD player right now?
Craig: I don't know, but it's angry and banned by the State. I have a lot of banned music. One of the things I made sure to hide away when the Government went all fascist on us.
Chris: I'm getting used to it, at least. Adam insists on playing it to rally us. He's all for the banned music.
Craig: Have you seen his taste in music? I mean, really. Could he be any gayer? The man loves Adam and the Ants, for crying out loud.
Chris: Does that really matter in the grand scheme of things? If you're that annoyed with his leadership, challenge him and take over.
Craig: Nah, I-
Adam: You wouldn't challenge me, would you, Craig? It'd be no contest. I'd have you down before you could work out what I'd done to you. And there's nothing wrong with my taste in music. At least I know what I'm listening to.
Craig: Oh, shut up Adam.
Adam: Polyphonic Spree, Craig. That'll cheer you up.
Craig: I'll take my banned music thanks.
Who taught you a "Life Lesson" and what was it?
Adam: Seb's taught me many lessons.
Me: Care to elaborate?
Adam: It's hard to put it down in words, exactly...
Me: Uh-huh. Of course it is.
Adam: Well, it is. You know how he always speaks in riddles and such.
Me: Yes, and...?
Adam: Well, you know, little things, here and there. I'm not supposed to tell some stuff, you know. Seb and his oathbound lessons.
Me: Very convenient of you to pipe up, saying you've learnt stuff, then not being able to tell me.
Adam: What? None of the others wanted to say anything. I figured someone had to.
Me: How very generous of you, darling.
What would you name any kids you might end up having? What have you called any kids you have?
Chris: Well, Ollie's clearly the favourite Reucassel.
Craig: Yes, you all love exploiting my kid so much, don't you?
Chris: He doesn't mumble as much as you do. He's clearly more coherent, and much cuter. He makes for better TV than you. Were you planning on having any more kids?
Craig: Maybe. If you want kids to exploit so badly, go have your own.
Chris: That would require having a girlfriend first.
Craig: That's no one's fault but your own, Chris. Maybe if you stopped being in love with Andrew, you'd be able to find a girl.
Chris: I could say the same about you and Caleb.
Craig: You're getting your worlds mixed up, Chris.
Chris: Oh, we're in our actual world this time? The one where you're married and have a cute kid called Oliver?
Craig: Yeah, the one where you're miserably lonely because you can't commit to anyone.
Chris: Right. Whose idea was it to have all these different worlds anyway? Just gets me all confused.
Craig: You're always confused. What else is new?
Chris: Am not. Anyway, if I ever have kids, they're certainly not getting lumped with a stupid middle name like Thornton.
Craig: It's better than Bruce.
Chris: Is this the point where we insert everything we talked about on our last Bloody Sunday episode?
Craig: Yeah, just about. Everyone's lazy around here.
What's your stance on religion?
Craig: Meh.
Chris: Whatever.
Andrew: Pointless.
Adam: I don't think religion's as important as having some form of spirituality, but try telling them that.
Craig: Seb's gotten to your head, Adam. Filled it with nonsense.
Adam: You can believe that it's nonsense all you want. If you're happy believing in nothing, fine.
Andrew: It's not so much believing in nothing as not seeing the point to believing in anything at all.
Adam: Well, that's your choice then.
Craig: Do you really believe in some sort of God or whatever?
Adam: Not necessarily God, or a God, or whatever, but something bigger than us, maybe. Maybe not a higher power, but there's just something all around us that links us all together. I don't know. I've felt it, but I'm not really sure what it is. It has lots of names, I suppose.
Chas: Crazy white lighters.
Adam: I never said anything about white light. It's just, I don't know, you feel this connection with the land, and it's hard to explain what it is exactly, but it's powerful and it can change you, heal you, remind you where you came from.
Andrew: Are you sure you're not crazy?
Adam: Yeah, I'm sure I'm not crazy. I'm not saying I know everything. That's just how I see things, that's all.
What would you do to win a mate -- er spouse? Or are you not looking right now?
Chris: What didn't you do, Craig?
Craig: Oh, leave it, will you?
Chris: I've never seen anyone beg quite as much as you. It was all rather amusing, if you ask me.
Craig: Well, I didn't. Not that you ever responded to me. I gave you everything, and you threw it back in my face. You never loved me. There was never any room in your heart for me. It was always Andrew. Filthy liar.
Chris: Must we have this argument again? Haven't we dealt with this?
Craig: You've dealt with it. I don't suppose you know what it's like to be in a relationship where the love is only one-sided. I know Andrew does though.
Andrew: Yeah, so? Why are you dragging me into this? Will you and Chris sort this mess out once and for all? I'm sick of it. Just get over yourselves, both of you.
Craig: He bought me gifts every month, especially when things got bad, as if it would convince me our relationship was still worth fighting for. And I believed him. I believed him until that night he dumped me. He used me for his own pleasure, nothing more. What sort of relationship is that?
Andrew: You tried to buy him, Chris? And to think you could sink no lower. I might be your master, Chris, but that's no way to treat a partner. You take someone for granted for too long and it will end in tears.
Chris: Look, I know I messed up. I've accepted that. What else do you want me to do?
Craig: Just stay away from me, alright? I don't think I'll ever be able to see you as anything but a selfish liar. I should've stayed in New York with Charles. Then I wouldn't have to see you every day.
What are you reading right now?
Craig: Nothing that you're allowed to see, classified information and whatnot. Can't have any Government spies knowing our plans.
Chris: Well, they wouldn't if you'd stop talking about them.
Craig: Are you accusing me of spying for the State? That's got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
Chris: You know Caleb hasn't been assessed yet. We can't trust him. You have to stop telling him about our plans. You never know, he might just be a spy.
Craig: Jules has already assessed him several times, mostly at your insistence. What will it take to prove he's one of us?
Chris: I'm just thinking of the rebellion. I don't want it compromised.
Craig: So you don't trust me either?
Chris: I never said that.
Craig: You didn't need to. Caleb is not a spy. I have permission from Jules to share any information with him that he needs to get supplies through his contacts. He has never proved to have compromised a situation. Why are you not convinced he's loyal?
Chris: I take the approach that no one can be trusted, not even Jules. It makes you not lose your guard around people you assume are safe that might end up betraying you.
Craig: Caleb won't betray us.
Chris: I'm still being cautious. You never know who the State could get to turn on us. Everyone has a price, you know.
Craig: So if you're so concerned about this, why don't you accuse others of being spies instead of constantly picking on Caleb?
Chris: I don't always pick on Caleb.
Craig: Yes you do. You've hated him since I brought him back here. I've never seen you act like that towards anyone else.
Chris: Look, if you're going to be a bitch about this, I'm going to go read the papers, catch up on what's going on in this fine country of ours.
If you could have a pet, what would it be?
Andrew: Well, I've already got a pet, haven't I? *looks at Chris*
Craig: Oh, get a room! Don't you be doing that stuff in here.
Andrew: Says he who bows to Julian, hmm?
Craig: I, at least, have the decency to not do it in public.
Chris: And you call yourself a slut. Yeah, right.
Julian: Chris, stop being obnoxious. You get your Master to call you 'princess' yet you consistently deny a fetish for feminisation. Please.
Chris: It's just a pet name, that's all.
Craig: Chris wants to be a girlie! Where's your tiara, Princess? Did you lose it somewhere? I don't think your Master will like that.
Julian: And you can be quiet too, Craig. You're just as bad as him.
Craig: *sulks*
Andrew: Julian, I seriously think you and I should just take Charlie and Chas and just leave them to their fighting. We'll go run away somewhere far away. Then we can look after our pets in peace.
Julian: Sounds like a plan.
Me: Guys, I'm not entirely sure the question was referring to human pets. Have you completely gone off animals?
Andrew: No, I have a dog, and so does Chas. I'm sure Chas would have a house filled with whippets if he could.
Craig: Chas is a whippet. I think I might get some cats.
Chris: Aren't you supposed to be gay? What do you want -
Me: No smutty comments. Period. I think we'll end this here before it really gets out of hand.
If you could live anywhere where would you live? And why?
Craig: Anywhere far away from Chris. Paris, New York, California, anything to be away from you, Chris.
Chris: If you hate me so much, why are you still here?
Craig: Because Jules won't let me leave.
Julian: I need you here. I can't just let you leave. I really think it's time you and Chris sorted out your differences. This feud isn't helping anyone.
Craig: Since when has a feud helped anyone at all?
Julian: That's not the point.
Andrew: What did I say before? You, me, Charlie and Chas, we run away to Barbados or something. Leave these two and their constant bickering behind. Or you could just send them to Perth. That'd get us out of our hair.
Julian: True, that might be more desirable than having them arguing all the time.
Craig: I'm not going anywhere with him.
Chris: Andrew, don't make me spend any time with him, especially away from you guys. He'll drive me crazy.
Julian: I think you need to spend some time together and learn to live with each other. Besides, I do actually have something in Perth that requires attention. If you can manage to sort that out, and come back not wanting to kill each other, I might consider not leaving you together in Perth permanently.
Craig: *agasp* Don't you dare try it, Julian! I am not spending time with him in that rathole of a city!
Chris: Isn't this the sort of thing you have Dom for? I'm not going with him. I'll leave him in Adelaide and go on to Perth without him.
Julian: You'll both go to Perth. Together. Dom will make sure you do what I ask you to do. Honestly, you're like a pair of bickering children. Now come back in an hour and I'll explain what I want you to do. I have some calls to make first. Use the time to pack. I am not changing my mind on this. And no, you can't take Caleb, Craig. Rachel has need of him in her lab.
Craig: I hate you.
Chris: I hate you more, Craig.
Julian: Get out of my sight. Both of you.
What is one of your secrets?
Craig: If I told you, they wouldn't be secrets anymore, would they?
Me: That's not being helpful, Craig. When were you going to tell me about your other two kids?
Craig: I didn't think you needed to know that. I don't have to tell you about everything in my life.
Me: No, but still. It's the principle of the thing.
Craig: Are you going to go to uni today?
Me: Yeah, why?
Craig: Shouldn't you be at least trying to get ready instead of doing this?
Me: There's time.
Craig: You said that last time and you were late. Missed your bus, you did.
Me: It was an accident. I know better now.
Craig: Sure you do. That's why you're contemplating that night job so you can change this class to Thursday. So committed.
Me: I don't tell you how to live your life, don't try to tell me how to live mine.
Craig: Oh, you'd miss me if I wasn't around.
Me: Gods, you're as bad as my cat.
Craig: And you do tell me how to live my life, you're the Narrator.
Me: No, that just means I say what's going on, you decide what happens all on your own.
Craig: -
Me: No swearing.
Craig: But I wasn't going to-
Me: Yes you were. Now let me get ready for class.
Who's your best friend?
Julian: There's no room for best friends in this world. It's too dangerous.
Chas: What about me? Don't I count? Aren't I your little puppy? *puppydog-eyes Julian*
Julian: You are, but don't try and make that known out there. The State will thank you for pointing out who they should target in their bid to wipe us out.
Chas: *pouts* Sorry, Jules.
Craig: Well, I used to have a best friend, until he went and left me for his old master. *glares at Chris*
Chris: Will you stop being mad at me already? I'm sick of hearing you whining about that, and I'm sure everyone else is too.
Julian: I really think it's time to let it go now, Craig.
Craig: I hate you all. *storms out*
Do you have a middle name and if you do, what is it?
Chris: Thornton. Stupidest middle name ever.
Craig: Not as bad as Julian's.
Julian: What's wrong with Francis Xavier?
Craig: What's right about it?
Julian: It's better than Bruce.
Chas: Yeah, Jules has a point there.
Craig: I suppose you think Craig's a stupid name too.
Chas: It is a stupid name.
Craig: This coming from someone called Chas?
Chas: What's wrong with Chas? There's nothing wrong with Chas.
Craig: Yes there is. You agree with me, don't you, Jules?
Julian: Yeah. Sorry Chas.
Chas: So who does have the best name out of us all then, hmm?
Julian: Me and Dom. Our names are far superior to yours.
Chas: Oh, yeah? In what way?
Julian: They're just better names, that's all I'm saying. Dominic Sebastian is a good name. Nothing wrong with that.
Craig: And there's something wrong with Craig Bruce and Chris Thornton?
Chas: And Chas John?
Julian: Yeah, there is. Sorry that you got the crap names.
Chas: Yeah, sure you are, Julian Francis Xavier Morrow. I still think you have the worst middle names. I mean, who needs two middle names? That's just being greedy.
Julian: I didn't ask for two middle names, you know.
Craig: And I didn't ask for Bruce, so what?
Julian: You guys are being ridiculous.
Do you have a favourite possession? What is it and why is it your favourite?
Adam: I don't know if it's a favourite, but it's certainly one I cherish the most. Seb's sword. I wanted to train with it for years, but he never let me. He had to die for me to claim his sword and carry on the rebellion. Everything I fight for is in his name. He's the symbol of our freedom, what we have to fight for, and why we can't just sit around and pretend we aren't being exterminated. Nothing matters more than the freedom of the people from this tyranny.
Craig: Well, I can't beat that.
Adam: It's not a contest, you know.
Craig: How do you respond to that? Nothing I own is as important as that.
Adam: Sorry, I just had to-
Craig: It's alright. We all miss him. You're allowed to grieve.
Adam: I miss him more every day. Everything reminds me of him. Everything. And to think I nearly suffered the same fate. But I wasn't gifted Seb's foresight. I didn't have time to escape before they grabbed me.
Hamish: You were just lucky they helped you escape the army base or I'd be grieving for you as well, and I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for that.
Adam: I know, Ham. I keep fighting to keep you safe. I'm terrified that one day they'll capture me and I won't be coming back. You can only escape so many times before your luck runs out.
Hamish: Don't say that. We're going to fight them and we're going to win, with or without the Chinese. We have to win. Seb made this possible. We can't let him down.
Adam: *hugs Hamish close* It'll be alright. I won't go down without a fight. If they want me, they'll have to fight to get to me. I would rather die than be captured by them.
Hamish: I hope it doesn't come to that. I'm not ready to lose you just yet.
Adam: Wil and Tim would look after you, won't you, guys?
Wil: On my honour. We'll keep you safe, Ham.
Tim: Yeah, we won't let them get you. Promise.
Hamish: *sniffles* Thanks guys. Can we talk about something happier for a bit? I'd rather not contemplate your death, Adam.
Adam: Wanna go shower?
Hamish: *grins* With you? Of course.
Adam: You guys coming?
Tim: We'll pass. We have other things to do, don't we, Wil?
Wil: Yeah, sure. Oh, yeah, totally. No time to play now.
Me: I should just accept the fact that you guys will always be thinking about sex.
Craig: I thought you'd have accepted that already. Who was the one who made me a slut, hmm? And gave me a slut for a boyfriend?
Me: Um, that was your decision. It was you who said that if someone offered you $1000 for sex, you'd take them up on it, yeah?
Craig: Hey, at least I have standards. I'm not cheap, you know.
Me: And-
Craig: Don't you dare mention him. He has nothing to do with this world and you know it. End of discussion.
Me: *sighs*
Do you have any celebrity role models?
Craig: What, we don't count as celebrities?
Me: The question asked if you had any celebrity role models, not if you were role models for other people. I'm sure you actually had role models at one point in your lives.
Craig: Maybe. That doesn't mean we're not role models for someone.
Me: More like the lust objects of a small group of nerds around the country.
Craig: Says she who slashes us. I've seen you fangirl.
Me: You slash each other perfectly fine without my help.
Craig: Yeah, but you actually write it. Different thing altogether from me suggesting Chris has a thing for Andrew. Perfectly innocent comment.
Me: Yeah, sure it is. But he does have a thing for Andrew. I think that much is clear.
Craig: That's not the point. I think you're the one getting sidetracked here, not me.
Me: That's your fault for not answering the question.
Craig: That's your fault for bringing up the slash.
Me: You mentioned it first, not me.
Craig: But you went with it.
Me: Not my fault you all look so hot together.
Craig: You're weird.
Me: I wasn't responsible for that Chaser orgy lj secret.
Craig: No, but you rather liked that idea.
Me: Is that such a crime? Hey, why is it that I get stuck chatting to you in a lot of these? Can't the others have a say?
Craig: I'm your muse. Deal with it.
Me: I suppose you've got the wings, haven't you?
Craig: Of course. I love my wings. Makes me better than them.
Me: Of course they do. Because we all know you all hate each other, blah, blah, blah. I know, alright?
Craig: Hey, lose the sarcasm, Narrator. Are we ever going to get to call you anything other than 'Narrator'?
Me: No. End of discussion.
If I say "pudding" what comes to mind? X3
Craig: Um, pudding? Is this some weird joke Australians won't get?
Me: How should I know?
Craig: Well, I don't know... do your... thing, and find out.
Me: My thing?
Craig: Yeah.
Me: What are you talking about?
Craig: You know, do that thing you do.
Me: I do lots of things. Can we narrow it down a bit?
Craig: You know, that thing. Oh, I don't know. Thanks for not putting me on your desktop after all that effort. I got dropped for Adam and Seb.
Me: Yeah, well, I couldn't find the right background for you, and then I kinda wanted to fix that one and now I'm using that instead. You'll sulk over anything, won't you?
Craig: But I'm prettier than them! And I'm your muse! That gives me priority over them.
Me: Uh-huh. But you're not a main character in TGH, therefore you don't get to me on that particular wallpaper.
Craig: How am I not a main character?
Me: You've never seemed that committed to the whole thing, you know, apart from getting angry at everyone all the time, moody little thing.
Craig: Not my fault they won't let me be a main character.
Me: If you actually looked interested in fighting in the rebellion like everyone else, they might not get mad at you all the time. You have just cause for wanting to fight. Just get over whatever it is you're pissed off about and lend a hand, already.
Craig: But -- but they all hate me.
Me: I'm sure they don't, and if they do, I'm sure they've got good reason to. Just try to make nice for once, yeah? I'm sure you don't like them all hating you. Is it too much to ask to be civil to them?
Craig: You hate me too. Not my fault they hate me. *folds arms across chest*
Me: Believe what you like. Just stop annoying them so we can get on with this.
Craig: Maybe I'll just take Caleb and fly far away.
Me: Maybe you won't, because you don't like being separated from them. But it's time for me to disappear, as I must eat and go to genetics.
Craig: Can I come too?
Me: If you must. Just behave yourself. And don't interrupt me when I'm trying to do something difficult.
Craig: Fine. But you owe me coffee later.
Me: I am not buying you coffee.
Craig: Why not?
Me: Because I need that money to get to uni and back.
Craig: Spoilsport.
Me: Oh, be quiet. I haven't eaten yet and it's annoying me. Leaving now. *disappears*
Craig: Wait- I am not annoying. And you buy me coffee, Narrator person! Or no more plotbunnies for you!
Me: *disembodied voice* You know I have others who give me plotbunnies. Stop being all jealous and pouty. It's not cute.
Craig: I am cute! And look, my wings are so beautiful! How can I not be cute!
Me: When you're being all jealous and pouty. Now be quite, I have to go eat.
If you had one wish what would you ask for?
Craig: I just want Chris back.
Julian: Are you sure that would make you both happy?
Craig: I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Chas: Have you forgotten how badly he treated you?
Craig: I need him.
Chas: What happened to you not wanting to put up with his crap any longer? You don't need him. Let Andrew have him.
Craig: I'm going mad without him. Why do I let him get to me so badly?
Julian: You need to get over your love for him. Look after Caleb. You were prepared to steal ten grand to free him. You owe him a better life. Chris doesn't deserve you pining over him when you have someone else who's more deserving of your attention.
Craig: Leave Caleb out of this.
Caleb: Why? I thought you loved me. Or was that meant in the same way that all my clients meant it?
Craig: Caleb, please-
Caleb: Look, love has never been a big part of my life. I got through a lot of crap to be able to trust you. Don't throw that away.
Craig: I don't want to throw it away, I just-
Caleb: Enough. Your infatuation with Chris ends now. For both our sakes, please, just let it go.
Craig: But what if-
Caleb: Let it go. Seriously. I will walk away from this if you can't get over him.
Craig: No, don't go, Caleb. Please. I'm doing my best. It's hard, you know.
Caleb: I love you. For the first time in my life, I can say it and mean every word. I need that back from you, and I can't accept that when you're still pining after Chris. You saved me. You showed me what love was. You showed me that sex just isn't about pleasing clients. You've taught me so many things. How can you throw that away?
Craig: I don't want to throw it away. If he just apologised-
Caleb: Just forget him, Craig. He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't know how special you are. I want you. Take your lust for him and throw it away. I want to replace it with mine.
Craig: *pulls Caleb into a tight hug* Why am I such a mess?
Caleb: Things will get better, isn't that what you told me? I love you. I know you love me. Nothing can come between that. Nothing.
Craig: I don't deserve you.
Caleb: Chris doesn't deserve you.
Do you have a nickname? What is it? How did you get it? What do you think of it?
Craig: Julian thinks Jules makes him seem cooler.
Julian: Hey, there's nothing wrong with Jules. Better than Reuy.
Craig: Not my fault my name's crap. *to narrator/me* Will you let me swear already?
Me: No.
Craig: Why not?
Me: Keep it clean. Be the sweet guy I know you are, the one who brings chocolate to the minions manning the clear box.
Craig: Are you knocking the live countdown?
Me: No way. It's hilarious. Bring me chocolate?
Craig: Get your own chocolate.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You still owe me a coffee from before.
Me: Get your own coffee.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: You get me coffee.
Me: You get me chocolate.
Craig: Fine. Have your stupid chocolate. *throws chocolate at me*
Me: Fine. Have your stupid coffee. *pours instant coffee over his head*
Craig: Hey! Watch the wings! You'll get coffee all stuck in the feathers!
Me: Not my fault. :P
Craig: I hate you so much right now.
What's been the biggest shock of your life so far?
Craig: Chris breaking up with me. I never saw it coming. He goes out one night with Andrew, they get drunk and come home again, and I find them all over each other. Then I'm unceremoniously dumped as I watch them make out in front of me. That was the biggest shock of my life, you know, because I thought we were doing alright, but then that happened and he tells me he never loved me! I gave him three years of my life, I loved him completely, and that's how he repays me! Chris, you're worthless scum to treat a friend like that.
Andrew: I have to agree, Chris. You treated him like crap. You seemed to be the only one who couldn't work that out. You know, when you fought, he came running to me. Do you know how many nights I spent with him, comforting him, because you were acting like a jerk?
Me: And you were going to tell me this when?
Andrew: I was getting around to it.
Me: You've been keeping information from me. Anything else you're hiding from me?
Andrew: I was just trying to not flood you with information.
Me: Yeah, thanks for that.
Craig: *sulks* I hate you Chris!
Andrew: You know, this is partly why I was reluctant to get back with you, because I hated the way you treated him.
Chris: Oh, so you hate me too? Fantastic. Everyone hates Chris.
Andrew: You can be a jerk sometimes. And that you stooped to trying to buy Craig's love is simply deplorable. No wonder you can never find a girlfriend.
Chris: So why did you agree to go out with me again?
Andrew: I was drunk, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Chris: If you weren't serious, you should've broken it off the next day.
Andrew: I figured you needed to be taught a lesson. You still haven't learnt it yet. I'll keep you until you do.
Chris: And what am I supposed to be learning, hmm?
Andrew: That would be telling.
Chris: If you won't tell me, I'll just go out and find someone else.
Andrew: Oh, no you won't. You're not allowed to leave the house, not without my permission. And where's your collar? Did I say you could take it off?
Chris: *mumbles* Sorry Master, I must've forgotten it...
Andrew: Get out of my sight. Go get your collar and wait for me downstairs.
Chris: Yes, Master. *bows and scurries off*
Has anyone ever purposefully ignored you? ?Have you ever purposefully ignored anyone?
Chris: You did a pretty good job avoiding me when we broke up.
Craig: I was ignoring you because I couldn't stand to look at you. Still can't. You are nothing but a traitor to me.
Chris: So why are you still here if you hate me so much?
Craig: Julian needs me. But I'm out of here as soon as he releases me. I'll go to New York and live with Charles. Then I won't have to look at you anymore.
Chris: You really hate me that much?
Craig: Yes I do. Can't you understand why?
Chris: I can, I'm just surprised you're still angry about it.
Craig: Why? Because you thought I'd just take you at your word, that I wouldn't be gutted when you said you'd never loved me? And you wonder why I hate you.
Me: And now I need to eat and go to uni, so you can all be quiet now.
How do you procrastinate?
Craig: It's not that we procrastinate, it's just that we're all inherently lazy people. If it's further away from the ABC than about 300 metres, we're not going.
Me: It's any wonder you get anything done, let alone manage to make 26 weeks of TV.
Craig: That's why it took the paper six years to close. We couldn't be bothered til 2005. As I said, we're inherently lazy people.
Me: So I noticed.
Craig: And why we're not doing the countdown and making you lot do it for us. Because we can't afford to pay anyone and because we have better things to do than sit in a clear Perspex box doing a countdown.
Me: Uh huh. I've listened to the commentary tracks. I know how much you hate having to do anything that requires a lot of effort. Or requires much travel from the ABC.
Craig: Is that such a problem? We get things done in the end. We managed to make all 26 shows last year. Near killed ourselves doing it, but we managed it without tearing each other apart.
Me: Nice to know you've got your priorities sorted out.
Craig: Oh piss off if you're not going to say anything nice.
Me: Stop being an annoying bitch. Get my mum off my back, will you?
Craig: No way, she's scary! I'm not going anywhere near her!
Me: Wimp.
Craig: I won't deny it.
Me: *glares*
What hobbies do you have?
Craig: No, don't you dare get me to answer that. I'm not in the mood to talk about my hobbies. I'm not talking to you right now.
Me: What did I do?
Craig: Charles!
Me: That was not my idea and you know it.
Adam: Did it have to end that way?
Me: Talk to Charles. It was his decision.
Andrew: I hate you, Narrator. That's all I'm saying.
Julian: Did you have to turn me into such a bastard? I'm not that evil, I swear.
Chas: Yeah, Julian's not evil. You're evil for doing that. *cuddles Julian*
Me: And I said talk to Charles. He decided that ending without consulting me.
Charles: *quietly* Charlie had to die. It was cruel to keep her suffering any longer, even if we were going to end up with Andrew.
Andrew: You know I would've looked after you. I'd have treated you like a princess.
Charles: I was sick of waiting. I needed closure.
Me: Is Charlie dead for good? Or just in that AU?
Charles: I-I don't know. I didn't want her to suffer. It was the only way.
Me: If Charlie's dead for good, you're sure giving out plenty of Charlie vibes.
Charles: She's gone. Accept it. I'm sorry Andrew.
Me: You really know how to put me in a bad mood, Charles.
Do you keep a journal?
Andrew: I've kept a journal of all the slaves I've ever tested and who I chose. But I don't talk about it much. And there's always a book lying around that I jot lyrics or music into if I feel the need. And sometimes the words are the most important. But there's a lot I don't share with anyone because it's far too personal. I doubt the others keep journals. Not really their style.
Chris: What am I going to write? "Dear diary, still single and lonely?" There's never any time to contemplate these things anyway. There's always too much to do.
Andrew: Don't lie to me. I know you've got a journal tucked away in that tiny flat of yours.
Chris: There is not. I don't keep a journal.
Craig: So that notebook I found under your mattress was just hiding from you?
Chris: Firstly, there was no book there, and secondly, what were you doing snooping around my bedroom, Reucassel?
Craig: I wasn't snooping. It was months ago. You'd called me up at I don't know what hour and begged me to come over. I found you sobbing on your bed, whining about how lonely you were. I saw the corner of the book sticking out from under the mattress when you'd gone to get beer or something. And before you get angry, I didn't read it.
Chris: Oh, I remember that night, sort of. Did you get as pissed as I did?
Craig: No. You were determined to get as drunk as possible, and nothing I said seemed to get through to you. You came onto me that night, tried to get me to sleep with you.
Chris: Please tell me that was the stupidest thing I did all night.
Craig: What, apart from going on and on about Andrew?
Chris: Damn. What sort of things was I saying about Andrew?
Andrew: You called me up at 4am and mumbled down the line to me. You were drunk as all hell. Couldn't stop saying, "I love you" and "I want you." Talk about desperate.
Craig: And no one believes me when I say you have a thing for Andrew.
Chris: I don't have a thing for Andrew. One drunken phone call does not mean I have a thing for Andrew.
Andrew: You really don't know how often you do that?
Chris: I think I'd remember calling you when I'm drunk.
Andrew: You should. You do it every weekend, almost. I'm getting sick of being woken up at 3am. You do have a thing for me and it's not cute.
Me: I'm going to make an executive decision and end this here before this really does turn into a fic.
Craig: Oh, don't do that. It was just getting good!
Me: No, it ends now. You've had enough of a talk.