Singing Plotbunny!
Dec. 12th, 2006 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fangrrl_squeesIt's more of a mini-ficlet than a plotbunny, but I figure that if any of you want to run with it, please do. And, yes, I know exactly what's to blame for this.
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A familiar, delicious, smell permeated the air, and Owen realized that Ianto had, with his usual discretion, somehow rustled up a bag of fresh popcorn - real popcorn - without disturbing the scene that was unfolding in the Hub's main work area. Owen took a handful and passed the bag to Gwen, who also leaned on the railing overlooking the Hub.
"Did I miss anything?" Ianto whispered.
"Yeah," Owen whispered back. "The first half of Night and Day."
"Really?" Ianto looked sulky. "I love Cole Porter."
Owen rolled his eyes. "You are so gay."
"Shut up, you two." Gwen hissed.
Meanwhile, Jack and Toshiko sang and occasionally danced, using the Hub's desks, stairwells and the occasional well-time swoop by Myfanwy (particularly effective during a medley of South Pacific) as their set.
"How long's it been now?" Owen asked.
"Half an hour." Gwen murmured. "I didn't even know they could sing."
"Well, of course he can." Owen scoffed.
"I'd call you a prick, Owen, but then I'd have to..." Gwen's voice trailed off, apparently entranced by a deft segue into It Had To Be You.
Owen backed off from the incipient spat. "How the hell can you dip someone like that and not drop them?"
"Practice?" Ianto suggested, deadpan.
"We should probably do something." Gwen said without much conviction and reaching for the popcorn again. The other two nodded and muttered agreement.
"I mean, obviously that thing's harmless," she gestured towards the rift's most recent offering. Not quite as large as a baseball, the purple and silver orb emitted a cheerful glow somewhat brighter than might be expected from an object of that size. Apparently Tosh had been the first person to examine it, with Jack peering over her shoulder and... the next thing the team knew, the pair started singing. A lot. And surprisingly well.
Owen tried to tear his attention away from the scene. "Maybe it... I dunno, brings out your inner musician or something. Didn't we get a report about something like this in California a couple of years ago?"
Ianto shook his head. "I don't think so. That involved a pendant of some sort and... spontaneous combustion."
That snapped Gwen out of her reverie. "Then we should definitely put a stop to this! Just in case."
"Alright, alright!" Owen retreated from her vehemence. "Just let 'em finish this one, first. I loved Miss Saigon..."
"And you call me gay?"
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A familiar, delicious, smell permeated the air, and Owen realized that Ianto had, with his usual discretion, somehow rustled up a bag of fresh popcorn - real popcorn - without disturbing the scene that was unfolding in the Hub's main work area. Owen took a handful and passed the bag to Gwen, who also leaned on the railing overlooking the Hub.
"Did I miss anything?" Ianto whispered.
"Yeah," Owen whispered back. "The first half of Night and Day."
"Really?" Ianto looked sulky. "I love Cole Porter."
Owen rolled his eyes. "You are so gay."
"Shut up, you two." Gwen hissed.
Meanwhile, Jack and Toshiko sang and occasionally danced, using the Hub's desks, stairwells and the occasional well-time swoop by Myfanwy (particularly effective during a medley of South Pacific) as their set.
"How long's it been now?" Owen asked.
"Half an hour." Gwen murmured. "I didn't even know they could sing."
"Well, of course he can." Owen scoffed.
"I'd call you a prick, Owen, but then I'd have to..." Gwen's voice trailed off, apparently entranced by a deft segue into It Had To Be You.
Owen backed off from the incipient spat. "How the hell can you dip someone like that and not drop them?"
"Practice?" Ianto suggested, deadpan.
"We should probably do something." Gwen said without much conviction and reaching for the popcorn again. The other two nodded and muttered agreement.
"I mean, obviously that thing's harmless," she gestured towards the rift's most recent offering. Not quite as large as a baseball, the purple and silver orb emitted a cheerful glow somewhat brighter than might be expected from an object of that size. Apparently Tosh had been the first person to examine it, with Jack peering over her shoulder and... the next thing the team knew, the pair started singing. A lot. And surprisingly well.
Owen tried to tear his attention away from the scene. "Maybe it... I dunno, brings out your inner musician or something. Didn't we get a report about something like this in California a couple of years ago?"
Ianto shook his head. "I don't think so. That involved a pendant of some sort and... spontaneous combustion."
That snapped Gwen out of her reverie. "Then we should definitely put a stop to this! Just in case."
"Alright, alright!" Owen retreated from her vehemence. "Just let 'em finish this one, first. I loved Miss Saigon..."
"And you call me gay?"
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Date: 2006-12-12 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 08:20 pm (UTC)I'm usually not much of a person for musicals, but when it's all-singing-all-dancing hawtness, well... exceptions may be made. ;)
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Date: 2006-12-12 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 08:23 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, I just started listening to John Barrowman covering "Don't Fence Me In" and I think I've burst a blood vessel trying to keep the mad giggles inside (I'm at work)
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Date: 2006-12-12 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 10:36 pm (UTC)Which song is the line you quote from? I'm really terribly unhip/uneducated when it comes to music.
Why is it always the queer-as-nine-bob-notes (and married, to boot) actors that do it to us fangrrls? I probably wouldn't be nearly as mad about the guy if he was even remotely available... :)
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Date: 2006-12-12 10:41 pm (UTC)And I know, it's terribly unfair -- all my current loves are gay and/or married. *sulks* It's just not fair!
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Date: 2006-12-12 10:47 pm (UTC)Still, more of an incentive, now. :)
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Date: 2006-12-21 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-21 02:28 pm (UTC)Thinking of hawt John Barrowman, you might want to check out a recent entry (http://fangrrl-squees.livejournal.com/36784.html) for an entirely frivolous pic of same. :)
Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 08:30 pm (UTC)From the write up it was a 40s medley of songs (bit like Springtime for Hitler then - lol)!
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Date: 2006-12-12 08:34 pm (UTC)Alas, I'm not in a situation to be watching BBC1 right now.
However, should that friend of my family finally agree to put a Slingbox in her place on my dad's behalf, hot damn!
Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 08:45 pm (UTC)Yeah, the sooner the BBC starts streaming video (like they do with radio, BBC Parliament etc) the better! I doubt you'd get a very good signal on BBC One in San Fran anyway. ;) Even just a phone call that distance requires multiple signal boosts. However if you could remotely take over a UK computer (eg Remote Desktop, VNC) that had a TV tuner card fitted you probably could. I'm not quite sure what streaming video is like over VNC though.
Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 08:48 pm (UTC)Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 09:02 pm (UTC)Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 09:03 pm (UTC)(and of course, he's paying for that, too - didn't meant to give the wrong impression, there)
Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 09:07 pm (UTC)Surely there must be somewhere to escape! :)
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Date: 2006-12-12 09:06 pm (UTC)*glee*
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Date: 2006-12-12 09:59 pm (UTC)As I say, the above is being offered as a plot bunny. Not like you have any shortage of them, but it makes a change from Owen Bloody Harper, doesn't it?
Incidentally, did you get any of the other emails I sent you? I think my work email server has taken to randomly eating external correspondence...
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Date: 2006-12-13 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 09:31 pm (UTC)Nicely done.
And, you're welcome.
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Date: 2006-12-12 09:37 pm (UTC)*Chokes a bit on her cupcake.*
There were just so many perfectly hilarious things about this that I can't highlight them all without getting 80% of the story. Would love to see this expanded.
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Date: 2006-12-12 10:04 pm (UTC)*ahem* Anyways...
I don't think I could do an expanded version justice (and never mind the plot bunny that's asking what it would do to Gwen, Owen and Ianto - I just don't know enough about musical theater!) hence my offering it up as a plotbunny on
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Date: 2006-12-12 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 09:15 pm (UTC)And bravo on the Once More With Feeling reference, because as soon as i read, "musical plot bunnies," that's what crossed my mind.
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:30 pm (UTC)And yes, the similarities to a certain incident in Sunnydale are impossible to avoid, so one might as well acknowledge them.
It doesn't help that Cardiff's sitting on the next best thing to a Hellmouth. ;)
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Date: 2006-12-21 03:35 am (UTC)::splort!::
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Date: 2006-12-21 05:22 am (UTC)As the similarities were unavoidable, I figured I might as well acknowledge 'em directly.
Just wait 'til/if I finish the expanded version. ;)
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Date: 2006-12-25 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
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