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OKAY SO.

1. The last thing I wrote was depressing, grim and uncomfortable.
2. It is almost the holiday and I am in no mood to a.) be depressed and grim or b.) do actual work. >.>
3. The other day Jo linked me to a set of hilarious crossover drabbles from I-don't-remember-where that filled me with JOY.

Therefore, I am stealing that idea, and offering a meme! Give me two canons and possibly a prompt-y thing of some kind, and I will write a crossover drabble at some point in the not-immediate-but-relatively-soonish future. I will also (in the more immediate future) engage in ridiculous speculation about who would get on with who and who would hate each other and what would be the most hilarious cross-canon pairing and so on, and this bit I encourage everyone to join in on! Let us get a storm of wacky cracky crossover ideas going on in here!

(I am, however, outlawing Milliways from prompts if not from wacky speculation, because I want to stretch my crossoverly writer muscles without being able to use the bar as a crutch.)

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villainny.livejournal.com

Firefly, Howl's Moving Castle. No idea as to prompt.

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skygiants

HAHAHAHA AWESOME.

Dude, bets on how long it would take Howl/Kaylee to happen? Ten seconds flat? (Of course then Mal would have to go beat him up for breaking her heart . . .)

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skygiants

Mal stared at the old woman, and then rounded on Zoe. “After all everything we been through,” he accused, “we still ain’t checking the whole ship for stowaways before we take off?”

“I’m not a stowaway!” said the old woman indignantly. Her stick slammed down on Serenity's floor, with a smack. “I’ve just dropped in to look for my – my grand-nephew.”

"Your grand-nephew," said Mal, in flat disbelief.

“I won’t trouble you a moment,” the old woman sailed on, ignoring him with apparent ease, “but I’m quite sure he’s been visiting a young lady here, and it’s absolutely vital I get his suit off of – I mean, get him home to attend to his affairs. So if any of you have seen a tall young man, quite handsome and – and suspiciously charming, then –”

“Lets out Jayne, then,” murmured Zoe.

That was a good point, Mal thought. And it couldn’t be Simon, since she hadn’t mentioned a grand-niece along with him, and – this was gorram lunacy, it couldn’t be any of them. Serenity's crew might be unorthodox, but he was fairly sure none of them was addle-brained enough to try to smuggle their granny on board. “There are no young men on my ship,” said Mal, loudly, “that ain’t part of my crew.”

The old woman gave him a kindly look. “Yes, but what you don’t understand is that he’s very good at sneaking and slithering out of things and going behind people’s backs,” she explained, “so you might not know –”

“Yes,” said Mal, “and what you don’t seem to be understandin’ is that we’re in the middle of outer space!”

In the satisfying silence that followed this ringing pronouncement, a head popped around the edge of the corridor. “Find out where all past years are,” said River, in tones of great and solemn mystery. “John Donne.”

“River,” said Mal, rounding on her in exasperation, “you ain’t helpin’,” but even as he did he noticed the sharp, startled way the woman’s eyes fixed on River, and – maybe looking for the Tams after all? He didn’t think the Alliance was crazy enough to expect them to buy some fool story about a great-aunt, but –

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” said the old woman, after a moment. “She is very pretty, isn’t she? Yes, she’s just Howl’s type. Is she – she’s your sister, I suppose? Then you must see, he wouldn’t be good for her at all, and –”

“What?” said Mal, now completely adrift, just as an extremely elegant man ducked through a door that – at one point, at least – had led to the storage room.

“Who’s just my type?”

Mal thought he had never seen so elderly a woman turn so bright a red before.

“Sophie,” said the elegant man, with a sigh. “I should have known you couldn’t resist sticking your long nose in here.”

“I just went to close the door,” said presumably-Sophie, doing her best impression of a terribly dignified beet.

“Except I know it wasn’t open,” said the man, “because I hadn’t gone through it yet.”

“The grand-nephew?” said Mal to Zoe, aware that he sounded unpleasantly lost.

“Don’t talk much like her grand-nephew,” said Zoe.

“My apologies,” said the elegant man – and a sillier-looking outfit Mal thought he’d never seen, all gray and scarlet and sweeping – and just as Mal thought that, the man did indeed sweep a bow, which did nothing whatever to endear him to Mal. “It seems we’ve had a minor error of calculation, and my castle door has somehow become attached to your ship instead of to Wales. Where it belongs.”

“Non-mammalian,” said River brightly, clarifying things for everybody. As usual.

The man swung his head in River’s direction, and the old woman said, hastily, “Thank you, so sorry to inconvenience you, and now we really must be going, Howl, before Michael burns the dinner, and leave these nice people in peace –”

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But the man – Howl? – was still looking at River despite presumably-Sophie’s fairly obvious attempts to distract him, and after a moment, he laughed. It wasn’t unkind. It might even have been a little sad, though it was hard to tell with the man’s glittering green eyes. (Creepifying eyes, thought Mal, uncharitably.)

And River focused on him – really focused, for the first time, and her eyes widened.

“Got a hole,” she whispered.

“Sophie would probably take offense,” said Howl, vaguely, “if I said she was lacking in nerve. It’s a shame. We'd have almost the full set.”

“I most certainly would!” said Sophie. She looked as though she did not know whether to be relieved, irritated, unnerved, or completely confused. Or all four. Mal began to feel some sympathy.

“Well,” said Howl, “there’s no place like home, as they say. Come along, Sophie. It could be worse,” he added, to River. “I have reason to believe an unfortunate gentleman of my acquaintance recently lost the whole thing.” And then there was some more sweeping, of the arm this time, and somehow Sophie was turned around and through the door - looking rather startled - and then Howl was also, whistling something strangely jaunty as he went.

“Wait,” said Mal, as he processed back through everything the man had said. “Wait just a gŏu cào de minute!” He dove after them, just a second too late, as the door slammed in his face – and then he whirled around on Zoe. “Did that qīngwā cào de liúmáng say he stuck a gorram castle onto my ship?”

“Best open the door and see, sir,” said Zoe.

Mal glared at her, wondering how on earth she was managing to remain unflappable after all that, and turned around to open the door.

It opened on a storage room, as it always did, and there was no sign whatsoever of a castle, or a cranky old woman, or a glamorous fellow in gray and scarlet.

Re: PART TWO

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villainny.livejournal.com - Date: 2009-01-11 11:31 am (UTC) - Expand

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winding_path

Georgette Heyer and . . . um . . . Titanic.

*is in one of those moods*

I'm reading The Unknown Ajax and have not made it far (like, I don't even know what the title means yet not-far) but it's fun!

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skygiants

I'm actually not sure the title ever really makes a ton of sense . . . except in the sense that the hero is oversized and thus Ajax-like? That's about all I can remember.

Also, dude, if Titanic had a happy ending (and, you know, was set in the Regency period, etc.) it practically would be a Georgette Heyer. Except Leo would have to turn out to be a Duke in disguise, Kate would have to have a bratty little brother, and the bad guy whose name I forget would get a sequel in which he kidnapped someone by accident and she thought he was ridiculous and Set His Head On Straight.

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