Make it up as we go along

[gwyn]

You guys, you guys. I've been delving into the land of unvetted fanfic, something I pretty much never do. It's SCARY out there. I even started a 20,000 word Michael/Mahone story that was clearly not looked at by any other human or English-reading eyes, just a spellchecker, that mentioned someone robbing a connivance store. What would you buy there, I wonder?

Anyways. I am in deep need of amusement and things to think about that are not miserable, and the Puppy Bowl can only last so long. I loved this meme from cereta. So I am stealing it.

I would like all my LJ/DW friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. If you'd like, copy this to your journal so I can do the same.

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[cereta]

We may have been on opposite sides of the courtroom, but we were both interested in justice, and when the mysterious figure slipped up both evidence that your client was being framed and the judge was in on it, we began quietly digging together. Those weeks we spent on the run together were some of the most exciting of my life, and I still remember your stirring speech.

[gwyn]

Your mind was a steel trap, I swear. Without you making those amazing leaps in tying things together, it would never have happened! Though I have never been as inspired as I was in that speech, I'll confess -- and I hope I can get that back someday.

[dine]

I'll never forget that Four Corners summer vacation - it was exciting to be part of an exploration/excavation of a ghost town, and even more exciting when the ghosts appeared! I never dreamed I'd learn to play cards from an actual cardsharp, or that you'd take so naturally to shooting. my only regret is it just couldn't last longer - but there was no way we could completely drop off the grid, and publicity would have been such a disservice to our spectral hosts. one day, I hope to return, and possibly brush up on my 'sharping skills - want to join me for another adventure?

[gwyn]

And the best part, or at least the icing on the cake? That it was part of the old Route 66 roadways, that we could spend time on both sides of the trip seeing that bit of modern historical Americana, after that amazing Old West history. We'll have to work on our whiskey drinkin' skills for the next trip.

[dorinda]

Alls I'm saying is, some people might find it awkward to meet for the first time in a crowded lifeboat, especially once the discussion of cannibalism regulations really gets going. But luckily, we had things in common. Like your compass and my box of Oreos.

[gwyn]

And to think we'd both been mocked so often for things like carrying laminated topo maps and compasses, or nonperishable foods, at all times, like being prepared was a witless thing! Fortunately most *them* didn't live to mock again. But it sure was cold that night!

[nagasvoice]

I am completely convinced that it was your witty meta critiques on recent movies which made it possible for me to survive the drag king contest in Berlin. I've always been better at miming, you know.
I keep telling cattraine to stop talking about Moscow, though.

[gwyn]

Berlin! Oh, Berlin... it's a fickle mistress, that city, isn't it? But you know, if she doesn't stop talking about Moscow, things could get very... serious. I've heard they're using kittens.

[nagasvoice]

They've gotten far too serious, you're absolutely right. Kittens, good grief, what'll they try next? Puppies? Rubber duckies? Oh, tell me they're not using *real* ducklings and fluffy little hatchlings-- oh, you are going to say that, aren't you?
Next thing you know, we'll be reduced to croaking pathetically in our wheelchairs, dropping crocheted afghans, and waving our canes to attempt *any* sort of decent undercover work. How on earth can you get a decent manservant to bring you cocktails when you're pretending you can't even find your false teeth?

[spasticat]

It was just past the third galaxy on the left that our ships crashed into each other. Just a fender bender and after we exchanged galactic insurance info we both sat in the tow-ship as it took our ships to Pallapallawooning. What a time we had while Drepwap the three headed mollusk fixed our ships. The bars! With no gravity! Oh, the fun we had...what we remember of it. Somewhere I've got the holograms of that night. I still can't believe you went off with that one Wookie.

ps...did he ever call you back?

[gwyn]

You know, the Wookiee never fuckin' called me back. You'd think with all that technology at his disposal, the hairy-assed bastard could have. Makes me wish I'd stayed back with you and spent that extra week on the holodeck with Brian and Dom. I'm sure you three had a much better time.

[nagasvoice]

Wookies are so fickle, the hairy barstids. Totally pheromone-driven, even if they are actually hermaphroditic, you'd never know it from the way they behave out in the bars. And altogether far too territorial, to add insult to injury. Well, you know all the ones in space are just way too butch to manage to behave at home, right?

[devilc]

I met Gwyn_R when I carjacked her. I was running from the connivance store I'd just robbed. I noticed the little Fast and the Furious key chain she had and we got to talking.

[gwyn]

And you know, who ever makes a friend for life out of a carjacking? Not what I'd expected, I'll tell you that. I'm really glad I didn't have a chance to call the cops. (BTW, you never told me what you got out of the connivance store... some plotting? Or just straight up cash?)

I remember when we met...

[talking_sock]

It was that little crepe shop in the Marais, right? We had a carafe of cider and then got another one, because there was so much to talk about. Luckily it was the gayest part of Paris, so the people watching was truly excellent :-) Then we walked around and shopped in the boutiques there, and I bought expensive olive oil infused with lavender (geez, only in France).

[carbonel]

We first met in San Jose. You were on your way back to Seattle, and I was on my way home to Minneapolis after traveling there on business. An major airline strike meant that no commercial air traffic was going anywhere that day. There were precious few hotel rooms left in town, and we agreed to share one to save money and because otherwise the hotel was threatening to fill the rooms willy-nilly, just to deal with the crowds.

At the hotel was the usual rack of touristy handouts, and since both of us had already been to the Winchester Mystery House, we looked further afield. One of the brochures was for skydiving. That's something I'd always wanted to do, and you were up for it as well. We rented a car and drove out to the site. After filling out a zillion forms and signing all our rights away with waivers, we put on flight suits and helmets, and took us up in a little plane.

The scariest thing was going out the door of the plane, but we were each connected to an experienced jumpmaster who didn't give us time to panic. We went out the door a few seconds apart from each other. I tried to catch a glimpse of you -- you went first -- but didn't see you during the freefall portion of the jump. It wasn't what I'd expected -- much more windy and a lot less floaty. But wholly exciting. And too soon, the parachute opened (safely), and then I could see you a ways below me, swinging just a bit. We wafted down, hitting the ground with a bit of a bump, and disentangled ourselves from our tandem partners.

And then we just looked at each other and giggled. I don't know about you, but I was thinking about how silly and expensive and totally worth it the whole thing was. Even if I was a bit wobbly on my feet.

Then we drove back to our hotel and had a lovely dinner, and spent the evening watching TV. And the next day, we went back to the airport, where the planes were flying again, and went our separate ways.

But even now, the phrase "jumping out of perfectly good airplanes" can bring a smile to either of our faces.

[gwyn-r.livejournal.com]

Oh, one of my greatest memories. I still to this day look at the sky and think "I have to do that again," but it could really only be right if I went back to San Jose and did the jump with you again. (And you know, it's been a while for the Winchester Mystery House -- we could get drunk and do that again!)

[ixchel55.livejournal.com]

I'll never forget how you rescued me in that dive bar in that flea speck of a town in Belize.

I'd gotten separated from my tour group when we made a pit stop on the way to the Maya ruins of Caracol. I had no cell reception so I couldn't call the tour company and I tentatively wandered into the only place that looked as though it might have a phone.

I have never seen so many sleezy looking people in one place in my life and even though English is the official language of Belize, the local patois of English/Spanish/Maya was so thick that I could barely understand a word.

I was having a hard time making myself understood when you stepped in and translated like a native.

We were standing at the bar where I'd bought you a drink in thanks and having such a nice chat. You can't even imagine how thrilled I was to find that my savior was by one of my very favorite authors.

Then, when that very drunk gentleman with the knife lunged for the other man standing next to me, I would have gotten that knife in the back when he stumbled if you hadn't pulled me out of the way. Then you truly were my savior.

It was a harrowing experience but I wouldn't have missed it for the world because I met you.

BTW? What the hell were you doing in that seedy little bar in that out of the way place in a jungle in Belize?

[gwyn-r.livejournal.com]

OK, you have to promise not to tell this to anyone. I was sent to Belize to find you. But if the man who paid me ever learns that you know, I'm afraid of what he could do. He's very powerful. His boyfriend was in the FBI, I've heard.