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A Sci-Fi Original by Eve11 (PG)
Hello, I'm Shunda and I'll be supplying the Farscape crack this month. Now let's see how many times I can mention the word 'crack' in this post...
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eve11
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
What I love about this story, and what Eve11 does so well, is weave plot and hilarity together in such a way that it comes across as extremely plausible in the Farscape universe. We've all mentioned at least once that the show writers must've been on the good crack when it comes to certain episodes. Eve11 has committed crackfic, and it is good. Spoilers for season 4 up to John Quixote.
A draft swirled through the room as the compression cooling system kicked on. The skin on her bare legs prickled from the touch of cold air, and Aeryn had the sinking suspicion that her day was about to get worse.
The Tevrins cleared their throats. "And have either of you been acting--" a perfectly synchronous pause "--strange?"
Aeryn kept focused on the Netseks, but she couldn't help a flick of her gaze at Crichton. D'Argo, too, turned his attention to the human. The Netseks frowned. Aeryn heard the creak of polymer flooring as Crichton shifted position.
"They're in on it," Crichton finally said.
Aeryn dropped her guard, turning on John. "For the love of Chulak--"
"I'm telling you, Mulder and Scully here know something!" He advanced on the Netseks. "You want to tell me what the little gray men are doing on this planet?"
The two Netseks didn't back down. As Chiana called out from the front of the shop-- "Just what have you got against gray aliens, old man!?" -- Crichton hesitated, suddenly unsure of himself. D'Argo let out a frustrated Luxan curse, and Aeryn rubbed at her forehead, trying to forestall a pounding headache. Meanwhile, Blue Tevrin studied the human's eyes intently, his brow furrowed. Noting Aeryn's pistol and Crichton's glare, Blue slowly reached for a display on the counter, pointing to a small device.
"Brainwave detector," he said. "Theft deterrent, that's all, not a weapon." He swiveled the screen toward Crichton. "Have you been experiencing any paranoia lately? Heightened suggestibility, perhaps?"
"No," Crichton said, at the same time D'Argo and Aeryn both said, "Yes."
A Sci-Fi Original
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
eve11Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
What I love about this story, and what Eve11 does so well, is weave plot and hilarity together in such a way that it comes across as extremely plausible in the Farscape universe. We've all mentioned at least once that the show writers must've been on the good crack when it comes to certain episodes. Eve11 has committed crackfic, and it is good. Spoilers for season 4 up to John Quixote.
A draft swirled through the room as the compression cooling system kicked on. The skin on her bare legs prickled from the touch of cold air, and Aeryn had the sinking suspicion that her day was about to get worse.
The Tevrins cleared their throats. "And have either of you been acting--" a perfectly synchronous pause "--strange?"
Aeryn kept focused on the Netseks, but she couldn't help a flick of her gaze at Crichton. D'Argo, too, turned his attention to the human. The Netseks frowned. Aeryn heard the creak of polymer flooring as Crichton shifted position.
"They're in on it," Crichton finally said.
Aeryn dropped her guard, turning on John. "For the love of Chulak--"
"I'm telling you, Mulder and Scully here know something!" He advanced on the Netseks. "You want to tell me what the little gray men are doing on this planet?"
The two Netseks didn't back down. As Chiana called out from the front of the shop-- "Just what have you got against gray aliens, old man!?" -- Crichton hesitated, suddenly unsure of himself. D'Argo let out a frustrated Luxan curse, and Aeryn rubbed at her forehead, trying to forestall a pounding headache. Meanwhile, Blue Tevrin studied the human's eyes intently, his brow furrowed. Noting Aeryn's pistol and Crichton's glare, Blue slowly reached for a display on the counter, pointing to a small device.
"Brainwave detector," he said. "Theft deterrent, that's all, not a weapon." He swiveled the screen toward Crichton. "Have you been experiencing any paranoia lately? Heightened suggestibility, perhaps?"
"No," Crichton said, at the same time D'Argo and Aeryn both said, "Yes."
A Sci-Fi Original
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