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Five Jobs That Mal Tries to Pretend He Never Accepted by Minnow (PG)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1,270 words
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minnow1212
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: This fic is both what you'd expect from the title, and also not---and not just because no one can predict creepy mimes, ceremonial monkeys, and the dreaded Lengwuey flu. Minnow has a real gift with character and voice, and a powerful way of using language to its best effect. What I find most impressive about this snippet, though, is that Minnow manages to aim for such a wide and varied range of emotional effects with such a natural effortlessness that it doesn't seem remotely jarring to have humor side-by-side with anger, guilt, or loss, even in such a small space of words. She moves fluidly from one shining moment of emotional truth to another, giving a wonderful insight into Mal's character along the way. But honestly, the funny moments alone would be worth the trip.
...somehow while they mocked him the whole thing got decided, and they ended up going to a Core planet to pick up and haul back the things some social climbing mother on a backwater planet had decided her daughter needed to be really truly genuinely married. To wit: (a) a wedding dress, (b) three bridesmaids, (c) a caterer and his entire staff, (d) the band, (e) the wedding planner, (f) a recorder, and (g) a ceremonial monkey. The caterer kicked them out of their own kitchen in order to practice, and it grated something awful to smell good scents coming from the kitchen and never taste. The bridesmaids twitterpated. The monkey developed a strange and overpowering attraction to the ribbons on the wedding dress, and could only be distracted by Inara performing some ritual dance. The band played love songs to get in practice the whole way, and Jayne got it in his fool head to caterwaul along.
Even Kaylee was looking a bit frazzled by the end of it, which meant Mal couldn’t even twit her properly on getting them all into the whole mess. The mother did toss in some mighty tasty wedding cake along with the part they needed, though.
Cake, Mal felt as he licked frosting off his fork, made up for a multitude of wrongs.
Five Jobs That Mal Tries to Pretend He Never Accepted
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1,270 words
Author on LJ:
minnow1212Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: This fic is both what you'd expect from the title, and also not---and not just because no one can predict creepy mimes, ceremonial monkeys, and the dreaded Lengwuey flu. Minnow has a real gift with character and voice, and a powerful way of using language to its best effect. What I find most impressive about this snippet, though, is that Minnow manages to aim for such a wide and varied range of emotional effects with such a natural effortlessness that it doesn't seem remotely jarring to have humor side-by-side with anger, guilt, or loss, even in such a small space of words. She moves fluidly from one shining moment of emotional truth to another, giving a wonderful insight into Mal's character along the way. But honestly, the funny moments alone would be worth the trip.
...somehow while they mocked him the whole thing got decided, and they ended up going to a Core planet to pick up and haul back the things some social climbing mother on a backwater planet had decided her daughter needed to be really truly genuinely married. To wit: (a) a wedding dress, (b) three bridesmaids, (c) a caterer and his entire staff, (d) the band, (e) the wedding planner, (f) a recorder, and (g) a ceremonial monkey. The caterer kicked them out of their own kitchen in order to practice, and it grated something awful to smell good scents coming from the kitchen and never taste. The bridesmaids twitterpated. The monkey developed a strange and overpowering attraction to the ribbons on the wedding dress, and could only be distracted by Inara performing some ritual dance. The band played love songs to get in practice the whole way, and Jayne got it in his fool head to caterwaul along.
Even Kaylee was looking a bit frazzled by the end of it, which meant Mal couldn’t even twit her properly on getting them all into the whole mess. The mother did toss in some mighty tasty wedding cake along with the part they needed, though.
Cake, Mal felt as he licked frosting off his fork, made up for a multitude of wrongs.
Five Jobs That Mal Tries to Pretend He Never Accepted
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