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Just Your Random Average Day by scorpy808 (R)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: ensemble cast
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scorpy808
Author Website: Uncharted Territories
Why this must be read:
Early (season 1) John Crichton, stranger in a strange land, is eminently appealing in his earnest struggle to fit in to a universe more bizarre than he'd ever imagined. Most of the time he ends up in trouble, as his main talent seems to be getting himself into one scrape after another.
Scorpy808 channels his voice perfectly in this amusing first-person POV fic, which cleverly cuts between handwritten notes and dialogue to provide a glimpse into exactly what the title implies.
"Crichton! I am going to kill you!"
"Umm, Aeryn, it's a little early to be killing me ... the day just started ... what the hell could I have done already?"
Suddenly, a light bulb flashed on in my still groggy brain. Don't you just hate that one split second when you realize you really did fuck up? She must have found that part I yanked from her prowler. Hell, I was only trying to figure out how to fix it and I got too tired to finish it up. I was just trying to be helpful ya know? It's not like Chilton's got a manual for late model prowlers. It was time to bail. I grabbed my pants and a shirt off the floor and hauled ass down the corridor just as she was rounding the bend.
"Crichton! Get back here!"
Frantic, I ran towards the only safe haven on that tier; an access shaft that actually led down to the center chamber. I needed breakfast anyway. Kill two birds, I've always said. So I'm crawling, practically naked, through this cramped access shaft. I didn't have my comms, but I was pretty sure I was still going to be a wanted man when I reached the center chamber. I had to play it cool. Just when I thought things were looking up I felt a tug at my side. It seemed my PK-issue underwear was caught on some sort of hunk of metal sticking out of the wall. After struggling like a scared rabbit, I decided to employ a different tactic. As I saw it, I had two options: rip or strip.
Just Your Random Average Day
Pairing: ensemble cast
Author on LJ:
scorpy808 Author Website: Uncharted Territories
Why this must be read:
Early (season 1) John Crichton, stranger in a strange land, is eminently appealing in his earnest struggle to fit in to a universe more bizarre than he'd ever imagined. Most of the time he ends up in trouble, as his main talent seems to be getting himself into one scrape after another.
Scorpy808 channels his voice perfectly in this amusing first-person POV fic, which cleverly cuts between handwritten notes and dialogue to provide a glimpse into exactly what the title implies.
"Crichton! I am going to kill you!"
"Umm, Aeryn, it's a little early to be killing me ... the day just started ... what the hell could I have done already?"
Suddenly, a light bulb flashed on in my still groggy brain. Don't you just hate that one split second when you realize you really did fuck up? She must have found that part I yanked from her prowler. Hell, I was only trying to figure out how to fix it and I got too tired to finish it up. I was just trying to be helpful ya know? It's not like Chilton's got a manual for late model prowlers. It was time to bail. I grabbed my pants and a shirt off the floor and hauled ass down the corridor just as she was rounding the bend.
"Crichton! Get back here!"
Frantic, I ran towards the only safe haven on that tier; an access shaft that actually led down to the center chamber. I needed breakfast anyway. Kill two birds, I've always said. So I'm crawling, practically naked, through this cramped access shaft. I didn't have my comms, but I was pretty sure I was still going to be a wanted man when I reached the center chamber. I had to play it cool. Just when I thought things were looking up I felt a tug at my side. It seemed my PK-issue underwear was caught on some sort of hunk of metal sticking out of the wall. After struggling like a scared rabbit, I decided to employ a different tactic. As I saw it, I had two options: rip or strip.
Just Your Random Average Day