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Nine Ten sentences from Spoils of War sequel fic:

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There is only one incident, regrettably at dinner again, but late enough that there have been many glasses of brandy and vodka poured between the guests. The nobles— what remain of them— try to keep up with Nikolai’s drinking, in some pointless bid to ingratiate themselves or impress him. They don’t seem to notice how he stares through them all, glassy-eyed, even as he plays his part, leading conversation, and fielding tittering courtiers, with an inhuman ease. He seems an actor in a play, having perfectly memorized his lines, and now going through the motions without having to think about it at all, though his mind may be entirely elsewhere.

Alina meanwhile has never received her lines at all. She tries to contribute what she can, to smile and nod and follow what meaningless little things anyone is saying to her at any time. The better she does at awful events like these, the more freedom she will have; she knows this. And yet, when it happens, she is staring down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap, filled with the half numb feeling that they belong to someone else; that it is someone else’s silk gloves, and someone else’s beautiful, blue ballgown; certainly it cannot be her own finger weighed down by the massive Lantsov Emerald.

Conversation has gotten louder and more tense around her, and when she finally raises her head, she only catches that a Duke something or another, already suspected to be belligerent about the current state of affairs, has drunkenly accused Nikolai of patricide.

“Yes, well, I’m not entirely sure what you’re hoping to achieve by restating something we all know,” Nikolai is saying, “but you are disrupting a perfectly nice evening.”

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✈️ PLEASE

She'd gotten some ice from the plane's extremely well-stocked freezer, and even grabbed some extra for herself in case the nausea hit mid-flight (Toby hated when she crunched ice like that, said she'd mess up her teeth and the noise was like nails on a chalkboard for him, but it helped keep morning sickness at bay more than any other tip or trick she'd read). She'd poured it into a large Ziploc bag and grabbed a fancy linen napkin, not as fancy as the ones on Air Force One, but the First Lady's plane had standards too, damn it, and as she approached Charlie, she held it out like a peace offering. He looked up from the printouts he was scanning, no doubt the President's schedule for when they landed. "What's that?" "Ice," Andy said softly, nudging it out to him a second time. "For your hand." "My hand's fine." "You have three split knuckles and it's swollen. I'd feel better if you took the ice." She had noticed when they were boarding the way he was holding it somewhat gingerly, babying it and doing some things with his non-dominant hand. She knew the First Lady had examined it and declared there to be no fractures that she could detect, but the guilt that Charlie had been injured, that he and Toby had gotten arrested, that if things had escalated that she and CJ could have gotten hurt too, it was weighing on her like a ton of bricks. She managed a weak smile. "Come on, humor me." "I appreciate you thinking of me, Ma'am, but really I'm--" "Put the ice on your damn hand," CJ ordered from behind them. Andy hadn't even heard her approach.

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🍃‼️SHANNON

She went to the barbecue. She made a macaroni salad that she immediately became embarrassed about when she tasted the food the rest of them brought—what was a gourmet chef doing as a fire captain, anyway?—but Buck still ate half the bowl out of politeness. (Eddie took one bite and winced, and then spooned the rest of his serving onto Buck’s plate.) She got to meet Buck’s sister, a heavily pregnant woman with extremely shiny hair, and had a totally normal conversation with her about the Bachelor before Buck came over and put a cupcake into Shannon’s hands and changed the subject to the dangers of goat yoga. “It can make you go blind!” he said, with a really gross hand gesture way too close to Shannon’s eyeballs. “I don’t know what your parents told you, but that’s a myth,” Shannon said, and Buck laughed before explaining about sheep worms, which, gross. Shannon had no idea goat yoga was a thing, but she did mention that she really liked the non-goat yoga class she took at her gym, and then Buck wanted to talk about strength training vs flexibility, and before she realized it, twenty minutes had passed, Buck had ordered a five class pass for himself online, just to try it out, she and Buck had agreed to meet for an intermediate class the next weekend, and Maddie the sister was just sitting back and watching them with a private little smile on her face that Shannon didn’t know what to do with. Eddie called Buck over to the other side of the yard, and Shannon turned her attention back to Maddie, a little embarrassed by how neither of them had remembered to include her in the conversation. “He likes you,” Maddie said easily, and Shannon gave an awkward laugh. “It’s really not like that,” she said, and it was even true. The Superbowl thing felt like it had happened to totally different people, at this point. “That’s not what I mean,” Maddie said. “It’s just—good to see that you guys worked it out.” “Oh,” Shannon said, somehow even more embarrassed than before. “Thanks.”

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💚 but also?? I need to know about this?? Ages ago I saw someone on reddit say Andy would adore Elphaba and they initially thought her witch costume in season 7 was supposed to be an Elphaba nod and like I love this and I want your thoughts Please

"I feel the need to warn you that every time I've gone to see a Broadway show, something bad happens." Andy's eyes widened a little bit and honestly, CJ couldn't blame her. It was a pretty ridiculous way to begin a conversation. "I know that sounds fake, but in 8th grade my school choir took a trip to New York and saw Annie, and the line for the bathroom was so long that I got separated from the group, and the bus for the hotel left without me, and--" "You were in choir?" Andy asked, apparently seizing on that little factoid instead of the point of CJ's story. She nodded, her voice brisk. "Yes, for two years, I was an alto."

"Nice," Andy responded. She raised her hand, then pointed to herself. "Second soprano." "You got the fun parts, then. The melody."

"Not as much as the first sopranos did." "Andy, I'm not a singer, I just took choir because I couldn't find another elective that fit my schedule. The point is, I got nearly left behind and had to run like an idiot down 42nd Street, waving my arms over my head to get the bus driver's attention," CJ said, her tone turning exasperated. "In college, I went to see a preview performance and got my purse stolen, and--" An image of Simon's face flashed through her mind, and she looked down. And the last time I went to a show on Broadway, someone I cared about ended up getting killed and I swear to God, if that happens again--

There was a pause, and CJ swore she could feel the moment realization settled in for Andy. She felt a gentle hand on her arm and when Andy spoke again, her voice was quiet, soothing. "Hey. Hey, it's okay. It's okay, CJ. If you don't want to go, it's okay--I can go by myself, I don't mind. It's just that the daughter of one of my big donors is in the ensemble, so she got me tickets and I have an extra, and it's supposed to be good, and--" "I'll go." Andy blinked. "Hmm?" "I--I'll go. I don't want you to have to go by yourself."

------------------------- SO this idea just kind of hit me out of nowhere, because of course Wicked: For Good is coming out and I was thinking about the Broadway show and how it came out right in the middle of the West Wing's run, so possibly characters might have seen it/heard of it. I first listened to it around 2006, and being as I was in middle school and didn't realize I was bi, I...did not get the shipping of Elphaba and Glinda, at all, until MUCH later. So then I started thinking about CJ and Andy, how they might react to the show, and CJ possibly being a little traumatized after her last dramatic experience, and Andy's gaydar being more honed than mine, (and maybe CJ's too) because at least one or both of them is going to be like "so this is...pretty gay, right?" It's VERY rough in my head right now and doesn't have much of a plot other than that, but that's the general idea. I DO think Andy in particular will love the show. I think she'll think it's politically relevant, catchy, with a good message and amazing production value and she'll probably leave comparing the Wizard to a handful of Congressmen she works with. And I'm almost wondering if anyone in Congress or in her district has ever made an off-color, mocking joke about her being the Wicked Witch of the West, and her embracing that, reclaiming that in a way.

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Make me write!

Lovingly taken borrowed from @ineffablecabbage !

Send me one of these emojis and I will write some sentences from that WIP for you!!

✈️ The West Wing: CJ and Andy and Charlie debrief on a very tense flight home from California in "The California 47th" 💧 ER/Grey's Anatomy: Chapter 2 of "Nobody knows where they might end up", the fic where Meredith transfers to County General and encounters Carter

🏝️9-1-1/Grey's anatomy crossover: Buck meets Addison Montgomery

👀 The Diplomat: Grace observes Kate at a party

💔 The Diplomat: Kate and/or Hal reflect on their past miscarriages

🍗 9-1-1: Friendsgiving

💚 The West Wing: CJ and Andy see Wicked in 2003

Or!

🌀 Send me spiralling off on a tangent… (include prompt/character(s) of your choice if you want!)

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Six sentences from Unmaking!

“What use is it when I cannot wield that power to protect those closest to me?” Nikolai says, an uncharacteristic bitterness steeping his words. “Zoya has always had a habit of ignoring orders she didn’t like. She crossed the border, and it put her in Fjerdan hands and needlessly killed half her soldiers. This wouldn’t have happened if she didn’t think I was weak, if she only trusted my judgment. And I suppose I haven’t given her much reason to. An ineffective Tsar might as well be a sucking wound in the country’s chest.”

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🎁🎁-and i said to the star,consume me

Six Eight sentences!

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Alina passes the time in wait— though for what she isn’t sure. There is only the feeling that, eventually, one day, things must change, that the careful knife’s edge they are balanced on cannot last, despite the years.

She is waiting again, now, in the deepest thrall of winter, staring out on the frozen grounds from his bedroom window, when an unexpected glare reflects off the glass. She turns, gaze falling to Aleksander, still abed, and the plume of light in his hand, summoned almost idly. It’s only a small scrap of her power, but she nearly feels sorry for it, and that she’d accidentally abandoned it to him.

He glances up at her, and catching her gaze, his expression softens a fraction. “Come to bed,” he tells her, “it’s cold.” And he’s right.

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Okay six sentences for Éminence Grise!

The Darkling kisses her, and it’s the most tenderness she’s seen from him in so long. Still, she glances at Nikolai when they break for breath, suddenly remembering him. Their eyes lock for a moment. His face is completely unreadable.

“Don’t worry,” the Darkling says. “He knows to look the other way. Or do you intend to watch, sobachka?”