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May 2017 Ficlet Challenge
Anniew
Thank you Lurena. I've now got an idea for the art work challenge. Will post soon!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Rainesz
Lurena wrote:

Oh Annie, what a wonderful diversity of stories! Naughty, chilling, touching, atmospheric, filmish.

And Rainesz, your characterisation is so well written. I very much enjoyed reading the interactions.

Thank you ladies for your clever work!


Thank you, Lurena! Grin
I also have at least the start of a story based on your drawing for the other ficlet challenge. As I was telling Annie and Travisina earlier, I have a conversation started but (so far) no plot! It may end up plotless. Wink
 
Lurena
Rainesz wrote:


I also have at least the start of a story based on your drawing for the other ficlet challenge. As I was telling Annie and Travisina earlier, I have a conversation started but (so far) no plot! It may end up plotless. Wink


Post it please?
Conversations are so B7, I bet you come up with a good one to enjoy.
And don't forget, we are all mad sad and most probably able to create one or another plot to it in our own fantasy. Wink
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*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
 
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littlesue
This is for Anniew...and once again, many thanks to Lurena for her lovely piccie

May Each Day….


“No!” Avon was quite adamant.
“But she’s eaten all the Roses, the Crème Eggs and the last of Cally’s Rolos,” Tarrant cried in despair, “Surely just one bag of Revels wouldn’t go amiss?”
That question remained unanswered as Vila rounded the corridor corner, “We’ve had a Mayday. Someone’s in trouble.”
Avon strode off in the direction of the Flight Deck.
“Yes,” seethed Tarrant, “he most certainly will be.”
“You didn’t mention my Curly Wurlys,” Vila groaned as Tarrant, too, swiftly exited and went towards the Flight Deck.

“If we answer every Mayday call, we will never get to Earth,” Avon declared.
“There it is again; Mayday; Mayday. Come at once,” Cally said, repeating every word that came over speaker.
“Come on,” Tarrant urged, “We need to get down there as soon as possible…”

Vila eyed Orac with distinct suspicion.
“You’re keeping rather quiet about this. Why?”
“There appears to have been some confusion about the term Mayday.”
“In what way?”
“Well, Mayday; a request for assistance and May Day; an old calendar celebration celebrating the end of winter and a new year for the growing of crops.”
Vila’s eyes opened in horror, “So, what is it. Mayday or May Day…?”

Avon was facing someone who claimed to be the Village Elder. “So there isn’t a Mayday as such?”
“No, we are here to celebrate May Day. I’m so glad that you joined us though; we have more than enough to go round. Look.”
Avon stared at the large pole set up on the village green and the packing cases piled up around it.
“What the…”
“A ship crash landed here a few weeks ago. It took us that long to dig out the cargo…”
“”Excuse me,” Tarrant began, “But why are those men dancing round with poles and hitting each other?”
“They are Morris Dancers,” the Elder explained, “Once they’ve finished and Maypole dancing is complete then we will open up the boxes to see what bounty there is.”
Tarrant could see Avon’s eyes glaring at the packing boxes.
“I don’t think they’re Revels,” he murmured.
But Avon wasn’t listening.
“Revels,” asked the Elder, “I hope not. Can’t stand the coffee ones.”
“I love coffee,” declared Dayna, her eyes widening as Avon pushed through the throng towards the cases.
He stopped, briefly, and then fired.
The cases and their contents seemingly erupted, sending debris all over the gathered crowd…and Avon.
Cally rushed over, expecting the worse.
“Avon….”
“Get these off me; whatever they are.”
“Ohh,” said Dayna, picking up one of the offending items. “It’s chocolate; a chocolate seashell!”
Tarrant picked up a rather shattered box, “Guylian Chocolate Sea Shells,” he murmured, “Well, that’s different.”
“I’ve heard of these,” the Village Elder said, coming alongside, “These chocolates have replaced Revels as the Federation’s favourite sweets.”
“Oh no,” Tarrant whispered.
Avon got to his feet, angrily brushing the offending chocolate seashells from his clothes, “We’ll see about that!”

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......and all because the lady wanted Avon covered in Guylian chocolate seashells!!!Grin
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Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


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Travisina
Having dithered and dothered with my fic for ages, I almost gave up when I saw littlesue's latest, as it's on a similar theme. But hers is light, amusing and covered in chocolate, and mine ... isn't, so here it is anyway:

May Day

Bright light outlined vaguely human shapes, then resolved into the figures of two men and a woman. Leighton stared blank-eyed at the strangers, the roaring pain in his head making it hard to focus. Hallucination? He blinked hard, but when he opened his eyes, they were still there, looking around at what remained of his communications room.

The smaller man gave a nervous grin. "Here we are. Let the festivities begin!" Then he frowned. "Doesn't look very festive, I must say."

"Shush, Vila," the woman admonished. "Can't you see he's injured?" She crouched beside Leighton and touched his arm. "What happened?" she asked aloud. When he didn't reply, he sensed her voice inside his head: Can you hear me? Are you able to speak?

He fixed his eyes on her face. "May Day."

Vila paused in his examination of a shelving unit. "Nothing to drink here," he muttered. Turning back to Leighton, he said, "Yes, we got your May Day message – that's why we came. It looked like you were having a good time, we needed a bit of a holiday and thought it would be fun to join your celebrations."

The big man had been looking out of the shattered window. "Those aren't celebrations. It's not fireworks and bonfires, they're distress flares and funeral pyres." He raised his wrist and spoke quietly into a bracelet.

Communication device? Not seen one like that before, thought Leighton, professional interest piquing him in spite of the pain. "Who are you?"

"We can help you," the woman said. "We have a ship."

He shook his head. His sight was fading; her face would be the last thing he saw. A painful cough brought more blood into his mouth. He managed to say: "Too late... thank you for responding to my May Day..."


It was a sombre group that teleported back to the Liberator.

"Even if we'd brought him back with us, there was probably nothing we could have done," Cally told the others. "He was too badly injured."

"I still don't understand why he kept saying May Day," said Vila. "The planet was an old Earth colony, and if that wasn't an invitation to join an old Earth celebration, what did he mean?"

"I should have known," sighed Jenna. "It was Mayday, not May Day. A distress call used in olden times, based on a word in an old Earth language. M'aidez. It means 'Help me."

***

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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Rainesz
@Littlesue and Lurena: There needs to be more chocolate-covered Avon. Wink
"Vila’s eyes opened in horror, 'So, what is it. Mayday or May Day…?' " Both!

@Travisina, that was excellent (and heartbreaking). With Vila being oh so typical Vila, of course. You always write the poor "guest" characters so well who witness the crew's various arrivals.

I love how you and Sue both cleverly used the other, more serious meaning of May Day. I had forgotten all about that aspect of it!
 
Anniew
Oh clever stories Sue and Travisina. Love Avon covered in chocolate! And poor Leighton....such a Blake's 7 Universe mistake!!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
JustBrad
Avon entered the flight deck to take the night watch. It was his favorite, as no one was around to bother him. Near the end of her watch, Cally sat at her station, absently twirling a ring between her fingers.

Avon asked, “Is that what I think it is?”

Cally looked up as if startled from her musings. “Yes, it is the sarcophagus alien's ring.”

Noting Avon's pensive look, Tarrant offered, “She found it under her console where you had tossed it away, Avon.”

Cally sighed. “ I was just thinking of the possibilities. It seems such a waste, not the ring, the alien. If only we could have turned her to our cause, she would have been a valuable ally. She was a far stronger telepath than I.”

Tarrant nodded. “Indeed she was an enhanced version of you, Cally, with stronger mystical powers, but she had a fragile flaw, being dependent on the energy transfer enhanced by the egg artifact and that ring.”

Avon smirked. “Not only that, but she had the breath of a corpse. Hardly a companionable ship mate.”

A sly grin spread across Villa's face. “Well then, it's probably a good thing she's gone, the last thing we need is a...”

Avon barked. “Vila!”

Vila donned his beaten puppy expression. “Oh, please, let me say it.”

Avon shrugged. “Very well, if you must.”

Vila beamed. “The last thing we need is a... ahem... Super Cally Fragile Mystic Hexed By Halitosis.”
 
Lorna
Nice one Brad
 
Anniew
Brad...brilliant!!'Smile
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Rainesz
HAHAHAHA!!!! This is the first thing I read this morning. (Well, afternoon, I slept late.)
Grin Grin
 
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