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September Ficlet Challenges
M1795537OCVirn
At the moment, Purple Cleric isn't available to set a ficlet challenge, but Travisina wondered if you'd like to try adding a little something to this month's rewatches:

EITHER: write about what it was like to be on the losing side or to be the alien(s) in an episode from Season C

OR: use the word prompt - ALL CHANGE

Usual terms apply: have fun, folks!
"You're not sulking, I hope?"
 
Cygnus Bazza
A Quick One, to quote The Who...

ALL CHANGE! ALL CHANGE! FINAL STOP… FINAL STOP… ALL CHANGE, MESDAMES ET MESSIEURS, DAMES EN HEREN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ALL CHANGE! ALL CHANGE! ALL PASSENGERS TO ALIGHT HERE… ALL PASSENGERS TO ALIGHT!

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You shouldn't do that, should do that...
 
littlesue
Well, here goes, Just getting in under the wire...

The first prompt...

All Change!


“All change!”
Vila sat up with a start.
“What?!”
“All change, sir,” the Conductor said.
“All change for what?”
“All stations North...”
“Stations? What stations?”
“Come now sir. Did you, or did you not, buy a ticket at the station?”
“No, I didn’t...what station?”
“Oh dear. That compounds the matter. No ticket? Tut tut. I’m sorry sir, but I will need your name, address and bank details; for the fine you understand.”
“Fine?! What for?”
“For travelling on this conveyance without a ticket.”
“Conveyance? What conveyance?”
The Conductor looked at him quizzically, “Come now sir. Aren’t you a tad too old to be playing this game?”
A game? thought Vila. If only it were.
He looked around him.
This conveyance looked familiar. For a moment he thought it was the London...but it was different.
Smaller...yes, but oh so familiar.
“Sir, I do have a schedule to keep and other passengers are waiting to alight.”
“What? Yes, of course.”
“Come on Vila, you’re holding everybody up.” It was Gan, smiling that huge comforting smile of his, “I’ll pay the fine, Conductor.”
“Thank you, sir. That’s most kind.”
And the conductor marched off to the waiting passengers in the distance. Vila presumed they were passengers. He couldn’t quite make them out.
“How many times do I have to warn you, Vila?”
“About what?”
Gan shook his head. Placed a strong, reassuring hand on Vila’s shoulder then turned and vanished into the waiting crowd.
“Gan! Wait...I...” But it was too late. He had gone.

“Vila. Wake up.” It was Cally and both she and him were on the Flight Deck of the Liberator.
“You’re dreaming again,” Cally smiled.
“It was all so real. Gan was there and he paid my fine.”
“You’re fine? For what?”
“I didn’t have a ticket and the Conductor said ‘All change’. That’s what woke me up, him saying all change.”
“Look, I think you ought to go to your cabin and have a hot drink. Avon wants the Flight Deck and he doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
Vila reluctantly got to his feet and followed the Auron.
But something made him stop and look back at what he hoped was an empty Flight Deck.
For a second he thought he saw the Conductor and the words “All Change” echoed in his head.....
Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold!
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!!


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Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo
 
littlesue
And the second prompt with a lovely piccie by Lurena....

Reversal of Fortune


‘Uncooperative’ they told me.
Well, we will see about that, I thought.
I had a reputation and would make him understand exactly how I had earned that reputation.
Let me see just how tough this man who refuses to give his name, is. And what about that transmitter or locator in his neck?
When I first saw him in that cell, he looked tired and the strain was visible on his face. They had tried everything to make him talk...but he had stubbornly refused. Now it was my turn.

But everything changed in those few minutes.
His name was Kerr Avon, so he said, and then those two others appeared from nowhere.
Then it dawned on me. These were Blake’s people..and now I was somehow transported to their ship, the Liberator.
He went off somewhere to get clean up and left me in this strange place with three of his colleagues surrounding me, hurling abuse until the other woman in the group told them to stop it.
They did; but I still felt uneasy.
Then he returned.

I still don’t understand how we arrived in this place. A dank, dark cavern.
He took the bracelet from my wrist.
I was still trying to fathom why he had come looking for me.
The others had mentioned something about me killing someone that he loved. But I have killed so many.
A picture on the far wall was illuminated.
I didn’t recognise her face.
Then I remembered just who he was.
Yes, I said triumphantly, the great bank fraud.
But I still didn’t know who she was.
No matter how many times he asked me, I did not know her.
I knew that someone was ‘running’him. and that anyone he so much as looked at was brought in for questioning, but not her.
But someone did say, just before he died, that Counsellor Chesku is still...
That seemed to placate this Avon.
I suggested that he ask Servalan; she’d know.
And he agreed...then when I asked about a way out, as promised, he pointed to the gun that he had thrown to the ground.
That was my way out.
Then he vanished.
Leaving me in this dank, dark cavern, with the picture of a woman I had never seen. With slowly fading lights and the incessant distant dripping of water.
I am now holding this gun.
Its cold metal a stark reminder of the only way out.
I cried out it wasn’t fair, but no-one heard me.
Maybe only the ghosts of those I had tortured.
i.imgur.com/sVmmuTc.jpg
....looking at the gun that was left by Avon...
Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold!
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!!


Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf

Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo
 
M1795537OCVirn
More clever word-play and utter nonsense from CB, I see. Great stuff.

Just made it in the nick of time LittleSue, but well worth it! And many thanks to Lurena for the illustrations.
"You're not sulking, I hope?"
 
Lorna
A clever story Littlesue and a nice drawing from Lurena. You have really captured him!
I look behind me, what do I see? A pair of golden wings seem to be attached to me.
 
Paula
Wonderful little vignettes this month, gang!
Resist the Host




 
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