PSL Box

[useofcuriosity]

 

 

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

Comments

[useofcuriosity]

"I've done enough, yeah. You'd have to tell me how it is, I guess." Everyone's bias.

[lefthandedgenius]

"How good you are with your hands?"

Holy crap, is she flirting?

[useofcuriosity]

"Maybe." Is he flirting back? He's certainly trying.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Maybe we'll put that to the test sometime." Lydia salutes him with her mojito, taking a look around. "Next time, not a restaurant. Not that I have any objection. I just want to see what you'll come up with."

In which dating Lydia is a bit like having a gauntlet thrown down.

[useofcuriosity]

"Not a restaurant. Got it." And glad that there's apparently going to be a next time. "I do like a challenge."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Good. That's apparent, given your taste in women." she informs him slyly. "You know I'm an infuriating handful, right?"

[useofcuriosity]

"I'm up for it, I think." He'd have to be, right?

[lefthandedgenius]

"You'll have to be." she says, somehow echoing his thoughts. "What do you want to do?" she asks. "After internship, I mean. Do you want to keep on at the hospital, or go into private practice, or...?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Probably private practice. Better chance at working with kids that way, yeah?" In his opinion, anyway.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Do you want any of your own someday?" She pauses, blinking. "Wow, that is so not a question I should be asking you. Sorry...withdrawn." She shakes her head.

[useofcuriosity]

Hey, he'll answer. "Uh...maybe? Depending. On things." Head and brain things.

[lefthandedgenius]

There's a pause, and...oh. Right. She blinks again, brow furrowing. "Of course. Sorry. Change of subject. You said your dad was in law enforcement?"

[useofcuriosity]

There's one thing about Stiles, he can appear pretty much unflappable. And change conversation like a whip. "I did! He's a sheriff, actually. The Sheriff, actually. Of Beacon Hills."

[lefthandedgenius]

She smiles at that. "I bet you learned a lot from him growing up." Menus are regarded briefly, and orders are given. "Now I'm totally picturing you like some kind of Hardy Boy or maybe one of the guys from Scooby Do, solving spooky crimes."

[useofcuriosity]

"Oh, yeah. Me and Scott? Totally the Hardy Boys." He grins at her.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I'm having trouble picturing you as Fred or Shaggy, though." she admits, and playfully fluffs her hair. "I'd make an awesome Daphne."

[useofcuriosity]

"Hey, I could be Velma. You never know. And you are definitely Daphne."

[lefthandedgenius]

She reaches out across the table and taps her index finger right between his eyes. "No glasses." she points out. "Though I bet you have great legs that would look awesome in that little brown skirt of hers."

[useofcuriosity]

He laughs. "Oh, I do, I'm sure of it."

Grey's the 3rd - This Shit Never Gets Old...Until It Does

[lefthandedgenius]

Everything about the surgery should have been textbook.

The patient had been in good health save for the surgery that had been required. So when the heart gave out, everyone had been surprised, and everyone had moved quickly to deal with the complication. It hadn't been enough. Lydia was holding the man's heart between her hands, trying to massage it, stimulate it into beating again.

Somehow, before it happened, she just seemed to know, in some fundamental way she cannot explain. The review had cleared her, she'd done everything she was supposed to do, and now all that's left is to deal with her first loss on an operating table. She knew it was inevitable, and yet nothing could truly prepare her.

She sits in a tight huddle in the stairwell, hands pressed to her mouth to keep her sobs from being heard. She doesn't want anyone seeing her cry.

[useofcuriosity]

When he's heard about what happened, and of course he heard about it gossip spread around this place like foxfire, he'd been worried. Worried about her, because she was Lydia Martin, and he seriously doubted anything like this had ever happened under her watch before. Especially not with her hands in a man's chest.

So he was worried, and he convinced Scott to take his shift. Went looking for her. She wasn't hard to find, really. There were only so many places to hide in this place. When he did find her, he didn't speak. A first for him, honestly. He sat on the step above the one she sat on and waited.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Go away."

Don't bother me, please bother me. There's a lot of that with her. Straightening up, she wipes at her eyes with the heel of one of her hands. "I don't need anyone seeing me like this."

[useofcuriosity]

"I'm not going anywhere." He scoots down one step to sit beside her. "Then we should probably go."

[lefthandedgenius]

She looks at him a touch balefully. "Where would we go?" she asks, skepticism in her voice. "I just need to pull it together, that's all. I need to learn to cope better."

[useofcuriosity]

"We'll go for a drive. Come on. Allison said she'd cover for you."