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walkingshadow) wrote2003-12-24 09:07 pm
walkingshadow) wrote2003-12-24 09:07 pm
Group Month, Days Twenty-Two to Twenty-Four
Diminuendo by Amy
Joey started cooking giant Italian dinners, giving Chris heaping servings. "You may be wasting away, but you don't have to starve to death," he'd say, when Chris asked how he was expected to eat all that. For a few days they just hung out watching movies and playing Playstation, although the controllers were getting to be much too big for Chris's hands. JC ordered a book called "Little, Big" off Amazon that turned out to be some kind of family drama novel, hundreds of pages long, which Chris ended up stacking with the phone book, dictionary, and all of Justin's yearbooks to sit on until he gave up and started sitting crosslegged on the table. Lance plotted his height in Excel and spent most of a day trying to figure out if there was a pattern, if it was true sinusoidal or exponential or if the rate was still in log phase or maybe linearizing until Chris slipped up behind him, reached up, and tried to remove his glasses and rub his temples.
As Justin says in a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bard_mercutio story, these things just happen to them. There's a bit of blinking, and then they just curve around it, in funny, sweet, practical, totally characteristic ways. Completely charming.
The *NSYNC Coming-Out Extravaganza by Katie
Lance comes back to earth and then back to the states. He gets off the plane. Diane Bass is there and they're walking together, shoulder to shoulder. The press has tastefully left her alone until now. Everyone is there, from CNN to Access Hollywood, but somehow Steve "I only shop at International Male" Kmetko gets the best spot and snags the first Diane Bass interview. She tells him she's "just glad to have my baby back on Earth." They ask where Lance's father is. "We have no comment on Lance's father."
Joey is there, with Kelly by his side and Briahna in his arms. He steps forward to hug Lance, but Briahna is in the way, so he steps back and hands the expression of his straight love back to his wife so he and Lance can share a manly, brotherly hug. JC watches Lance adoringly. Chris just stares. Justin stands as far away from Lance as possible.
This story makes me laugh very, very hard, for two main reasons: the premise and the execution. A madcap parody of everybody and several industries to boot, and they all ring perfectly true. Hee.
Spectacle by Giddy
"I," he declared with as much dignity as he could muster, "am going home now. I will not be talking to any of you for approximately three months. In that time, I hope that you all shrivel up, wither away, and forget this ever happened."
The other guys were distracted enough that when he rose from the chair and sailed from the room, they couldn't scramble and catch him. However, there was one player still missing in this farce that had become his life and he, of course, was waiting at the door. Chris ducked, faked, darted--and ended up over Joey's shoulder.
Chris was born weird, Lance is never merry unless pyrotechnics are involved, and a third of the way in, the rest of the peanut gallery starts wandering in, and it's all positively gleeful. As a side note, I love when Joey, Justin, and JC are referred to collectively as "the Js." But that's just me.
Joey started cooking giant Italian dinners, giving Chris heaping servings. "You may be wasting away, but you don't have to starve to death," he'd say, when Chris asked how he was expected to eat all that. For a few days they just hung out watching movies and playing Playstation, although the controllers were getting to be much too big for Chris's hands. JC ordered a book called "Little, Big" off Amazon that turned out to be some kind of family drama novel, hundreds of pages long, which Chris ended up stacking with the phone book, dictionary, and all of Justin's yearbooks to sit on until he gave up and started sitting crosslegged on the table. Lance plotted his height in Excel and spent most of a day trying to figure out if there was a pattern, if it was true sinusoidal or exponential or if the rate was still in log phase or maybe linearizing until Chris slipped up behind him, reached up, and tried to remove his glasses and rub his temples.
As Justin says in a
bard_mercutio story, these things just happen to them. There's a bit of blinking, and then they just curve around it, in funny, sweet, practical, totally characteristic ways. Completely charming.The *NSYNC Coming-Out Extravaganza by Katie
Lance comes back to earth and then back to the states. He gets off the plane. Diane Bass is there and they're walking together, shoulder to shoulder. The press has tastefully left her alone until now. Everyone is there, from CNN to Access Hollywood, but somehow Steve "I only shop at International Male" Kmetko gets the best spot and snags the first Diane Bass interview. She tells him she's "just glad to have my baby back on Earth." They ask where Lance's father is. "We have no comment on Lance's father."
Joey is there, with Kelly by his side and Briahna in his arms. He steps forward to hug Lance, but Briahna is in the way, so he steps back and hands the expression of his straight love back to his wife so he and Lance can share a manly, brotherly hug. JC watches Lance adoringly. Chris just stares. Justin stands as far away from Lance as possible.
This story makes me laugh very, very hard, for two main reasons: the premise and the execution. A madcap parody of everybody and several industries to boot, and they all ring perfectly true. Hee.
Spectacle by Giddy
"I," he declared with as much dignity as he could muster, "am going home now. I will not be talking to any of you for approximately three months. In that time, I hope that you all shrivel up, wither away, and forget this ever happened."
The other guys were distracted enough that when he rose from the chair and sailed from the room, they couldn't scramble and catch him. However, there was one player still missing in this farce that had become his life and he, of course, was waiting at the door. Chris ducked, faked, darted--and ended up over Joey's shoulder.
Chris was born weird, Lance is never merry unless pyrotechnics are involved, and a third of the way in, the rest of the peanut gallery starts wandering in, and it's all positively gleeful. As a side note, I love when Joey, Justin, and JC are referred to collectively as "the Js." But that's just me.