52 1/2 things that I hate

[tanarill]

Cold showers. Seriously. On my slowly-to-be-filled-in-maybe-but-not-really List of 52 and 1/2 things that I hate, cold showers are at least in the top 25. It's worse because it was a hot shower until my brother woke up and decided that showering without checking to see in someone else was already using the hot water is a good idea. I love that boy, but I hate him.

Anyway. I tried to write some Jazz/Al fanfic, but when it hit five pages with no sign of stopping, and every sign of becoming geeky beyond belief (who here wants to learn about prions? No, I didn't think so), I stopped and cut the only part that was really worth it. And so, here we have some funny stuff.


Title: And You're Normal?
Disclaimers: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman. If it belonged to me, they'd all be gay. Also, the Crack does not belong to me. It belongs to tavalya_ra, who needs to be published. That is all.
Rating: G
Warnings: I don't know, are you afraid of random ghost attacks or vampires?

"Get away from him, ghost!" someone shouted, and the almost-not-there-yet-still-far-too-heavy weight was abruptly removed from his chest.

After taking a few moments to breathe and another few to make sure that he was still in one piece, he looked around to see what was happening.

The-ghost? Ghost-was held fast by a tangle of wires, and almost of their own violation, his eyes followed the wires back to where an odd device was being held by-"Jazz?"

She was focused on the ghost, hands gripping the wire-stick tightly, but she nevertheless managed to grin. "Yes, I know. Listen, there's a thermos in my backpack. Would you mind getting it out for me?"

"A thermos? Isn't this the wrong time for a cup of tea?"

She spared him a withering glace. "Look, despite appearances, this isn't as easy as it might seem. Since I don't have the neutralizer with me, I'd prefer it if we could get this done quickly. Thermos. Now."

"O-okay," he said, and crawled over to where her backpack lay on the grass. He found the thermos easily, and retrieved it. "Now what?"

"Open it and point at the ghost. On the count of three, I'm going to release the ghost and you push the button. Ready?"

"Yes . . . "

"One, two, three, now." She did something that released the many wires, which untangled and retracted into the stick. He pushed the button, and was astonished when light and an odd, high-pitched whine exited the thermos. But it seemed to exert a vacuum on the ghost, so he held it steady and advanced. It as almost anticlimactic when the ghost was pulled in and he shut the lid.

"Thanks," said Jazz, plucking the thermos from his unresisting hands. "That one was pretty hard. I don't suppose you could avoid mentioning this to our classmates?"

He ignored the question. "That one was pretty hard? How much do you do this? And what happened to 'I don't believe in ghosts'?"

Jazz sighed. "I don't believe in ghosts. Why should I? I know for a fact that the damn things exist."

"And you're . . . what? Some kind of vigilante ghost hunter?" He picked up the wire-shooting weapon, and turned it over. "Where do you get this stuff, anyway?"

"My parents," said Jazz, plucking the stick from his hands and putting both object in her backpack. "Professional ghost hunters, would you believe it? But it's actually a viable profession in Amity Park. They insisted I take some weapons and a thermos with me. Much as I hate to admit it, I do use them occasionally."

"I'm practically a vampire, you hunt ghosts and you don't believe in the supernatural?" Allen knew he was raising his voice, but it seemed justified.

"I don't believe in anything that I haven't encountered myself. Ghosts . . . in Amity Park, it's normal. Getting held up for school by a ghost attack is a viable excuse. No one looks at you funny if you claim insurance for a medieval knight taking an entire wall off your house. And most people there own at least one Fenton thermos."

"Why a thermos?" Allen's brain wasn't really connected to his mouth at this point.

"Because people can carry them around without looking too suspicious, and if you're not using them to capture ghosts you can keep soup in them. Listen, are you going to tell everyone about this or not? Because I have homework I need to be doing."

Allen's brain kicked in at this point. "I wont tell, if you go on a date with me."

Jazz looked at him, and then held up her hands in resignation. "Fine. I give up. Why not? My life can't possibly get any weirder."


And of course, it's even funnier because this happens a few months before the start of Crack 1, when Jazz's life gets infinitely weirder. Oh irony, you are as subtle as a two-by-four to the head.

Anyway, thingy. Enjoy :).

Comments

[tavalya-ra.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do. The security cameras, for one.

Actually, it's more the fact that when "Kindred Spirits" aired, I had almost completed the first draft of Crack 1. I thought KS would make the Crack AU. Instead, I revised the first ten chapters and didn't have to touch the rest expect in a few little places. Also, the plot of Crack 5, which echoes strongly "Masters of All Time," was created before that episode aired as well.

The sex is nice, but the real reason your writing shines is the emotion. I can't decide whether to curl up in a corner and cuddle or hit the character over the head with a sledgehammer.

What sex? XD

Thanks.

Amity Slash; it's the only DP RP I read. Speaking of which, what's the LJ tag for communities?

I think AS is a gateway drug for the Crack. Many addicts came down that route.

Sneaky trick: yes, there is a different tag for communities, but if you use the normal user tag, LJ will transform it into the comm tag in the process of posting.

his sister Lupae

That's subtle.

Lupae's children will be half-vampires, but Allen's won't; it's transferred by blood only, not genetics.

Mmm... if I ever write about Violet, I'm afraid it's going to send your stories shooting straight off into AU land.

Nah. I think I'll steal this OC and run with him.

Heh. Okay, you may be able to run pretty far before "canon" kills it- if at all. The Crack probably won't. The Crack Beyond the Crack? Hard to say. I haven't written any CBtC about Jazz and Al and I don't forsee doing so. You may fill in blanks I never tackle.

Or I may just say, screw it... you've spent more time with Allen than I have, so as long as it doesn't mess with anything I've written so far (not just bounced against the wall in my head), why not let you have the official line?

I'll post once I deal with the quotes, but that'll take some time. Is there a reason that LJ glitches with Times New Roman quotes, and is there a font that makes it possible to just cut/paste from a word document?

Um... I copy and paste from MS Word into LJ all the time. The quotes come out differently (“” as opposed to ""), but it never glitches. Ditto with elipses.

And I might have lied about posting it with explanations. I will post them, but they'll keep me occupied for a few days at least.

Take your time.