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Brain, nooooo
Apr. 20th, 2016 09:28 pmBrain: Hey, this rehab hospital... it's kinda, interesting, isn't it? Really sensory. The smell, the sounds, the pattern on the carpet. The sound of the divider curtain rings sliding on their rail. The nurse, coughing onto the back of her glove as she walks past.
Me: Brain...
Brain: I mean, I know we're just here visiting Mum, and I know you're going to say it doesn't remind us of anyone in particular that she is a BAMF who went through orthopedic surgery on only panadol, that she's having to get around using a walking frame, do gruelling physio, and is being treated like an idiot by the attending nurses because her tremor makes people underestimate her...
Me: Brain, last BBC Sherlock story we wrote you told me she was basically Sherlock, and wasn't that the creepiest creative connection I've ever made, now you want her to be John Watson?
Brain: Not, really John, not really. No more than she was really Sherlock, just because he happened to share a few personality traits and was getting brainwashed. She's just... in a place where John is. Sort of. You know that's enough. And, you know, it's not like we're not stuck at the moment, working on Futureproof. Maybe, working on something else for a little bit would loosen up those creative muscles a little, get a different perspective on things.
Me: You know it doesn't really work like that. You're just trying to distract me, because you don't like being stuck and having even less time than usual to write.
Brain: But if we don't write this one now, Mum'll be out of hospital, and you won't get to top up that inspiration every time you go to visit... And you promised to respect the bunnies, remember? I took the bunnies away, for five long years, and I can do it again.
Me: Brain! Okay, okay. Flash fic. One night only, then we press post.
Brain: Weeeeelll... I was thinking...
Me: One night, Brain! That's my final offer! This sounds like a depressing story. You know we decided not to do those anymore.
Brain: That was because they're too easy. Tragedies are lazy writing--we can make it not depressing, if we try.
Me: We're not trying, it's a flash fic!
Brain: We're still not going to be lazy, are we? Even a six word story needs a twist. Look, if we start John down in the dumps, he's guaranteed to cheer up. It's a psychosomatic limp! He got better!
Me: Later! It's the rehab hospital, Brain. He doesn't get better. Not until later.
Brain: But, but... here you go, that's why this is different! Because what if Sherlock's here too! On an investigation, maybe there's a Dr Death at the hospital, oooh, I know that's been done to death--haha--but I know who the killer is, and it's not the usual! And I know how Sherlock's going to find them, too, and why he...
Me: *facepalm* Fine. Okay, Brain. We'll do it your way. I don't know why I bother arguing.Or why I didn't just start writing the fic in the first place.
Me: Brain...
Brain: I mean, I know we're just here visiting Mum, and I know you're going to say it doesn't remind us of anyone in particular that she is a BAMF who went through orthopedic surgery on only panadol, that she's having to get around using a walking frame, do gruelling physio, and is being treated like an idiot by the attending nurses because her tremor makes people underestimate her...
Me: Brain, last BBC Sherlock story we wrote you told me she was basically Sherlock, and wasn't that the creepiest creative connection I've ever made, now you want her to be John Watson?
Brain: Not, really John, not really. No more than she was really Sherlock, just because he happened to share a few personality traits and was getting brainwashed. She's just... in a place where John is. Sort of. You know that's enough. And, you know, it's not like we're not stuck at the moment, working on Futureproof. Maybe, working on something else for a little bit would loosen up those creative muscles a little, get a different perspective on things.
Me: You know it doesn't really work like that. You're just trying to distract me, because you don't like being stuck and having even less time than usual to write.
Brain: But if we don't write this one now, Mum'll be out of hospital, and you won't get to top up that inspiration every time you go to visit... And you promised to respect the bunnies, remember? I took the bunnies away, for five long years, and I can do it again.
Me: Brain! Okay, okay. Flash fic. One night only, then we press post.
Brain: Weeeeelll... I was thinking...
Me: One night, Brain! That's my final offer! This sounds like a depressing story. You know we decided not to do those anymore.
Brain: That was because they're too easy. Tragedies are lazy writing--we can make it not depressing, if we try.
Me: We're not trying, it's a flash fic!
Brain: We're still not going to be lazy, are we? Even a six word story needs a twist. Look, if we start John down in the dumps, he's guaranteed to cheer up. It's a psychosomatic limp! He got better!
Me: Later! It's the rehab hospital, Brain. He doesn't get better. Not until later.
Brain: But, but... here you go, that's why this is different! Because what if Sherlock's here too! On an investigation, maybe there's a Dr Death at the hospital, oooh, I know that's been done to death--haha--but I know who the killer is, and it's not the usual! And I know how Sherlock's going to find them, too, and why he...
Me: *facepalm* Fine. Okay, Brain. We'll do it your way. I don't know why I bother arguing.
