May 10th, 2016

happy steel

Some fun reading!

This was written for me by the lovely count_nickula for the Obscure and British Commentfest. My prompt was: Sapphire and Steel/Are You Being Served, Steel + Mr. Humphries, A Very Hard Sale.

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I hope that you will take a moment to read it - but don't have your mouth full when you do. :D

>>Steel, I'm detecting an ethereal presence, there's definitely something odd about this place.<<
Sapphire walked slowly around the floor of the department store, scanning the shoppers and staff, listening intently to something unknown. >>Time early 1970s. Building mid 19th century, refurbished in the '20s, then further in the '50s.<<

Steel listened from the other side of the shop floor, one hand hovering just above the fabric of a steel grey suit.
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comedy and tragedy

I think it’s safe to say that we are finally home.

Yesterday was my first day back to work and I’d expected it to be a little crazy. Then I learned that the Business Manager, who was supposed to be picking up my functions – had been out sick all the previous week, only coming in to do payroll (and I’m not so sure she did that right at all). She hadn’t paid any bills, some of which were due today. There were a mess of phone calls that she never returned (but left for me to handle – thanks, babe).

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Aside from that frustration, my desk is caught up with the exception of a massive amount of audition sheets to go through and update (but that’s not due to vacation, just stage managers reluctant to let go of them). The show is selling well (we saw it on Sunday – Ray Cooney knows his stuff), donations are up and, oh, we’re being sued.

Apparently, someone took a fall during Vanya & Sonia & Masha & Spike, except there is no accident report documenting it. Jay and the ushers are anal about such things. If she fell outside the theatre, that’s not our property. Right now, it would be nice if the business manager was around to handle such things, but she’s busy at Disneyland, so I get to deal with it instead. Gee, funny how that works out, inn’t?

How long before I retire?

A new Prisoner Fic

Title: Welcome to The Village
Word count: 843
Rating: PG
Written for: healyg for The Obscure and British Commentfest
The Prompt: The Prisoner (1967 series), Number 6, he still has nightmares about The Village

Portmeirion, where The Prisoner was filmed is a favorite vacation spot of ours, but maybe not for everyone. Warning, this isn't beta'd so if you find typos (and I'm sure you will), please send me a PM and I will fix them posthaste.

“What do you want?”


“Well, you won’t get it?”

“By hook or by crook, we will.”

“Who’s No. One.”

“You are, No. Six.”


He screamed the last word as he saw an image of himself, overlook his brainwashed flock in The Village. He fought his way clear of the tangle of sheets and bedclothes and stood, chest heaving, looking around his small London flat.
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