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My sleep patterns are wonky this week; I'm just about getting enough sleep but last night I was up until almost two am. I didn't mind too much because I was reading this great Robin Hood fic that was rec'd to me a couple of times (A Very Guy Christmas Carol) and participating in a "What If" discussion over at the peoplespalace. It was nice to be around "real time" as usually of course I'm usually asleep when the Americans and Canadians are getting home from work and posting. I was glad to have the internet back to occupy me while I wasn't tired (plus I was still catching up on things anyway)

I can tell I went to bed late because I only had to read back twenty entries this morning rather than fifty or sixty that usually greet me on my flist :D

I even wrote a fic inspired by the discussion, which I'll post the moment I've edited with my Awake head on (after I've had tea. I need tea to function properly). I ought to have written it at 750 words.com as it ended up well over 1k, but I lost my four day streak to the internet outage (touch wood it's okay now) and I wasn't ready to start again until I was sure I had a chance of making it to five days this time.

Oh, and thanks to lar_laughs post, I signed up at storycubes - take a look, it's a different sort of prompt comm. And I signed up for episode20in20 again this round, so I can have an excuse to make "Justified" icons.

I'm slightly worried how much of "high" I'm on with all this signing up for stuff and feeling very enthusiastic. These things are cyclical and I know there'll be a day when I wonder what the hell I was doing taking on so many projects (and landcomms, etc). But I ought to be positive about it and remember that I do need a certain amount of downtime - less creative time can be used for editing or thinking rather than creating/doing, after all.

Title: Stew
Characters: Much, Allan, Robin
Words: 257
Prompt: Much/Allan; just a confusion
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: Not for profit.
Summary: Much is preparing dinner but Allan is convinced that’s not all that’s going on
Written for “Treat Much Right” from a rhdrabblefest prompt (but longer than a drabble)

“Much!” bellowed Robin.
Much appeared, rubbing grubby hands on his stained apron. “What, I’m getting supper on!”
Robin sighed. “Did you or did you not threaten to skin Allan?”
Much, puzzled, looked from his master to Allan, who was trying to hide behind Robin.
“Why would I skin him?” he asked at last.
Allan leant over Robin’s shoulder. “I heard you,” he said, his voice shaking. “It was all, and then cut the vegetables and then skin the rat.”
Much’s forehead creased as he considered this.
“I said I was sorry for being a traitor,” Allan whined. “Why would you want to skin me?”
A smile spread over Much’s features. “I was just talking about supper,” he explained. “Skinning the meat and cutting the vegetables.”
“See,” Robin said. “A simple misunderstanding.”
Allan, reassured, nodded and mumbled “S’allright then,” and wandered off.
As Much walked away, Robin paled, realising what Much had meant.
“Much? You’re not putting *rat* in the stew, are you?”
Much’s fixed smile was not reassuring. “Tree rat? Squirrel.” He was unconvincing and he knew it and instead decided to go for defiance.
“Well if you’d bring me a boar to cook, I’d cook boar, but you don’t! So, yes, there’s rat in the stew!”
Robin looked around desperately for assistance. “Half an hour,” he promised, jogging away. “We’ll get some nice juicy rabbits to cook.”
Much grinned as Robin ran away looking for help in finding rabbits. Allan reappeared from behind a tree.
“See,” the minstrel said with a wink. “Told you that’d work.”

Title: Schadenfreude
Rating: PG
Word count:100
Characters/Pairings: Prince John
Summary: There’s nothing like a little entertainment while getting the job done
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
Note: For rh_drabblefest prompt “Prince John: Schadenfreude”

Being oh so disappointed with the incumbent Sheriff, Prince John had already decided to do away with him. That Sir Guy had practically landed in his lap was surely a sign that this was meant to be.
John stoked Guy’s righteous anger and whispered promises of power in his ear. Kill Robin Hood and earn his gratitude. Kill Vaizey and become Sheriff himself.
So far so good, but to make things really entertaining, John also told Vaizey to kill Guy.
Last man standing…it was delightful to watch, and a distraction for when he wasn’t flirting with Isabella or terrorizing peasants.

I wrote this a yule gift for my sister, who wanted to see Much be the hero that  we all know he is really.