Here it be!

[reymonkey]

Okay kiddies, doing this here to keep it all central or something, and because I know most of my RP buddies also read this journal. Post what and who and I'll write a little thingie. Ficlet? Aren't drabbles technically 100 words? I'm not that exacting. Active (as much as any of my RP chars are active these days) pups are dirk__gently, maylookatkings, call_me_rat, greyedwhite, thrasherpunk, and intermittently agoodfellow and flyhighthing. If that's not enough characters for you, I'm scared, but ask for somebody off the record or something and I can probably accommodate.

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!
6. Ill!
7. Intoxicated!
8. Wildly Inappropriate!
9. Eloquent!
10. Cooking!
11. Over-protective!
12. Wanker!
13. Silly!
14. Romantic!
15. Silent-Treatment!
16. Bedtime!
17. Jealous!
18. Inquisitive!
19. Confused!
20. Sexy!
21. Angry!
22. Dorky!
23. Working!
24. Needs-a-Hug!
25. Choose-your-own

Comments

[agent-myra.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I'm torn, I'll pick two though.

Flailing!Owen
Jealous!Chaz

Yeah, I can see that...

[thrasherpunk.livejournal.com]

Helen Menz wasn't like any other agent. Chaz had worked for The Shadow long enough to pick up on how he interacted with his agents, and the way he acted with her was not the same. Sure, he called her by her last name, and some of the friendliness was just an act for in public, but there was something else about the way he talked to her, something underneath the instructions.
He talked to her almost like she was an equal.
She knew it was irrational, the other woman was probably a decade older, and it was pretty clear that even though she was new on the scene here, she was somebody who'd worked with him before. Chaz spent a lot of time observing, looking for details and hints. She read Sherlock Holmes under the covers (and hid them from anyone her own age who came over). If she didn't know better, she'd say The Shadow liked Helen Menz.
In her daydreams, she worked her way up to being a valuable agent, held her own in shoot-outs and dealt with thugs twice her size bare-handed. In her dreams The Shadow looked on her with approval, and let her work by his side. In her dreams, Chaz Walters took the place of Helen Menz.

[agent-myra.livejournal.com]

Lol, this reminds me, now that Ichi and Chaz have had their fun, we should get Chaz and Myra together again sometime.

Heh, Chaz is so cute, she wants to grow up to be so awesome, and Myra will never hold that against Chaz. Ichi might think she's nuts, but Myra understands, even if she can't really say anything.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

They should. She finds Myra interesting, she just doesn't quite trust her because she can tell she's hiding something.

Aww, Ichi is her new best buddy though! She might start to get the impression he's a chauvinist, but then she'll just try to set him straight...

[agent-myra.livejournal.com]

Myra thinks highly of Chaz, and kind of hopes she gets to be the new 'right hand' kind of agent. If they get to know each other a little more, Myra might be willing to help Chaz with that. ;)

Aw, yeah he is a chauvinist, he can't really help it. Chaz might have her work cut out for her.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Someday she might, dunno what the big guy has planned, if anything. For now I'm fine with having her be a teenager making mistakes now and then.

She's teaching him about modern culture! That includes feminism, right?

Congratulations on being the only one to pick Owen!

[agoodfellow.livejournal.com]

Daily life in the Eyrie building always ran on a tight schedule. It was true this was a schedule that was designed around the movements of the gargoyles, secret plans, and other matters of subterfuge, but it was a schedule and Owen was made for schedules. When Alexander was born, all of that went out the window. The gargoyles returning to live in the castle only complicated things, in his opinion, and suddenly he found himself bumping elbows with Broadway and trying to manage business transactions by phone while spooning glop into a squirming baby.
He loved Alexander, was devoted to him, possibly even more than the boy's own parents. The cool exterior that fooled everyone else was so much smoke to the child. He knew it was his uncle Puck, no matter what face he wore. There were moments though, when it was almost too much.
Owen shook the saucepan to keep the milk from scalding, poured the contents very carefully in the glass bottle, and pinned it against his body with the stone fist wrapped in a towel so he could screw the lid on. Things would have been a lot easier with two hands.
In the breast pocket of his suit, his cell phone rang. In the dining room, Alexander screamed for the fifth time. He'd been counting. Mr. Xanatos' voice followed. "Owen? He's just not happy with me! Can you...?" He didn't even bother to finish the sentence.
"Coming sir." Owen juggled the cellphone out of his pocket, turned to the door as he answered it, and then realized he'd left the burner on. Over the phone an angry voice speaking half in Japanese insisted that the asking price for the recent technology exchange was ridiculous. Starting to quietly apologize, he reached to nudge the dial on the stove with his elbow.
There was a crash of breaking glass.

Owen stared at the shattered milk bottle on the floor while master and son called from the next room, and an angry businessman ranted in the other. Calmly, quietly, he flipped the phone shut, cutting off the call. He set it on the counter.
From the dining room, Xanatos heard a second suspicious noise, and carried Alex into the kitchen to investigate. They found Owen neatly sweeping the shards of a cellphone onto the floor with his good hand. There were still a few pieces clinging to the stone of his left fist.
"Ah... everything okay in here, Owen? I heard a... well." It wasn't that he couldn't surmise what had happened, it was just that he couldn't quite believe it.
"Just cleaning up, sir. I'm afraid I'll have to make up a second bottle." The majordomo calmly adjusted his glasses, and looked at Xanatos with flat blue eyes.
"That's... okay Owen, I'll take care of it. Why don't you take the rest of the night off?"
"As you wish, sir." He nodded, face an inscrutable blank, and walked calmly out of the kitchen leaving even the wreckage for Xanatos to deal with.

[agent-myra.livejournal.com]

I love Owen! I used to watch Gargoyles after Batman:TAS went off the air. Same voice actors, same awesome animation quality, great story, I loved it. Owen creeped me out with his alternate identity, he was so cool.

Heh, the poor 'man' is so used and abused by Xanthos. I'll bet that night off was years in the making. =D

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

I had no idea you were into Gargoyles! It's like the second home for Trek actors though... Owen is my absolute favorite, I like him better as Owen then as Puck. Even though Brent Spiner is a genius. Oops is my geek showing?

I used to write fanfic, although there's not much of it I'd show now, but I was always looking for that moment where Owen snaps... I think I had one where he smashed a keyboard. That stone fist is just a built-in weapon begging to be used against technology...

[agent-myra.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't call myself a die-hard fan of Gargoyles, but I was pretty into it for a while. It didn't help that I was a big Star Trek:TNG fan at the time either. Brent Spiner is honestly my favorite actor from that series, so yeah, I shamelessly join you in your geeking. XD

Lol, my favorite gargoyle - Lexington. I'm a sucker for the nerdy types, what can I say?

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

I grew up around Star Trek...

Of the actual gargoyles, Lex is my favorite, but Owen comes first overall.