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I wish I had any experience in making music videos. And could sit still long enough to watch a tv show or several. Even owning the Season DVD sets for Leverage 3 & 4, NCIS 8, and H50 2 isn't getting me to watch them. (It would help if there was a 'play all' option. Put the disc in, press play, hey presto!)
I'm not sure that watching TV is actually a restful activity for me. I end up analysing the story, the plot choices, the character motivations, and contemplating plot holes. It's a rare show that can make me stop thinking of all this and just enjoy.
Too many plotbunnies spoil the clover.
Thank heavens for the four day weekend coming up (Good Friday, the weekend, Easter Monday for Australians), although I'm not sure my brain will actually rest during it.
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Possibly the start of another fic.
an agent and his boss
At 1800 hours, Nick logs off the system, switches off his headset, and goes for a walk through the corridors of the helicarrier. He nods at his people, drops in on a number of pet projects, and makes his roundabout way to a room that isn't displayed on the helicarrier blueprints.
Inside, a man lies in a hospital gown, recuperating from an alien spear through the chest with a sheaf of reports on the Chitauri invasion.
Phil Coulson glances up. "Bad day?"
"Nobody we didn't want dead died."
"That's a good start."
"How's the chest?"
The injury was serious – eight hours on the operating table, while the Avengers saved the world. It was close. And that's an understatement.
However, he also survived.
Which Nick is infinitely grateful for, because as glad as he is that the Avengers came on board, there's a raft of other issues at play right now which is making his life complicated. As if it wasn't already.
"Still sore. I'm not coughing blood anymore." Phil cocks his head. "What's up?"
"It's Hill."
Phil's expression transforms into an ‘oh' of understanding. "Our little girl's all grown up and blackmailing the Council. Kicked a little too hard, did she?"
"Like a hornets' nest. They're out for blood – preferably mine, but they'll settle for hers in a pinch." Nick sits back in the chair. "Someone's got to be at fault after all, and we don't have Loki for the public hanging."
"Let me guess: ‘Hill allowed Loki to escape with the Tesseract'?"
"By that token, so did I," Fury drawl. "I'd rather not leave her in the line of fire - even if she can dodge."
"Another posting?"
"Doing that would suggest I lack confidence in her ability to handle herself."
"And you'd rather be sneaky about it?"
"I'm also concerned with not starting any more international incidents. Remember Madripoor?"
"I try not to," A storm of coughing catches Phil's laugh, shaking him like a leaf, but he holds up a hand to stop Nick from calling the duty nurse. "Don't fuss, sir, I'm fine." He takes a few slow, careful breaths, then asks, "Who's following up Loki's mercenaries?"
"Thorpe has the brief."
"New York clean-up crews?"
"Jasper's on that."
"And I'm supposed to be managing the Avengers. If I ever make it out of here." Phil eases himself back in the pillows. "Put Maria on them."
Nick snorts. "I thought about it. But you know how she feels about the Avengers Initiative."
"She doesn't know them," Phil says. "Not yet. She'll need to if she's gunning for your job."
"Did you have to use the word 'gunning'?"
"You knew she was live ammo when you brought her in," Phil points out. "I'm just saying that it might do to get her used to the Avengers."
"And get them used to taking commands from S.H.I.E.L.D. under the guise of advice and guidance?" Nick asks, shrewdly. "Agent Coulson, are you using Lieutenant Hill as tenderiser?"
"Hook her up with Rogers," is all Phil says. "He'll respect her boundaries, but he won't let her tread on his toes."
--
How do you unwind your brain? Do you unwind your brain? Or am I the only one in a permanent state of overdrive?
I'm not sure that watching TV is actually a restful activity for me. I end up analysing the story, the plot choices, the character motivations, and contemplating plot holes. It's a rare show that can make me stop thinking of all this and just enjoy.
Too many plotbunnies spoil the clover.
Thank heavens for the four day weekend coming up (Good Friday, the weekend, Easter Monday for Australians), although I'm not sure my brain will actually rest during it.
--
Possibly the start of another fic.
an agent and his boss
At 1800 hours, Nick logs off the system, switches off his headset, and goes for a walk through the corridors of the helicarrier. He nods at his people, drops in on a number of pet projects, and makes his roundabout way to a room that isn't displayed on the helicarrier blueprints.
Inside, a man lies in a hospital gown, recuperating from an alien spear through the chest with a sheaf of reports on the Chitauri invasion.
Phil Coulson glances up. "Bad day?"
"Nobody we didn't want dead died."
"That's a good start."
"How's the chest?"
The injury was serious – eight hours on the operating table, while the Avengers saved the world. It was close. And that's an understatement.
However, he also survived.
Which Nick is infinitely grateful for, because as glad as he is that the Avengers came on board, there's a raft of other issues at play right now which is making his life complicated. As if it wasn't already.
"Still sore. I'm not coughing blood anymore." Phil cocks his head. "What's up?"
"It's Hill."
Phil's expression transforms into an ‘oh' of understanding. "Our little girl's all grown up and blackmailing the Council. Kicked a little too hard, did she?"
"Like a hornets' nest. They're out for blood – preferably mine, but they'll settle for hers in a pinch." Nick sits back in the chair. "Someone's got to be at fault after all, and we don't have Loki for the public hanging."
"Let me guess: ‘Hill allowed Loki to escape with the Tesseract'?"
"By that token, so did I," Fury drawl. "I'd rather not leave her in the line of fire - even if she can dodge."
"Another posting?"
"Doing that would suggest I lack confidence in her ability to handle herself."
"And you'd rather be sneaky about it?"
"I'm also concerned with not starting any more international incidents. Remember Madripoor?"
"I try not to," A storm of coughing catches Phil's laugh, shaking him like a leaf, but he holds up a hand to stop Nick from calling the duty nurse. "Don't fuss, sir, I'm fine." He takes a few slow, careful breaths, then asks, "Who's following up Loki's mercenaries?"
"Thorpe has the brief."
"New York clean-up crews?"
"Jasper's on that."
"And I'm supposed to be managing the Avengers. If I ever make it out of here." Phil eases himself back in the pillows. "Put Maria on them."
Nick snorts. "I thought about it. But you know how she feels about the Avengers Initiative."
"She doesn't know them," Phil says. "Not yet. She'll need to if she's gunning for your job."
"Did you have to use the word 'gunning'?"
"You knew she was live ammo when you brought her in," Phil points out. "I'm just saying that it might do to get her used to the Avengers."
"And get them used to taking commands from S.H.I.E.L.D. under the guise of advice and guidance?" Nick asks, shrewdly. "Agent Coulson, are you using Lieutenant Hill as tenderiser?"
"Hook her up with Rogers," is all Phil says. "He'll respect her boundaries, but he won't let her tread on his toes."
--
How do you unwind your brain? Do you unwind your brain? Or am I the only one in a permanent state of overdrive?
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The majority of the time reading helps me unwind my brain. Its my go to way to relax by losing myself in a book.
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Frequently because something or another has thrown me out of the story or makes me cringe.
And then there's the part where I start analysing the dynamics of the plot and the characters...
*sighs*
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