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The chicken was the tastiest fried chicken she'd ever eaten, and she closed her eyes with bliss as her teeth broke through the crisp surface into the tender, juicy meat underneath. She felt her mouth water as she tasted the first few molecules of the breading.
"Daydreaming about fried chicken, again?" a voice interrupted her dream.
She opened her eyes and squinted up at her tormentor. "Damn it, Riley!" she shouted. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times, you shouldn't be interrupting the captain when she's off-shift and daydreaming. It's likely to be hazardous for your health, not to mention your prospects for promotion."
Riley grinned back down at her. "Aw, but--"
Inspiration: "Da Ntro feat Pauly Ymaz & Baby Blak" - DJ Jazzy Jeff (blech! rap music!)
Story Potential:This one has...grown on me. High potential.
Notes: It's a sketch of an idea so far, but I'm thinking some sort of SF where the ability to control the daydreams is critical. Could be fun. Also, I am very amused by the excessively long title. If/when I write this, I may even keep it.
"Daydreaming about fried chicken, again?" a voice interrupted her dream.
She opened her eyes and squinted up at her tormentor. "Damn it, Riley!" she shouted. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times, you shouldn't be interrupting the captain when she's off-shift and daydreaming. It's likely to be hazardous for your health, not to mention your prospects for promotion."
Riley grinned back down at her. "Aw, but--"
Inspiration: "Da Ntro feat Pauly Ymaz & Baby Blak" - DJ Jazzy Jeff (blech! rap music!)
Story Potential:This one has...grown on me. High potential.
Notes: It's a sketch of an idea so far, but I'm thinking some sort of SF where the ability to control the daydreams is critical. Could be fun. Also, I am very amused by the excessively long title. If/when I write this, I may even keep it.
