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storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 11:31 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 11:31 pm
Professor Layton and the Spaceship Accident (Layton gen)
Title: Professor Layton and the Spaceship Accident
Length: 545 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton Future fic. Not our future. The FAR FAR future. WITH SPACESHIPS AND STUFF!
Pairing: Layton and Luke gen; Futurama ensemble gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "What do you mean, driving thirty thousand miles under the speed of light?" the cyclops said, poking Layton with an outstretched finger. Layton was clearly surprised, adjusting his hat to regain composure.
The hulls met with an abhorrent screeching of metal and Luke was thrown to the ground, rocked against the cabin wall.
"My boy, are you all right?" Layton called desperately, trying to keep control of the wheel. Finally he managed to pull over to the side of the space highway, putting the Laytonmobile in a sulking sort of park.
Layton pressed his face to the viewport, fascinated as the beaten, bright-green spaceship shuffled into park behind them on the service island (basically a parking lot with a dome and a bathroom accomodating all alien creatures but likely to cause death to human ones). After a moment, a purple-haired woman emerged from the spaceship, scowling, her expression made more striking by the fact that she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead.
Her crew followed after-- a slouching redhead and a cylindrical robot. Was it... was that robot smoking a cigar?
Luke looked at his professor and then back at the other spaceship crew. Then he scrambled to follow the professor down the ramp.
"What do you mean, driving thirty thousand miles under the posted speed limit?" the cyclops said, poking Layton with an outstretched finger. Layton was clearly surprised, adjusting his hat to regain composure.
"I believe I was following the posted signs, ma'am..."
"Just putting along in that... abomination to transportation..." she growled. The robot snickered. Luke looked up at the others' spaceship-- bright green, dented in several places... it really didn't look much worse than their ship. At least the professor cleaned theirs once a week and pulled the dead animals out of the exhaust pipes.
"There's nothing wrong with the Laytonmobile," Layton declared, and Luke nodded. "Yeah!" he said.
"Shut up, squirt," the robot growled, leaning towards Luke, who cowered behind the professor's legs. He'd never seen a robot who looked so... malicious.
"We're going to be late for the delivery," the redheaded man whined at the cyclops. She looked at her armband and sighed. Poking the professor in the chest again for good measure, she reached into her pocket and handed him a card.
"Here's our contact information. I think the Professor still has insurance on this hunk of junk. We've got to finish our round."
The robot mumbled something about dumping the package in the sewer, but the other two ignored him, going back into the ship. Layton studied the card for a moment and sighed, but then his eyes brightened.
"What a stroke of luck, my boy!" he said, showing the card to Luke.
"What is it, Professor?"
"This man taught me when I was in school. I can almost certainly get him to repair the dent."
"He taught you, Professor?" Luke said, eyes wide, as they boarded the ship. Layton's eyes lingered over the crack in the corner of their windshield (the sub-casuality of the cup of tea he had had resting on the control panel), and the scrape of paint on the back fin. Finally he looked back at Luke and ruffled his hair.
"There are people older than I," he said gently. "Now, better put your seatbelt on this time."
"Good thought, Professor," Luke said, strapping himself in, and the two of them "putt-putted" back onto the highway, across the galaxy.
Length: 545 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton Future fic. Not our future. The FAR FAR future. WITH SPACESHIPS AND STUFF!
Pairing: Layton and Luke gen; Futurama ensemble gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "What do you mean, driving thirty thousand miles under the speed of light?" the cyclops said, poking Layton with an outstretched finger. Layton was clearly surprised, adjusting his hat to regain composure.
The hulls met with an abhorrent screeching of metal and Luke was thrown to the ground, rocked against the cabin wall.
"My boy, are you all right?" Layton called desperately, trying to keep control of the wheel. Finally he managed to pull over to the side of the space highway, putting the Laytonmobile in a sulking sort of park.
Layton pressed his face to the viewport, fascinated as the beaten, bright-green spaceship shuffled into park behind them on the service island (basically a parking lot with a dome and a bathroom accomodating all alien creatures but likely to cause death to human ones). After a moment, a purple-haired woman emerged from the spaceship, scowling, her expression made more striking by the fact that she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead.
Her crew followed after-- a slouching redhead and a cylindrical robot. Was it... was that robot smoking a cigar?
Luke looked at his professor and then back at the other spaceship crew. Then he scrambled to follow the professor down the ramp.
"What do you mean, driving thirty thousand miles under the posted speed limit?" the cyclops said, poking Layton with an outstretched finger. Layton was clearly surprised, adjusting his hat to regain composure.
"I believe I was following the posted signs, ma'am..."
"Just putting along in that... abomination to transportation..." she growled. The robot snickered. Luke looked up at the others' spaceship-- bright green, dented in several places... it really didn't look much worse than their ship. At least the professor cleaned theirs once a week and pulled the dead animals out of the exhaust pipes.
"There's nothing wrong with the Laytonmobile," Layton declared, and Luke nodded. "Yeah!" he said.
"Shut up, squirt," the robot growled, leaning towards Luke, who cowered behind the professor's legs. He'd never seen a robot who looked so... malicious.
"We're going to be late for the delivery," the redheaded man whined at the cyclops. She looked at her armband and sighed. Poking the professor in the chest again for good measure, she reached into her pocket and handed him a card.
"Here's our contact information. I think the Professor still has insurance on this hunk of junk. We've got to finish our round."
The robot mumbled something about dumping the package in the sewer, but the other two ignored him, going back into the ship. Layton studied the card for a moment and sighed, but then his eyes brightened.
"What a stroke of luck, my boy!" he said, showing the card to Luke.
"What is it, Professor?"
"This man taught me when I was in school. I can almost certainly get him to repair the dent."
"He taught you, Professor?" Luke said, eyes wide, as they boarded the ship. Layton's eyes lingered over the crack in the corner of their windshield (the sub-casuality of the cup of tea he had had resting on the control panel), and the scrape of paint on the back fin. Finally he looked back at Luke and ruffled his hair.
"There are people older than I," he said gently. "Now, better put your seatbelt on this time."
"Good thought, Professor," Luke said, strapping himself in, and the two of them "putt-putted" back onto the highway, across the galaxy.