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[goldy-dollar.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to nag gently remind you all that it is, indeed, June 20 - The Official sonic_tea Deadline.

If you think your fic will be a few days late, I will obviously come after you with my sonic screwdriver and burn you with hot tea that's fine. We're out to have Crazy Crackficing Crossover Fun. Don't stress. *nods*

Quite a few fics have been posted already. And they are BRILLIANT. I know everyone worked hard on their prompts, so a little bit of feedback-y encouragement would probably brighten their day. So go check those out! I'll be posting a masterlist in a few days time! :D

Your mods are totally hot for you!

[ninamazing.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE ALL GENIUSES!

Keep writing and feedbacking and doing whatever else it is that you do, because the sheer amount of totally amazing Whovian Firefly-ness that I have seen over the past couple of days is SONICALLY SHINY. That's right.

In an effort to show you how totally okay we are with people posting fics a day or two past the deadline, I am going to sit on mine and tweak it more before I post it because I don't think it's ready yet. :P

But just know that people are dying to read yours. DYING.

Go forth and feedback and pimp and make sure the world knows that it's Ten/Inara Time. Seriously, this is so awesome.

(Also, we have bid a fond goodbye to greyfable's fabulous black and white header (memorialized in this INCREDIBLY gorgeous icon of hers I'm using!) and are now showcasing some equally brilliant art by locker_monster. You're both so great, I can't even talk about it.)

Like Any Night On Gallifrey

[jazzfic.livejournal.com]

Title: Like Any Night On Gallifrey
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss Whedon and Russell T. Davies. Cheers, fellas!
Spoilers: None.
Characters/Pairing: Inara, Tenth Doctor, Mal, Inara/Mal
Rating: PG
Words: 4,234
Prompt: Ten is intrigued. Inara is suspicious. There is banter. And eye sex.
Notes: Say hurrah for my first crossover! A big thankyou to goldy_dollar for the beta. Fake-cut goes like magic to my journal.


(In the space now free, leaning inconspicuously against the wall--seemingly as much to hide within its tastefully patterned surface as to use it as a casual resting place--stood a man...)

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