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Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 19 Dark
Title: Party Like It's Nineteen Ninty-Nine
Author: No pSeud Attached, at nO PsEUD aTTACHED - a pOPSLASH fICTION aRCHIVE and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: -
Length: long
Brief summary: Normally horror isn't my thing and there were some scenes in this story that was a bit much for me, but the interaction between the guys and the guys themselves totally made up for it! It's a scary story but it's also absolutely hilarious, and of course it ends well for (almost) everyone :-)
Excerpt: The five of them huddled together, peering nervously around the corner at the crowd.
"How did they get here ahead of us?" Justin asked.
"How did they even know where the dressing room was at all?" Joey whispered. "I thought zombies were, like, mindless."
"They're fans, man," Chris said. "They know when our plane is gonna land, and which hotel we're gonna stay at, usually before we do. They can find a room backstage."
"Also, it says 'Dressing Room' on the door," Lance pointed out.
"Great," Chris said. "Literate zombies. Does this mean they're gonna make us sign shit for them before they eat our brains? 'To Urrrrrrrrgh, with love.'"
"Guys?" JC said. "Behind us."
The chanting was growing louder again, echoing down the hallway. Underneath it came the inexorable sound of thousands of shuffling feet, like a distant avalanche.
"Wasn't there another door into the dressing room?" Chris said. "It's gotta be through this way, somewhere. Come on, before they spot us."
The route led them though the locker room where their costumes hung on racks, ready for the next change. Remembering the noise in his earpiece, Joey wondered what had happened to his girl, and the others who should've been waiting there. Had the crew managed to make it out of the arena, or were they in the crowd somewhere, chanting along? Or worse.
Another doorway led around towards the back entrance to the dressing room. Joey was just starting to hope they might make it, when Justin brought up short.
"Uh-oh."
Link to the story: Party Like It's Nineteen Ninty-Nine or here
Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 28 Dream
Title: Sundreams
Author: Ninjetti, at Ninjetti's Fic Archive andninjetti75
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: This is a wonderfully weird and vibrant story about a strangely transformed Nsync. A joyous, jubilant celebration of friendship and of nature.
Excerpt: Joey was running, feet pounding against the ground as he smiled, grinning as he galloped across the plain. He had been in Elysium for a while, and it was lovely, but now his friends were there. He had wandered through the beautiful land for what had felt like a long time, and it was great, but it would be even greater to have his friends there with him. So he was running back to join them, the sun warm on his back, the wind cool on his chest and blowing over his face and through his hair as he thundered away from the forest and back toward the meadow.
Eventually Joey paused, when he reached the river, drinking deeply and splashing water over his chest and shoulders to cool off, and more down his back. He knew he was getting close to his friends; he could practically feel it.
Link to the story: Sundreams or here
Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 19 Dark
Title: Party Like It's Nineteen Ninty-Nine
Author: No pSeud Attached, at nO PsEUD aTTACHED - a pOPSLASH fICTION aRCHIVE and
nopseudRating: -
Length: long
Brief summary: Normally horror isn't my thing and there were some scenes in this story that was a bit much for me, but the interaction between the guys and the guys themselves totally made up for it! It's a scary story but it's also absolutely hilarious, and of course it ends well for (almost) everyone :-)
Excerpt: The five of them huddled together, peering nervously around the corner at the crowd.
"How did they get here ahead of us?" Justin asked.
"How did they even know where the dressing room was at all?" Joey whispered. "I thought zombies were, like, mindless."
"They're fans, man," Chris said. "They know when our plane is gonna land, and which hotel we're gonna stay at, usually before we do. They can find a room backstage."
"Also, it says 'Dressing Room' on the door," Lance pointed out.
"Great," Chris said. "Literate zombies. Does this mean they're gonna make us sign shit for them before they eat our brains? 'To Urrrrrrrrgh, with love.'"
"Guys?" JC said. "Behind us."
The chanting was growing louder again, echoing down the hallway. Underneath it came the inexorable sound of thousands of shuffling feet, like a distant avalanche.
"Wasn't there another door into the dressing room?" Chris said. "It's gotta be through this way, somewhere. Come on, before they spot us."
The route led them though the locker room where their costumes hung on racks, ready for the next change. Remembering the noise in his earpiece, Joey wondered what had happened to his girl, and the others who should've been waiting there. Had the crew managed to make it out of the arena, or were they in the crowd somewhere, chanting along? Or worse.
Another doorway led around towards the back entrance to the dressing room. Joey was just starting to hope they might make it, when Justin brought up short.
"Uh-oh."
Link to the story: Party Like It's Nineteen Ninty-Nine or here
Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 28 Dream
Title: Sundreams
Author: Ninjetti, at Ninjetti's Fic Archive and
ninjetti75Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: This is a wonderfully weird and vibrant story about a strangely transformed Nsync. A joyous, jubilant celebration of friendship and of nature.
Excerpt: Joey was running, feet pounding against the ground as he smiled, grinning as he galloped across the plain. He had been in Elysium for a while, and it was lovely, but now his friends were there. He had wandered through the beautiful land for what had felt like a long time, and it was great, but it would be even greater to have his friends there with him. So he was running back to join them, the sun warm on his back, the wind cool on his chest and blowing over his face and through his hair as he thundered away from the forest and back toward the meadow.
Eventually Joey paused, when he reached the river, drinking deeply and splashing water over his chest and shoulders to cool off, and more down his back. He knew he was getting close to his friends; he could practically feel it.
Link to the story: Sundreams or here
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Date: 2007-02-16 05:06 pm (UTC)