"Death On The High Seas" & "Packaging"

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My prompt table/list.

Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 02 AU
Title: Death On The High Seas
Author: TNL, at Sweet Torture and tnl
Rating: -
Length: long
Brief summary: It will take all of M. Hercule Poirot's gray cells to solve the mystery of who killed the well-known film magnate L. J. Pearlman. Was it his bitterest rival, Mr Kirkpatrick of F-M-S Pictures, or perhaps Miss Jean Spears, the celebrated film star, or even the First Class steward, Howard Dorough, who was the last to see the murdered man alive? This is an absolutely delightful pastiche of an early Agatha Christie crime story! Everything, the writing, the dialogue, the whole atmosphere, feels completely right and the sparkly boys and girls fit seemlessly into this very original setting.

Excerpt: Once she had left the table, Pearlman turned to the film star with a vulpine smile. "It is a pity about JC, isn't it?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" the younger man gasped.

"All the cocaine, Justin, all the cocaine - it's finally caught up with him."

"Quiet, damn you!" Timberlake hissed, looking at me.

"Really, Justin - if the Colonel is not aware of Chasez's little problem, then he is hardly in a position to be of any assistance to Mr Poy-rut."

"Excuse me -" I said, setting my napkin aside.

Timberlake was already standing over Pearlman, his face distorted. "And whose fault would it be, LJ, that JC has a little problem?"

"Compose yourself," M. Poirot murmured, appearing at Timberlake's side.

Captain Richardson and Christopher Kirkpatrick had come around the table. "You... bastard," Kirkpatrick said, one fist already tensing.

Captain Richardson interrupted. "No. Not here."

Pearlman stood, a ghastly smile on his face. "Not here, Captain Richardson," he mocked. "Not anywhere, Kirkpatrick. You should talk some sense into young Timberlake. Or have you lost control over your contract players?" Pearlman wagged a finger in the Flapper King's face. "Don't be a fool, Justin. All the world knows about you and JC. Good night, gentlemen." He pushed his bulky body between Kirkpatrick and Captain Richardson. "And a special 'good night' to you, Captain." I could swear the hateful man winked, and Richardson's face went white.

Link to the story: Death On The High Seas


Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 22 UST
Title: Packaging
Author: Mercutio, at Mercutio's Stories and bard_mercutio
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: Nsync and their hapless publicist. An hilariously funny little story.

Excerpt: The publicist cleared her throat. "Which bring me to my next topic. Girlfriends. Fatone, you're fine. Get another girl pregnant though, and I hire someone to cut your balls off. Timberlake, make time to be seen in public with Britney sometime in the next week, holding hands and looking cute, because don't think I don't know about that McLean thing, no matter how quiet you think you're keeping it. Chasez -"

JC looked up from his pink sparkly notebook. "I'm dating Bobbie. I think?"

"Fine. I'll check on that for you. Bass, Kirkpatrick..."

Lance didn't look up. Chris looked innocent. "Yes?"

"You like girls. Repeat after me."

"'You like girls'," Chris repeated. "I like girly men."

Lance swatted Chris across the back of the head without looking up.

Link to the story: Packaging or here