Crazy Crossover Conversations Meme

[rheasilvia]

Seen at ignipes' LJ:

Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.

I'm changing this slightly to include only fandoms I like, so as to minimize potential problem sources in writing these. :-) If you don't know what fandoms I know and like: My LJ interests are far from being a complete list, but they're a place to start. Also, anything I've ever talked or written about in a positive way is fair game.

There are some characters that refuse to talk to me, but I will do my best. *g*

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[executrix.livejournal.com]

Snape and Rahm Emanuel

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

While I know who Rahm Emanuel is, I confess that I know nothing at all about him beyond that! I don't feel up to writing him, I'm afraid... might I ask for someone else?

[executrix.livejournal.com]

OK! Snape and Drama!

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

"A mere two centuries ago, both Transfiguration and Charms were regarded as amusing hobbies for bored aristocrats, useless for any practical purposes – not to mention slightly dubious in terms of morality," the Snap person slouching at the bar next to him says, and knocks back another drink. Drama watches his dark glower in admiration. It's the greatest glower he has ever seen, seriously. "And now, now the benighted practitioners of these disciplines regard themselves as blablabla –"

Benighted practitioners! Oh, that is fucking brilliant. Drama has got to say that in the next episode. He is going to say it with exactly that accent and that kind of expression on his face and it will be so fucking cool it will knock everyone's socks right off –

"What in the name of Merlin's sweaty balls are you doing, you imbecile?"

Drama abandons the attempt to copy the impressive glower and coughs, casting around for a new subject. "So you're the potions master, huh. That's awesome, man, seriously. You can get the good stuff, right?"

Oh fuck yes, that is such a beautiful glare.

"If I could reduce my intelligence to the point where I might actually approach your level of conversation, I – oh, who am I fooling." And he deflates a little on his chair. "I teach cretins like you every day. Sex, drugs and broomsticks, that's all any of you creatures care about."

"Broomsticks?" Huh. "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but, uh, I'm not into broomsticks. No offence, right? Nothing against them that like, uh, *broomsticks*. Just not my deal."

Which is when Snap collapses forward and beats his forehead against the bar.

Foreigners. They're weird.