Round Robin

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Welcome to the next DiaLJ challenge. This time we're going for something a little bit different…

A Round Robin.

To those of you not in the know, a Round Robin is basically a joint story writing enterprise. In a few moments, I will post the first paragraph of, what I hope will prove to be, a communal magnum opus. *g*

Your task will then be to contribute, moving the story along to what generally turns out to be an unlikely and ridiculous conclusion.

Rules are this….

1. Only one section at a time, please, posted as a comment under the original post with one section equalling approx. 200 words. Less is fine, more could be problematic. Remember we're going for frequent changes here, not one person trying to complete the entire tale.

2. It might be that you post your 200 words just as someone else does, but to avoid it getting confusing all we can say is - hard luck. Please delete your contribution and try again with another section, otherwise it'll get confusing.

3. To that end, please *please* check where the story has got to before you contribute and follow on from the last comment/section written.

4. Please no story hogging! Only one contribution per person in a row!

5. The mod - that's me *g* - has the final say in the event of any confusion or problems.


This challenge will run until the 2nd of February, however if the first story stalls out, one of the mods will begin another. And if it proves popular, we can run it for a little longer.

Sound like fun? Then get your writing hats on, cos here it comes….

Round Robin - Start

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The crowd milled, mindless government employees chattered, drinks were supped. Feeling like a cross between a stuffed shirt and a spare groom at a wedding, Bodie worried at his bow tie and tossed a hopeful look at his partner. For two hours they'd suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous speeches, surely no one would miss them if they slipped out now. Duty done. They'd had plans for this evening, and none of them involved the brainless blondes from the Home Office that Doyle was busy chatting up.

Much to Bodie's annoyance, Doyle ignored him. That would never work. If he wanted to Doyle to himself - and the aforementioned plans had included just the two of them in Bodie's bed - he had to at least get Doyle to listen.

In such circumstances, there was only one solution, and that was rhubarb.

Leaning forward, so his chin propped uncomfortably on Doyle's shoulder, Bodie gave the idea a whirl. "Rhubarb."

The conversation ground to a halt as all attention turned his way. Bodie grinned. Mission accomplished. "It's what extras say in crowd scenes," he offered by way of explanation.