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Fic: Corbel & Squinch's Universal Compendium of Everything (v.1)

Er. I think this is the beginning of a rather long, rambling story sparked by the above title. Thanks to dad for the inspiration and Ian's name. If I can stay focussed, more should follow.

Odd, Ian didn't sound like he was joking.

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Corbel & Squinch's Universal Compendium of Everything
by Brat Farrar


"Gabe," Ian said, staring intently at the ceiling. His cousin didn’t respond, more intent on his studies than on the other’s bored ramblings. "Gabe," Ian repeated more forcefully, sitting up from where he lay sprawled on the floor.

"Mm?" Gabe kept writing, refusing to be distracted yet again. He was trying to do his German homework, which was proving difficult enough without Ian’s interference.

"Gabe!" Ian finally yelled, exasperated by Gabe’s lack of an enthusiastic response.

"What?" Gabe snapped, looking up from his books, annoyed at having his concentration broken. Only two sentences remained to be translated, and if Ian would just stop interrupting him, he’d be able to finish.

"Let’s write a compendium." Odd, Ian didn’t sound like he was joking, but that meant little. He was a master of dead pan deliveries.

"Of what, literature and coffee?" Not that either knew much about the latter, except that it had caffeine in it and your hands shook if you drank too much.

"Of everything."
^____^ I don't know what the heck kind of order I'm reading things in hereabouts, but I do love stumbling through the front door, so to speak, every now and then, and finding more and more lovely bratfarrar bits! And here I was wondering all this time if my idea that Ian and Gabe were Corbel & Squinch was right or not.... *eyeroll* =P
It's funny reading this after almost two years, because none of this is accurate any more--the characters have shifted, the POV has shifted, the compendium is going to be Ian's on-campus job and someone else's idea, etc. The only things that are the same are the title, names, and world. And I have a feeling things could shift a bit more before a final draft.
We-ell, I wouldn't say I know what I'm doing so much as I keep flailing around until I run into something that seems solid. The story's already there. I'm just trying to figure out what it is and who exactly the characters are.