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[fiercelydreamed]

 It is my distinct pleasure to drop the flag and let you all know that prompt replies can now be posted to the community!

Please review the guidelines if you haven't for the header and tag systems -- my apologies, we still don't have fandom-specific tags set up (the best intentions and RL schedules don't always mix), but we'll come back soon to add the missing tags for the works that have gone up. General posting of all works will begin next week on September 30th. 

Codifying the Sun [Alan Turing RPF by Quinara]

[quinara]

I'm so excited about this community! Thanks, fiercelydreamed and the other mods for setting it up.

This is a prompt response for thene, who provided the quote: "We are trying to build a machine to do all kinds of different things simply by programming rather than by the addition of extra apparatus." I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but hopefully it's OK!

Title: Codifying the Sun
Author: quinara
Universe/Type of Work: RPF (Alan Turing + a couple of OCs)
Contains: A potentially too nostalgic view of 1930s Cambridge life in 2500(ish) words.
Summary and Notes: Turing spends an important afternoon in the sunshine. I would like to apologise to Dr. Turing's memory for creating him two friends whom he probably wouldn't have been able to stand. Sorry!

( Codifying the Sun )

Games People Play [Merlin fanfiction by lady_ganesh]

[lady_ganesh]

A prompt response for such_heights: Morgana's not the least bit interested in men, but she's learning to make the performance fun.

Title: Games People Play
Author: lady_ganesh
Universe: Merlin
Type of Work: Drabble
Contains: Yet another ahistorical look at Arthurian England

Games People Play

Morgana was beautiful. She'd grown up knowing it. She'd grown up knowing, too, that boys held no interest to her, but that she'd best make a show of caring when she got older.

What she didn't realize was how much she'd grow to enjoy the performance; the sparkling gowns, the brilliant smiles, giving a man enough attention to keep him intrigued, but not enough to encourage anything appropriate.

It was a game; simple on the surface, but at the more difficult levels, as exciting and challenging as wielding a sword.

And everyone-- everyone-- knew she was a master.