Friday Free For All
May. 28th, 2010 07:00 amWelcome to Friday, y'all.
You know what that means, no theme today. Any prompt, any fandom, any pairing...it's all good today...so bring it on!
Please do remember to follow the simple rules, no more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 prompts in a row so that everyone gets a chance to play along. No spoilers in the prompt for at least a week after air/publish date, so everyone has a chance to see it first. If the fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces between the warning and the start of the fic.
For the sake of our hard working Code Monkeys, please format your prompts properly:
RPS, Jared Padalecki/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, public appearances
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, long time coming
Crossover:
Leverage/Justified, Eliot/Raylan, blood and whiskey
Go have some fun!
You know what that means, no theme today. Any prompt, any fandom, any pairing...it's all good today...so bring it on!
Please do remember to follow the simple rules, no more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 prompts in a row so that everyone gets a chance to play along. No spoilers in the prompt for at least a week after air/publish date, so everyone has a chance to see it first. If the fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces between the warning and the start of the fic.
For the sake of our hard working Code Monkeys, please format your prompts properly:
RPS, Jared Padalecki/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, public appearances
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, long time coming
Crossover:
Leverage/Justified, Eliot/Raylan, blood and whiskey
Go have some fun!
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Date: 2010-05-28 02:07 pm (UTC)Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do"
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Date: 2010-05-28 02:22 pm (UTC)Lucifer pointed at Michael. "He did it." Michael protested immediately, smacking Lucifer, hard, with the flat of his sword.
It was a foam sword, mostly because metal hadn't been created yet.
"It is so!" Lucifer shouted. "You just didn't want to be the robber, but I called 'cop' first so that meant you--" Michael hit him again, and Lucifer whirled on him, grabbing for the sword and trying to wrench it out of Michael's hands; Michael kicked him in the shin -- then God reached forward, grabbing them both by the napes of their necks and dragging them apart.
"I don't care who started it," He said calmly -- as calmly as was possible for a deity who had been dealing with seven bored archangels for what was, technically, all of time. Time wasn't all that old, yet, but it was all that existed so far.
And so far, it was an eternity. At least the other five were more or less doing what he told them to.
God gave them each a shake. "There is an entire galaxy that is now scattered in pieces and I don't even know if I can make the planets form correctly in it. I swear to-- um, crap, I can never think of how that should end. Anyhow," God shook his head and glared at the two, who were, at least, now looking a bit repenent. Or guilty, which was close enough.
Lucifer pointed again at Michael. "It's his fault," he said quickly, as if knowing he had to get his accusation out before God could shout at him to be quiet.
"I don't care whose fault it is,' God repeated. "You two are going to fix it. I want you to go out there, clean up that mess, and if you can actually get a planet to form that can support life -- then you two are going to be responsible for it. And I don't want to hear any more arguing!"
As they left, grumbling, Michael hissed, "I get to be the cop this time!"
"Fine, you big whiny baby," Lucifer pouted. "Won't matter if we don't get dad's stupid galaxy working."