Thursday - Futuristic

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Well, we're coming to the end of the week and our last theme is... the Future!  No, no, I don't mean a week or a year from today.  I'm talking the Jetsons, or Firefly, or even post-apocalyptic "damned dirty apes" future.  Think you can handle it?  Show what you think is going to happen hundreds or thousands of years from now with your favorite characters/pairings.

As always, follow the rules: 

* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* Keep spoilers out of the prompts until a week after air-date
* If your prompts get answered feel free to leave new ones
* Have fun and be nice! Remember to thank you ficprovider should your prompt get answered!

Remember, please be kind and gentle to our codemonkeys by prompting correctly.  (see above Planet of Apes reference? We do not want that on our hands. ;-)  ): 

Leverage/Firefly, the team, "To the black"

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, the hovercraft seems to be on the fritz again

As always, if you don't see anything that captures your interest please take a look at our lonely prompts.

theme=futuristic

Comments

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

"Lightsabers," Sam looked at the object in his hand. "We defeat the Devil...with lightsabers. Dean-" he paused, resisting the urge to start beating his head against the wall.

Dean had his lightsaber activated, spinning and jabbing at the air. "Look, Sammy, lightsabers! How cool is this?"

"Oh, god," Sam whispered. "You are such a kid...it's not even funny."

Dean was even making the goddamn sound effects.

"You got any better ideas?" Dean called. "C'mon, Sam. Lightsabers!" As if that made everything make sense.

Cas was standing still, holding his de-activated lightsaber. "How does this work?"

"You gotta use the power of the Force, Cas!" Dean prompted.

"The Force," Cas repeated, slowly. "I don't understand the reference."

"Lightsabers," Sam repeated, looking at Gabriel, then at Dean, then double-takes, looking back at Gabriel. "You didn't just..."

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows at Sam, licking his lightsaber. "Push up pop?" he offered.

Sam closed his eyes. Praying to God was moot at this point, trying to block out the mess that was his life.

Lightsabers. Life could not get much more insane.




"I've told you, Dean," Cas said, masking his impatience. "I don't understand what you're referring to. Who is Obi-Wan? And for the last time, you're our only hope."



I...um. Prompt. Right. Became..Sam + Team Free Will? So. Sorry. And. You know what? Just...sorry.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

That last line was so made of win :)

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

thanks!

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

This is amaaaazing. I laughed. Thank you so much! :D