Thursday - A Night On The Town
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comment_ficHi. I hope everyone has had as much fun this week prompting and ficcing as I have had being guest host. :) Today's theme is A Night On The Town.
A night out on the town is always fun and a great way for your favorite characters to enjoy themselves - whether they're fighting zombies, pulling a heist, or dancing the night away.
The usual rules apply -
+ No more than three prompts per fandom.
+ No more than five prompts at a time (though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more).
+ No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
+ Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
Please be thoughtful of the codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
Doctor Who, Eleven/River Song, late for a date
Sanctuary, Kate/Will, pizza and a movie
Sanctuary/Torchwood, Helen Magnus/Jack Harkness, they have a tradition of meeting every ten years in a cafe in Paris
If none of today's prompts catch your eye, please explore our Lonely Prompts.
theme="ANightOnTheTown"
A night out on the town is always fun and a great way for your favorite characters to enjoy themselves - whether they're fighting zombies, pulling a heist, or dancing the night away.
The usual rules apply -
+ No more than three prompts per fandom.
+ No more than five prompts at a time (though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more).
+ No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
+ Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
Please be thoughtful of the codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
Doctor Who, Eleven/River Song, late for a date
Sanctuary, Kate/Will, pizza and a movie
Sanctuary/Torchwood, Helen Magnus/Jack Harkness, they have a tradition of meeting every ten years in a cafe in Paris
If none of today's prompts catch your eye, please explore our Lonely Prompts.
theme="ANightOnTheTown"
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:10 pm (UTC)oh you evil evil muse you.
Date: 2010-07-01 03:07 pm (UTC)First thing was to get rid of of the roller coaster's cars. If you were supposed to fly, you couldn't be sitting down. That'd be like dancing a jig with your ankles tied together. Which Gabriel had tried, in an Amish community just before the turn of the 20th century, when he'd come in and talked up the imminent emergence of cell phones, just to fuck with them.
Next problem: merry-go-round. Who wanted to ride on boring old horses? Gabriel replaced them with any number of mythical beasts. Leviathan. Kraken. Minotaur. Hell, he even threw Bigfoot in there, though Bigfoot didn't exist. He rather liked their expressions, even if they tended to make children cry.
Ferris wheel? Boring! Gabriel made it a Moebius strip. By the time you were done riding it, you'd turned inside out.
The House of Mirrors was fun. He thought a long time about what to do with that. Show you what you'd look like when you got old? What you'd look like with no teeth, or three arms? But in the end he went for something a little more fun: each mirror showed you doing something that you never dared to imagine yourself doing. Starring you, as the serial killer. The crooked politician. The perv on the side of the road exposing himself to traffic. A glimpse at the little bit of evil in everyone. But it wasn't all bad. He threw in ninja and pirate, just for laffs.
The Haunted House. Delicious idea. Gabriel made it even scarier. Instead of vampires and witches and ghosts, you were assaulted by subprime mortgages. High blood pressure. Alimony payments. The sort of things that really spooked people.
What he did to the Tunnel of Love cannot be printed in most publications.
And just on a whim, for no particular reason and with no particular point, he made all the bumper cars Impalas.
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Date: 2010-10-09 03:02 pm (UTC)__________________________________________________
After he learned to live with his changed body, Angel took to climbing trees, ropes, parachute jumping, everything that would get him off of the ground for as long as possible. Ororo grew a bit concerned with his obsession but he brushed her off and Piotr never said a word about it. Sure he told Piotr that he misses his wings more than the flying and that still holds true but before he rarely ever had the freedom to fly.
It’s been a year exactly since someone shot Angel out of the sky and most mutants who were forcibly cured have reverted by now but not Angel. Hank tried to comfort him that re-shaping Angel’s entire body is probably not possible until the Cure has worn off completely but with every passing day Angel accepts more and more that he will never fly again.
He’s not interested in continuing his Father’s and his Grandfather’s inheritance because he’s not Warren Worthington 3rd anymore. He’s Angel and here at the mansion he is given, for once, enough time and space to decide what he wants to do.
It’s late afternoon when Piotr comes into their room, opens the closet and throws a shirt at Angel who lies half naked on their bed and reads.
“You never complained before about me being shirtless.” Angel grins when he holds up the shirt. Piotr gives him a mildly impatient look so Angel pulls the shirt over his head. It clings to him like all of his clothes do. HE has hidden his body for far too long and is sick of it.
“Where are we going?” He asks when Piotr takes his suit jacket from the closet.
“It’s a surprise.” Is the only answer he gets and as soon as he sits in the car Piotr binds a cloth around his head so that he can’t see.
“Isn’t that a bit much?”
“I don’t want you to run.”
‘Dancers in the Sky’ is the newest show by the Cirque du Soleil. Angel has never seen it but he heard about them. For a premiere they’re very casually dressed but he doesn’t care whether people stare at them because of their clothes or because Piotr has his arm securely wrapped around Angel’s shoulders.
The show is magnificent but Angel wants to cry because he wants to be up there and fly and fall and fly again. He wants to curse and to kiss Piotr for bringing him here.
“Why did you bring me here?” HE whispers.
“I don’t want to give up.” Piotr lays a hand on Angel’s cheek and strokes his temple with his thump: “You are more beautiful than them. I believe that I will see you fly and I want you to believe it, too.”
Angel slides over. He used to wrap his wings around himself when the emotions he felt became too much but he has no wings, only Piotr’s arms. They barely fit into one seat but they manage and here, safe and free, Angel allows himself to hope again.
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:16 pm (UTC)Sake-Bombing Angels (Suck at Karaoke): SPN, Team Free Will, PG
Date: 2010-07-02 01:22 am (UTC)"Yeah, well you shoulda said," Dean moans, "Yesterday." Bobby can only shrug, but smiles when Dean puts his head back down on the table. Bobby has always gotten a disturbing amount of pleasure out of Dean and Sam's (self-inflicted) pain.
Sam would say as much if speech wasn't so difficult with what felt like two bags of cotton balls crammed down his throat. Unlike Dean, Sam had gone easy on the sake bombs while Cas had been really going at it. But then the karaoke started. Eventually Sam decided he might as well be as drunk as the others - he couldn't stop their shenanigans and alcohol cut back on the feeling of (vicarious and direct) humiliation.
Sam is obviously an idiot. If he had stayed sober, he could have weathered the night's embarassment, remembered what else went on (and held it over Dean later), and he wouldn't feel like Death was back and had made Sam his bitch in the meantime.
"I have never experienced a worse sensation than this," Cas says from somewhere on the floor. "Except, possibly when I was smited by my brothers."
"What about the time you drank that liquor store?" Sam has to ask. His words are mostly intelligible.
"That was better."
"Yeah, well, as sorry as I am that you boys are having such a terrible morning," Bobby says, not sounding sorry at all, "I really don't think a hangover is at the top of your list of problems."
That doesn't sound good. Sam would go so far as to lift his head to say that it doesn't sound good, but Bobby's left the kitchen table and it doesn't seem worth it for Sam to muster the energy to go and find him.
Anyway, a moment later, Bobby returns with Sam's laptop. He sets it on the table in front of Sam and hits a key. Club sounds, whooping and yelling - and, above it all, a very poor rendition of "Lord Be My Treasure" being met with unfavorable reactions - comes out of Sam's speakers.
"What is that?" Castiel asks from the floor, in a grim voice.
Sam sits up. He groans. "YouTube," he says.
"I- What?"
Bobby looks in Castiel's direction. "Folks don't really take to hearin' gospel hymns in karaoke bars, son," he says.
Sam frowns. "How did this even-" Then he sees the name of the poster on the YouTube page. samsangelman26. Sam sighs. "Gabriel..." The implications are too much for his alcohol-addled mind. He can only imagine what he'll see if clicks on 'View This User's Other Videos'.
"Course, they didn't much take to you and Dean's duet either," Bobby tells Cas. "But then, I don't suppose Madonna meant for two men to sing that song together. Least not in public."
"Oh Lord."
Sam's never heard Cas blaspheme before.
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:21 pm (UTC)Filled - Don't Mess With The Fame Monster
Date: 2010-07-01 03:15 pm (UTC)"Oh, it was awesome - a few of the drag queens needed some more sequins on their gowns, though. Bite me, Sammy," Dean growled, struggling with the armful of the obviously very drunk former angel that he was currently supporting. "Sports bar, my ass... And the Lady Gaga drinks. You thought it would be funny to deliberately send us there? Something's really wrong with you, man."
"Just consider it payback," Sam shrugged.
"Forwhat?"
"I don't know...I'm sure that's there was still something I owed for, though."
"Cas, come on - sit down on the bed," Dean said, not at all impressed with his brother, as he tried to pry Castiel away from him.
"Nooo," Castiel protested. "Because if I let go of you, then everything will start spinning again, and...you smell nice."
"Not a godamn word," Dean growled again at Sam's look, and started to make his way over to the bed with Castiel still clinging and practically all out nuzzling him .
"Wow..You got him this drunk?"
"No, I got myself this drunk," Castiel answered.
"One too many 'Fame Monster's," Dean explained. "I tried to get him to slow down."
Castiel finally sat down on the bed, groaned and massaged his temples. "Even one of those 'Fame Monster's was one too many. Never, ever have one."
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:22 pm (UTC)extra points if Eliot has to stop Hardison from hacking :D
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:37 pm (UTC)No Fic, but
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:43 pm (UTC)Dry Charge
Date: 2010-07-03 07:20 pm (UTC)Michael stared at Fiona’s back as she bent over the cardboard carton, tying together the fuses.
“I know how explosives work,” he said.
“This is a matter of life and death,” Fiona informed him. “Be sure to keep the strands independent of the ignition point until it’s the right moment…”
Michael brushed aside Fiona’s hair. “I know how to do this, Fiona.”
“Then why did you invite me here?”
He pecked her forehead. “I wanted to make some fireworks of our own.” He kissed her earlobe. “The kind I don’t want my mother to see.”
Fiona grinned into Michael’s neck as they embraced in the dim light of the kitchen. “Ignore my instructions.”
“Huh?”
“About not getting the fuse wet,” she breathed, giving him a big kiss.
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Date: 2010-07-01 11:09 pm (UTC)The level of ambient lighting wasn't, technically, any higher than it was in Gotham. For all the reputation Gotham had as a place of shadows, it was much like any other city. No, it wasn't the light that was bothering Jason, it was the lack of white out lenses.
Tim spoke to himself as much as Jason when he said softly, "We'll get used to it."
((Okay I'm pretty sure this isn't as hopeful as you probably wanted but it popped into my head and wouldn't leave so hopefully it's okay!))
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