Monday: Crossing Over
Jul. 29th, 2013 07:00 amHello, everyone. I’m your host for the week,
gladdecease, and today's theme is an oldie but a goodie - crossovers! Prompts can be anything you like, so long as they involve two or more fandoms.
The rules still haven't changed:
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
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The rules still haven't changed:
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom 1/Fandom 2, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
- Supernatural/Teen Wolf, soulless!Sam Winchester/Kate Argent, they got on like a house on fire - just the way she liked it
- Doctor Who/Warehouse 13, any, there's a TARDIS in the Warehouse
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Date: 2013-07-29 11:02 am (UTC)The Strangers, Addams Family/Welcome to Night Vale, rtaed G
Date: 2013-07-29 02:31 pm (UTC)Our top story today, listeners is that many of you have been reporting seeing some strange sights in town today. John Peters claims to have run into a tall, grey stranger at Ralph's who moaned at him before opening the door and ushering him inside. Isn't opening doors for one another a nice trend? That's definitely something we should see more of out there, Night Vale.
Telly the barber, that foul fiend responsible for shearing Carlos' beautiful locks back in the day, has been reported as running down Route 800 with a pair of clippers shouting, "Did you see him? The man was made of hair! A man of hair! Entirely of hair! It must be mine!" Then he made vague threatening gestures with his clippers directed at the Sheriff's secret police. I think that might be the last we see of Telly for a while, folks. Good riddance.
And now for a look at traffic....
Well, this is interesting, listeners. A hand has been spotted skateboarding down Ouroborous Road. Although creating quite a stir due to folks who have stopped their cars to stare at his, its? Its progress, it appears to be in no distress and the Hooded Figures kindly request everyone just move about their business.
This has been traffic, so now, onto the weather!
....... musical interlude in the form of The Addams Family, by Vic Mizzy .......
This just in, there are reports of the construction at the far edge of the Whispering Forest of a large Victorian manor with three spires, a drawbridge and wrought iron fencing. According to radio station intern, Sara, Old Woman Josie updated her facebook status to say that the Angels like to see Night Vale growing and that anyone who can turn on a light bulb by sticking it in their mouths is okay in their books. Thank you for that update, Josie. Oh, will you look at that? She's also posted a gifset of a corgi puppy in a life jacket jumping off a dock, how adorable. Tweet me the link to that, will you, Sara?
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Date: 2013-07-30 02:30 am (UTC)Not good, Dexter thought as he realized that he was tied to the chair, good and tight too.
He sighed. This wasn't supposed to go.
It had been a long time since he had had someone on his table, but these two deserved it more than anyone. They were monsters, worse than him: they murdered, then dug up the grave to burn the body. They were into some kind of weird demon ritual worship Dexter had never heard of. Sometimes, they came back years later to kill their victims' friends. They changed their killing method constantly to avoid being tracked. And they posed as law enforcement to avoid suspicion.
That last part, Dexter respected.
Dexter had been careful apprehending them, followed the Rules. He knew the two men were capable, so he went after them one at a time, starting with the one who walked alone through a strip club parking lot.
He didn't remember what happened next, but somehow the guy must havegotten the jump on him.
Dexter looked around. Around the floor, there was a circle of red paint with some ritual symbol in the middle.
Great, Dexter thought, Now I'm their next ritual sacrifice.
"Look who's awake," the stripper fan said, smile mocking him, "Let's see what we have here."
The man took a knife and sliced a light line across Dexter's forearm.
Blood sample, Dexter thought, How fitting.
But the man looked at the blood like he was surprised by it. Then he took a silver spoon and started rubbing it on Dexter's skin, watching him closely as if he expected some dramatic result.
Weirdest fucking serial killers ever.
Then the tall one stepped up to him and threw a vial of liquid in his face. Dexter flinched on instinct but it was just water. Dexter spit the excess off of his lips and looked quite annoyed.
"Don't you worry, princess," strip club said, "We'll figure out what you are." He and the tall one went over to the corner to discuss him. Probably talking about the best way to kill Dexter. With these guys, it usually involved something elaborate and grotesque.
Dexter tested his ropes again. There was no way out. Nothing nearby to help him get out either.
He was stuck.
He was going to die here. He was never going to have anyone on his table again.
Dexter sighed. Harry would be so disappointed.
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Date: 2013-07-30 02:30 am (UTC)Parker grinned. "You are the best hostess ever."
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Date: 2013-08-09 09:16 pm (UTC)It had been a bit of a job determining who the victim actually was. He'd had a wallet on him, but it was the wallet of a much younger man. They'd gotten lucky when his fingerprints popped up in the police database thanks to some petty crimes, but ...
"That's a mistake," she says, squinting. "That has to be his son. Or his grandson."
"Who has the same name, fingerprints, and whose wallet he was carrying?" Castle shook his head. "I get that I'm usually wrong about these things, but you can't tell me that man looks 23."
"Some mutated form of Progeria?" Esposito says. Castle rolls his eyes. Esposito shrugs.
"If it was, it aged him decades in a couple hours," Ryan says, slapping another photo on the desk. "That was taken when he stopped at a tollbooth. Check the timestamp."
"So, maybe our guy copied his fingerprints, or switched them in the database somehow. Tried to take over his life, got close enough to steal his wallet," Beckett muses.
"Maybe," Castle says, eyes sparkling. "I guess we'll see."
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"What the hell?" Beckett says, shooting blindly back into the alley. "No, seriously. What the hell?"
"Told you!" Castle says. He'd be a bit more gleeful if he wasn't running for his life. He was still pretty gleeful, though.
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