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Thursday - Futuristic

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.



Jun. 4th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
Doctor Who, any, if you go far enough, you'll find even the Doctor doesn't know everything
Jun. 5th, 2010 09:31 am (UTC)
"Okay," Amy said, cautious not to leave the safety of the TARDiS upon first glance of the world surrounding them. "I'm confused."

The Doctor popped his head out, a lopsided smirk on his face. "Oh, wow." He said, hopping straight out of the police box and onto the florescent ground, sinking straight to his ankles. He let out a pleasantly surprised gasp. "What in the--"

"Doctor, get back in here!" Amy shouted. Steam, of a sort, rose out of the spots where his feet had sunk in. Amy grasped onto the Doctor's shoulder and tried pulling him back out. "I thought," she said, tugging on him against his will, "you told me," she yanked again, "that we were going to," tug, "a nice, relaxing planet!" She tugged once more, and, losing her grip, fell back into the TARDiS, hard on her rear.

"I did say that, didn't I?" The Doctor agreed absentmindedly. Amy gathered herself up and dusted the seat of her shorts off.

"This isn't very relaxing to me," she chided.

The Doctor made a non-commital sound, and trudged forward in the jello'esq floor. "Do you see that over there?" He asked. Amy tried to look, but couldn't quite make heads or tails of anything around her. For one, there wasn't quite any sky above, nor even a ground. What there was of it, of anything she saw, was almost translucent and glowed faintly. There were mounds of... stuff... everywhere. Honestly, it was almost like one of those 3D images you have to cross your eyes to see, only she was never very good at figuring those out.

"No, Doctor, I don't see."

"Over there," he said excitedly.

She looked again, but shook her head, slightly aghast. "I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about. What is it?"

The Doctor paused, then, looking over his shoulder with a manic smile, said, "I haven't any idea. Let's go and poke it with a stick, shall we?"


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