INAUGURAL COMMENTMEME PARTY

[scifi-spnmod.livejournal.com]

Like science fiction? Like supernatural? Want someone to finally write that story where Robo!Sam is actually a robot version of Sam? Well then, come join our inaugural commentmeme party!

Fic and art both welcome!

WHEN PROMPTING:

In the Subject Line, please put:
1. PROMPT:
2. Pairing or Characters
3. Basic Idea (one or two words) of Prompt. Your prompts should be somehow related to both science fiction and supernatural, or at least be conductive to a fill in that direction.
4. What type of fill preferences you have-art or writing. If you don't have a preference for whatever type of fill, you can leave this off. Any comment that does not have this information can be filled with art or writing.

If you run out of room, or are using a style sheet that doesn't allow subject lines, put the information in BOLD at the top of your comment.

Within a message, put a more detailed version of your prompt, along with any other preferences you may have.

WHEN FILLING:

In the Subject Line, please put:

1. FILL:
2. Title (if any)
3. Pairing or characters
4. Any sort of warnings and rating. If your work contains underage, dubcon/noncon, or character death, you must warn for it, or say 'choose not to warn'. If the work contains material that is sexually explicit or exceptionally violent, you must have a rating that conveys that (M, R/NC-17, NSFW, ect)

OTHER MISCELLANIA:

1. You can prompt anonymously, or fill anonymously. You do not need a livejournal to participate.
2. You can fill prompts that have already been filled.
3. Don't be a jerk. Don't bash other people's prompts. Don't create prompts that seem like they're created solely for the purpose of riling up others. Mods reserve the right to define what those prompts look like.
4. If you have questions, please feel free to ask the mods below, or pm the mod account.
5. Wondering where all this talk about subject lines is coming from, when you don't have any in your comments? Go here. Uncheck the check box that says 'view in my style'. If you really do not want to give up your current style, you can place the information requested in bold at the top of the comment field.
6. Have fun, guys! ROBOTS. LASERS. SPACE. THE SAMULET AS A TRACKING DEVICE. C'mon. Enjoy yourselves.


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FILLS:

Insufficient Interface by sistabro
Sam, Dean, Castiel; no warnings; prompt by switchbladesis
Castiel resurrects Dean in an android body.

Long Spiral by ferricent
Jimmy Novak; no warnings; prompt by gabby_silang
Angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet.

The Time Traveller's Bartender by architeuthis
pre-Jared/Misha; no warnings; prompt by affablyevil
Misha is a hapless time-traveler who keeps ending up in Jared's orbiting space colony bar.

Residual Self-Image by architeuthis
Castiel, the Harvelles, others; violence; prompt by cordelia_gray
Heaven is the Matrix.

2083 by monicawoe
Sam, Ruby; R; prompt by gabby_silang
Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon biotech.

Battle Song by claudiapriscus
Dean, Sam, OCs; no warnings; prompt by honeylocusttree
Dean and Sam are immortal. In the distant future, a threat to the Earth forces them and the rest of humanity to evacuate to the stars.

Comments

QUESTIONS?

[scifi-spnmod.livejournal.com]

Have any questions? Respond to this comment.

PROMPT: Sam, Mary, Lucifer, Bloodchild Fusion

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

Mary had always known that she would have to give up one of her children. Now that Sam is grown, Lucifer has come to collect what is his.

Would like angels and vessels in a parasite/symbiote relationship. Can include MPREG or not, if you so choose. Full story can be found here (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/style/longterm/books/chap1/bloodchi.htm).

PROMPT: Angelic War, Short Video

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

Embeds seem not to be working, so check it out here (http://vimeo.com/37848135).

Scenes from an angelic war and/or trueform shenanigans. Take the imagery as literally as you like.

PROMPT: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Android Resurrections.

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

Angels can retrieve souls from heaven and hell, but they can't remake bodies. Not out of flesh and blood, anyway. Castiel tried his best to mimic human physiology, but he got a few things wrong.

Android Sam or Dean, please.

Re: PROMPT: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Android Resurrections.

[jaimeykay.livejournal.com]

:DDDDDDDDDDDDD

ART PROMPT: SUPERWHO, of a different sort

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

Bobby, Mary, John, Samuel, Rufus, or Ellen interacting with any of the doctors or companions from Old!who (Doctors 1-8). Can be any ship.

ART PROMPT: Jared, Misha Zardoz

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this film (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zardoz). Can contain one or the other or both. Mishalecki would be amazing.

FILL: Evil evil penis, (Jared/Misha) PG-13

[vicious-sock.livejournal.com]

Um... This was done quite a while ago, I'm so so so sorry, I had the tab opened but then the browser crashed, and couldn't find my way back until one kind soul alerted me. /o\



AWESOME prompt by the way. :)

PROMPT: Jared, Misha, time-travel, space bartending

[affablyevil.livejournal.com]

Misha is a hapless time-traveler who keeps ending up in Jared's orbiting space colony bar. Jared obligingly mixes him weird glowing drinks with tiny nano robots in them and isn't quite sure if he believes Misha's stories or not.

Reversed roles are welcome, as is Mishalecki or gen.

FILLED: The Time Traveller's Bartender, pre-Mishalecki

[architeuthis.livejournal.com]

This fic needs to be a few thousand words long. I need to run around this meme stuffing prompts into my cheeks like a chipmunk. Because you are tolerant of my flaws as a person, I give you one scene and an IOU for a completed fic.

----

"Do I drink the robot, or is that just garnish?"

This is a weird enough question to catch Jared's attention even during the last of the rush, when the hustle-and-bustle is still high and everyone wants him for something at once. There's a man near the end of the bar with his dark hair windblown and the right side of his face and body splashed with soot, except his eye, which is surrounded by the clean oval created by the goggles he is currently wearing pushed up to his hairline. He's holding a glass of two liquids, one clear, one purple, and there is indeed a miniscule robot in it. The liquids must have the same specific gravity, and mingle freely; the shrimplike undulations of the robot's many limbs send immiscible ripples and globules of them careening off the sides of the glass.

"Uh, I think you probably don't want to swallow it," Jared says. He should be offended this guy has brought a drink into his bar from elsewhere during prime time, but mostly he's just dying to know what's in it and where to buy the little robots.

"You mean you don't know?" the guy says, looking at his drink like it may contain poison as well as potentially dangerous machinery.

Okay, now Jared is a little offended. "How would I know anything about a drink you snuck in? Who made that? Was it Weatherly over at -- no, he's not that good."

"What are you talking --" the guy begins, but stops himself. There's something elaborate and electronic strapped to his left forearm, which he consults via a holographic interface that suggests this device is worth all of the real estate and half of the people in the rim; his brow wrinkles, then relaxes. "Wow, I'm so out of it I lost a whole year in the middle of conversation and didn't even notice. I'll be back, uh -- later." He grabs his drink, flickers, and is gone.

Okay. Either Jared is losing his mind, or he's just had an encounter with the richest man on the station -- no, in the entire system -- who has access to personal teleportation technology decades ahead of the military's wildest dreams. And the richest man in the system is also losing his mind. Nobody else in the bar seems to have noticed what just happened, but then, Jared has been systematically getting most of them drunk for the last several hours.

This should all be extremely worrisome, but as he sets up a line of shots for the group that just came up to the bar, Jared finds that he mostly wants to know how the drink works. Either one of the liquids is non-polar, or some kind of weird surfactant is involved to keep them from mixing. Can he make a liquor non-polar? Would it even be drinkable? He'll have to call Gen tomorrow and pick her chemistry brain. And not explain what inspired his curiosity.

The guy is back an hour and a half later, when things are winding down toward closing. As before, Jared doesn't see him come in; he turns around and the guy is just there, on a barstool, empty-handed this time. He has also bathed, put on fresh clothes, changed his goggles and priceless technological artifact out for similar but differently-styled versions of same, and apparently grown his hair out roughly seven centimeters.

"Hello again," Jared says, and the guy laughs like this is a joke. Jury's still out on which of them should be concerned about his grip on reality.

"Sorry about earlier," he says. "Rough day at the office."

"You looked like you'd been caught in an engine blast."

"It's not an office in the strictest sense. Can I get a drink?"

Jared drapes the towel he's been wiping the bar down with over his shoulder. "I need you to be a little more specific."

"Make me something fancy."

"How fancy?"

"I'd like to be uncertain how to drink it."

Maybe Jared likes him too much to care that he may be a hallucination.

PROMPT: Sam, Dean, whoever you want, Snow Crash

[sistabro]

Sam and Dean hunt ghosts/demons/digital Croatoan virus??? in the digital Snow Crash Metaverse (aka avatar populated virtual reality). Are angels and demons programs that developed sentience and went rogue?

PROMPT: SPN chars, MATRIX

[sistabro]

Supernatural Matrix style. DO THEY HAVE THEIR OWN SHIP CALLED THE IMPALA?

PROMPT: Cas, Aliens

[sistabro]

Cas = Ripley. Go.

WRITING PROMPT: Jensen, Misha, Lathe of Heaven

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

Jensen's dreams have the power to shape reality. Misha is his new therapist, who thinks he can use Jensen's power to make the world a better place.

Okay with whatever pairing you choose, or no pairing at all.

PROMPT: Spaceship!Jimmy

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

Castiel is in command of the USS Jimmy Novak when it's boarded by a hoard of pirates who style themselves as "Leviathans".

Re: PROMPT: Spaceship!Jimmy

[hovercarracer.livejournal.com]

Really want to fill this prompt but the idea in my head is ridiculously long and complicated... X_X

PROMPT: Any character(s), death in space

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

Heaven is the event horizon of a black hole.

Re: PROMPT: Any character(s), death in space

[salty-catfish.livejournal.com]

*_*

PROMPT: Dean, China Mieville's Bas-lag books

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

I carved you into a new animal, Dean.

Dean comes back Remade.

Re: PROMPT: Dean, China Mieville's Bas-lag books

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

makes small noises unfit for human ears

PROMPT: Any character(s), pioneering

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

After the Croatoan calamity devastates the Earth's population, a band of survivors strike out for the exo-planet Chitaqua. The alien landscape has its own dangers.

PROMPT: Sam, Dean, everyone, Titan AE

[sistabro]

John Winchesters was on the Titan project and he left his boys behind during the evacuation of Earth. And now they have to find the Titan to save humanity. Wiki entry for the movie here

PROMPT: Sam, Dean, Cas, TERMINATOR

[sistabro]

Fuck leviathans, it's the robots that end up destroying the world. KILLER ROBOTS FTW! Would love some Terminator: The Sara Connor Chronicles crossover action

PROMPT: Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon bio-tech

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

He knows it's wrong, that it's sick, but he just can't stop. He adds little enhancements bit by bit, stuff nobody will notice. But it gets out of hand, and there's no turning back.

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

Intriguing...
Very intriguing...

PROMPT: Jo the SPACE HUNTER

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

Not many people know about the things that live in the spaces between the planets. The ones who do sometimes take it upon themselves to protect the people who live in the system, to hunt in the dark. Jo's father was a hunter, and one day he didn't make it home. So Jo teaches herself to fly his rig, and she goes out to continue the job.

PROMPT: Sam, Dean, Starfleet

[destro.livejournal.com]

In every universe, Sam has the good sense to get out. In this universe, it's Starfleet.

Re: PROMPT: Sam, Dean, Starfleet

[inheritedjeans.livejournal.com]

YES.

PROMPT: Claire, Contact fusion

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

Claire listens at every radio, she looks from every telescope. She works at Arecibo and at the Very Large Array. Then, one day, she finally hears his voice again.

PROMPT: Sam, Lucifer, Michael, Adam, Allegorical Space (Uplift)

[sistabro]

Sam falls into a hole in the earth and instead of ending up in the expected cage, he instead finds himself in a ship traveling through E space a la the Uplift Series. E space is a type of hyperspace where things function allegorically. Example of this from one of the books. Lucifer's been here before, but everyone else has a whole shit load of baggage waiting to be expressed in physical allegories all around them. Sort of.. sci-fi, creepy surrealism? /fails at prompting

Re: PROMPT: Sam, Lucifer, Michael, Adam, Allegorical Space (Uplift)

[honeylocusttree.livejournal.com]

Oh hey, Uplift! It's been ages and now I remember so little of it, alas.

PROMPT: Winchesters, Borg, Home AU

[destro.livejournal.com]

Mary hunted all manner of things, until something hunted her back. Now John Winchester drags his children all across the galaxy, hunting the thing that took her away. "Took" being the operative word. Years later, What Wears Mary's Voice asks Dean and Sam to come home.

PROMPT: Sam, Dean, whoever you want, DUNE

[sistabro]

Spice = demon blood. Winchesters = House Atreides. Mary is a Bene Gesserit, Ruby too. Dean has a favorite sand worm and he never lets Sam drive. Dune, Children of Dune, just give me some glowing blue eyes, okay?

Re: PROMPT: Sam, Dean, whoever you want, DUNE

[inheritedjeans.livejournal.com]

I WANT THIS DONE.

PROMPT: Any angelic vessel, slow burn

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

Angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet.

FILL: Long Spiral (Jimmy) (Warnings: none)

[ferricent.livejournal.com]

Space takes no dominion of itself. There is a blooded poet's sense of frontier, of wilderness, of cold, untamed order in the rings of stellar grip and spin, but this does not linger in the regions of true cosmos. Here, even time is a null thing, the starlight centuries removed from present tense, the stars all still. Any pattern of stray matter belongs to the first moment of the universe. You can see it in the way the mass levels change on the readouts. You can see God's hand in the great wind.

The comet is a chunk of ice the size of a gymnasium, its carbon and ammonia frosts soaked in enough solar radiation to cook and sicken all the animals on the outskirt farms of your hometown. You have not calculated the number in this way, only dreamed it, the asphalt streets hot and empty, even the dirt roads warm in the glow, as the meek creatures lie down one by one. You wake from these dreams slowly. You check the engine sequences, write backup code for the ignition and sub-ignition cues. You stare at the trail of dust.

You rename the comet. Nothing sticks.

There is a pocket of synthesized etha__ that you have been harvesting on edge five, and today you will direct the gravity clamps that stitch you to the nucleus to idle you down to the eddy of charged gas. The computers have been ready for two weeks. You wait at the lip of the observance pod for the first line of bolts to disengage. There is just enough gravity to feel it happen. You have to imagine the second release, the short drop, the squeeze of your knuckles on the metal safety bar.

The harvest will last you out another month, but you are still two years on the map from Jupiter, where you will break from the comet and deliver your hold of telescope mirrors to the ISJ4 Orbit facility. They are building a sailcraft there that will dominate the planets, make your kind of comet-hopping obsolete. You try out female names, try to feel tender and sad about it. You won't name it Amelia. You cannot name it "Claire".

The etha__ is bottled blind. You check the machines' feeds and scrape a curl of ice from a frozen pock, saving the mass counts for later. In your quarters, you chew on a sponge soaked with a food pellet and a little chocolate and try to sleep. Music helps, and you drift off to some 2030's love song. The lyrics are too sweet. You'd prayed for this opportunity, to give your years to some frozen racer just like this one, to trace a circle on the sky.

When you dream, you are naked on the surface of the rock, the solar wind a whipping howl, your skin flayed white in the rush. You bend down and try to carve your name in the solid ice, but---you see? It is already written there. The gas does not peel it away, nor the dust erode it. It has been your own name, Jimmy, and the fire your own, and the light your body, mine.