DPP: It's Supernatural!
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no_takebacksHey kids, I'm driving the DPP train this week, so get ready cause here it comes!
Thought we'd kick off this week by starting with some wild and wacky. BSG was often praised for being a realistic, down-to-earth show despite the "evil robots in space" basic premise. But for today, let's embrace the over-the-top, out-of-this-world possibilities. Here's a list of imaginary or supernatural creatures and ideas. How would you incorporate one or more events into the show? How would Kara or Lee react if they were to come in contact with some of these things? Who would be the Scully (skeptic) and who would be the Mulder (true believer)? Write a fic if you feel moved, a drabble or something longer, or just give us the title or the first line. Sky's the limit.
vampires
unicorns
elves
werewolves
zombies
ghosts
dragons
time travel
psychic abilities (telepathy, telekinesis, etc)
soul bonding
magic spells
aliens (not counting cylons)
any other paranormal element you can come up with
Here's some visual inspiration to get you going!
Thought we'd kick off this week by starting with some wild and wacky. BSG was often praised for being a realistic, down-to-earth show despite the "evil robots in space" basic premise. But for today, let's embrace the over-the-top, out-of-this-world possibilities. Here's a list of imaginary or supernatural creatures and ideas. How would you incorporate one or more events into the show? How would Kara or Lee react if they were to come in contact with some of these things? Who would be the Scully (skeptic) and who would be the Mulder (true believer)? Write a fic if you feel moved, a drabble or something longer, or just give us the title or the first line. Sky's the limit.
vampires
unicorns
elves
werewolves
zombies
ghosts
dragons
time travel
psychic abilities (telepathy, telekinesis, etc)
soul bonding
magic spells
aliens (not counting cylons)
any other paranormal element you can come up with
Here's some visual inspiration to get you going!
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Date: 2011-06-06 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-06 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-06 02:47 pm (UTC)This was the perfect thing to wake up to. I think we need new Starbuck and old Starbuck side by side on unicorns. :)
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Date: 2011-06-06 03:42 pm (UTC)Quick and dirty for ya: Starbuck on a unicorn
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Date: 2011-06-06 04:12 pm (UTC)Vampires
Date: 2011-06-06 07:38 pm (UTC)The transparent glass that lined the CIC mirrored monitors and blinking lights; it was enough to placate the subconcious mind, which hardly registered the absence of human reflection. Cain’s private quarters boasted a vast array of ancient weapons, all firearms – nothing pointed, nothing wood.
The few survivors of the civilian ships the Pegasus had ravaged said nothing about what had happened to them or their families. But they made strange signs when a Pegasus crewmember passed, and whispered fervently in what looked like prayer. Rumors abounded about murderous conflicts between officers – it was said that Cain had ‘devoured the life’ of her own XO in full sight of the crew. Fisk claimed to remember the very spot where the man had been executed, but when Lee looked, he found no drop of blood staining the carpet.
After the Cylon escaped and took her revenge, Cain’s crew insisted on providing their Admiral with a closed casket and refused to allow any outsiders to examine the body.
When Lee attempted to inspire his new crew with the promise of Earth – with the beautiful dream that someday they might feel the sun on their faces again – he caught a hint of horror in their gaze. As a body, they seemed to edge closer to the bulkheads and the small windows that displayed the perpetual night of deep space.
He didn’t put it all together until he held his first officer’s meeting as Commander. Kendra Shaw waited for his formal invitation, then stepped into his quarters, moving silent as a shade. Lee’s skin prickled – he set it down to nerves – and he decided to try and lighten the mood. He gestured to the bottles on the sideboard, and offered her a drink.
“Oh, Commander,” she said, her black, dead eyes drawing close, “I never drink...wine.”
Re: Vampires
Date: 2011-06-06 07:53 pm (UTC)(PS And now I'm thinking Kendra tried to eat Kara for dinner and perhaps Lee is investigating. ha ha.)
(P.P.S. Stay tuned to the LAD comm tomorrow! I have it on pretty good authority that one of your prompts might come out to play. ;)
Re: Vampires
Date: 2011-06-06 07:54 pm (UTC)Re: Vampires
Date: 2011-06-06 08:15 pm (UTC)Unicorn
Date: 2011-06-06 08:38 pm (UTC)She looked up, her sight blurring, and got lost in pure white. A soft muzzle brushed over her hair, and an elegant, long-necked arch of warmth sank down to settle beside her, shielding her from the neighboring firefight. She clung to the creature without thought, the heavy bulk of its muscled flank a wonderful comfort. Its mane tickled her nose, and then she hissed as it shifted, catching her gaze with familiar eyes.
Slowly, it bent its horn to graze across her stomach, and she nearly screamed. But the tingling pulse that shot through her tortured side was soothing. Her pain dropped away as if it had never existed, even the memory of it gauzing over, safely layered away. Awestruck, she ran a finger over her new scars and found only smooth skin in their place.
“Where have you been all my life?” she whispered. “Where have you been?”
The unicorn blinked, his gaze ancient and sad.
“Kara? Kara!” Sam was coming, crashing through the undergrowth, sounding frantic. The unicorn began to rise.
“Thank you,” Kara managed, and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see him go.
Re: Vampires
Date: 2011-06-06 08:40 pm (UTC)(Re: LAD fic - sqqqquuuueeeeee!!!! I seriously can't wait to see what you've done!)
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Date: 2011-06-06 08:41 pm (UTC)Re: Vampires
Date: 2011-06-07 12:14 am (UTC)Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 12:21 am (UTC)She had landed her viper on the planet's dark side hoping to avoid detection, but as it turned out her precautions only made her presence more noticeable. The sign to her right said that it was called the Hellmouth and there had never been a place more aptly named.
They were on her before she had a chance to pull her gun from her holster. That was before she knew that its bullets were useless. Before she felt hungry arms encircle her from all sides, holding her in place and watching as her life drained out. But Starbuck wasn't one go down without a fight. What should have been her last act, turned into a new beginning, as her teeth sunk into the neck of one of her attackers. Bringing with it unbearable pain, agony so much worse than any that she had endured before. She waited for death, for the easing of her suffering but it would not come, would never come.
It was then that she learned of her new status, of the status of most of the 'people' on Earth. Humans were precious now, rare commodities chained up in pens like animals. Farms they were called. The irony wasn't lost on her.
For the first few days, she lived like her new comrades. She hunted, she sunk her fangs into flesh, and she partied. Soon her initial hunger was sated, and she knew that she had a higher purpose. To make sure that the Fleet never found Earth. Never found hell. Better for them to live out their days hoping for something they would never reach, to die quickly in combat, than to reach the promised land only to be imprisoned in farms or become the undead feeding off their loved ones.
It took weeks to plan her escape, to destroy the footage of her gun camera, to doctor the ship's clock. Her hair got longer; she never noticed. None of her fellows paid her any attention as she worked throughout the long nights. They had seen many go insane before and this was no different. Her last act was to scrub and paint her viper until it was pristine, all traces of where she had been hopefully hidden where they would never be found.
She prayed the whole way back, even though she wasn't certain that the Gods existed anymore. But they must, for how else had she been transported back home, back to Lee's side. It was a miracle pure and simple.
The mask of Starbuck protected her as she landed on Galactica, false bravado and euphoria turning to anger when faced with looks of scepticism and disbelief. She had expected their shock and was prepared for it, but nothing could prepare her for the feeling of being wrapped in Lee's arms. The sent of him an intoxicating drug that left her wanting more than just his blood, but she pushed him away. Then did the same to Sam.
Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 12:21 am (UTC)The madness set in quickly and she let it. Three days of flight was far too long to go without her fix of blood. She still heard the voices around her. The Admiral and Roslin convinced that she was a cylon arguing loudly while Sam quietly begged them to test her, to be certain. Lee's soothing voice speaking meaningless words of comfort as she sank further and further into the corner of her cell.
Some of the madness was faked, but most of it wasn't, the tears streaming down her face certainly were real. In one of her more lucid moments, she asked for paper and a pencil, the precious goods passed to her by a sympathetic guard. She wrote what had happened to her, why the fleet much never be allowed to reach Earth, what would be found if they finally managed to test her blood. She knew that there was every possibility that they wouldn't believe her, but she had to try, had to save the fleet that she had worked so hard to protect. She scratched her finger into her palm hard enough to bleed when she thought that the Private wasn't looking, and let the blood drip onto the bottom of the page.
She folded the paper carefully wrote Lee's name on the front and settled back into her corner to wait for shift change. While her guards were distracted, she pulled aside her tanks and drove the sharpened pencil into her heart.
The dust that was all that was left of Kara Thrace settled to the floor, but she wasn't there to see it. Nor would she watch as those same ashes were scattered into the four winds of a planet called 'Earth'. Not the Earth of myth and scripture a place of torment and hell, but a planet a paradise found by a ragtag fleet of humans and rebel cylons. Watching as the specks of a former life merged with the setting sun Lee Adama smiled.
Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 12:45 am (UTC)Saul had gotten himself thrown off their latest job, and Bill had followed him out the hatch as he always did. They wound up pissed out of their minds in the worst bar of the worst backwater on Gemenon, and their insistent singing inevitably offended the wrong people. They refused to shut up, switched to the Caprican anthem, even; there was a scuffle, a yelp, and a dog that seemed huge through the haze of their booze. The next morning when they woke up in jail they couldn’t remember any details, but Saul was sporting a new tattoo – a pentagram – and Bill had a red welt across his forearm. He couldn’t tell if the teeth-marks were human or animal, but they were definitely infected.
The marks faded soon enough, and he thought no more about it for six months; he saw nothing but the bowels of mining ships in that time, and his first day planetside, heading home to Carolanne and the boys, seemed like a dream.
His first night planetside was a nightmare.
Saul was with him, thank the gods, and took him down before he could tear out any throats. In the morning Bill’s body went into shock; he shivered, naked and crying on the grungy motel floor. Saul kept him the hell away from hospitals and doctors, bundling him into a private shuttle he paid for with half his month’s salary. He got him off-world, far enough into space that the pull of the planetary moons couldn’t reach him.
They made up flimsy, desperate lies to placate Carolanne, who had waited at the station for hours with their boys before deciding her husband wasn’t coming home. After that, Bill timed his visits in the short windows between celestial waxes and wanes, never at home more than three weeks and missing birthdays and anniversaries that fell outside his safety zone. He never tried to tell his wife the truth; she’d stopped believing in him years ago.
He clawed his way back into the Colonial Service – the last gift of his dying marriage – and, when ordered too close to a planetary system’s lunar surfaces, he handed control to his XO and locked himself in his quarters. The transformations were horrendous; he once woke with a bleeding gash stretched down the center of his chest from stomach to sternum. The taste of his own blood coated his mouth, and it never quite cleared, no matter how long and hard he brushed.
He was used to thinking of his illness as the bane of his life. But in the end, even lycanthropy had its uses.
The Cylons were ruthless and competent. They planted their agent, they armed her and trained her, and at the proper moment, she raised her gun to his gut and shot him down – stomach, chest, heart – in the middle of his own CIC.
Too bad for them, she wasn’t using silver bullets.
Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 01:13 am (UTC)Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 01:13 am (UTC)Lovely writing, and such a complete story in so brief a space! Kudos!
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:16 am (UTC)Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 01:21 am (UTC)Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 01:25 am (UTC)Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 01:28 am (UTC)Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-07 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-07 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-07 02:26 am (UTC)Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 02:45 am (UTC)You are SO awesome! I love this Rachel. I was laughing so hard. The taste of blood...? The endless toothbrushing? Hee hee!!!
Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 02:48 am (UTC)The pentagram thing is a less well-known aspect of the werewolf myth: it is said that the werewolf can see the mark of the pentagram on the skin of his next victim. Bill sees it on Saul because Saul will be the first person he attacks, though fortunately Saul is a total bad-ass and does not get his throat torn out, and takes down Bill before he can hurt anyone else either. This is all the result of my being raised on 1940s Universal horror films - Lon Chaney Jr.'s "The Wolfman" was one of my dad's favorite movies of all time, and I always remember the scene where he stares into the palm of the woman he loves and sees the star appear in her hand and he knows that he is going to kill her. Poor werewolves have it rough :(
Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 02:53 am (UTC)Ah, I did not know that about the pentagram. V. interesting!
Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 03:05 am (UTC)Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 03:06 am (UTC)Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 03:07 am (UTC)Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 03:23 am (UTC)Re: Vampires
Date: 2011-06-07 04:40 am (UTC)Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 04:46 am (UTC)Re: Vampires on Earth
Date: 2011-06-07 04:48 am (UTC)but a great idea.
Re: Werewolf
Date: 2011-06-07 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-09 06:22 am (UTC)Everyone's comment fics are awesome! You guys are beyond skilled.