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Fic Battle Entry - FIRE AWAY



Authors:
apartment303, ayadec, bottecellie, brittaforthewin, butterbadger, _carly_, colonialburn, crittab, curlydots, firthgal, fluffyfrolicker, hematitebadger, htbthomas, krilymcc, lextersdab, malo_malo, ogwriter, palgrave_golden, piesek, rosepetal9, rowboatcop, supercapo, telm_393, virtual_toast


The first shot has been fired - the Fic Battle will now begin! Full rules and guidelines here (please note the sign-up addition and the last prompt deadline edit), but the quick version is here:

1) Author A replies to this entry with their writing preferences (from here) to start their thread. Minor changes are allowed to preferences, if needed.
2) Prompter 1 replies to Author A's thread with a prompt
3) Author A fills said prompt with at least 300 words of fic and posts it in a reply to Prompter 1's comment.
4) Author A moves on to Prompter 2.
5) Prompter 1 may now give Author A another prompt if they so choose, continuing on until prompts close on Thursday, June 21st at 10am EST (7am PST).
6) Authors have until Thursday, June 21st at 12pm EST (9am PST) to post their fills.

The author with the MOST fills will be the Winner! Any author who fills EVERY prompt they receive will be a Survivor!

A few additional notes:
** The length of the battle is for two reasons: A) varying free time for writing (a work-a-day writer or a weekender), and B) varying writing speeds (a tortoise or a hare).
** As the battle goes on, try to spread your prompts among the authors. If you see an author who has completed all their prompts and there's plenty of time to the end of the battle, help them out!
** No ideas for prompts? Use resources like unfilled prompts at various comment fic memes and fests (even other fandoms which could be adapted), or random story idea generators.
** Anonymous comments are screened for the duration of the battle. Please prompt logged in.

Questions? See the first comment thread below.

GOOD LUCK, ALL!

CEASE FIRE! The battle is now over! No fills posted past 12:00pm EST will count toward the final totals. Masterpost with winners, survivors and breakdown will go up by tomorrow at noon.



Authors may continue to fill their prompts, just for fun, if they wish! And prompters, please continue to feedback. :)

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crittab
Jun. 15th, 2012 07:07 pm (UTC)
Troy and Annie hang out in the Dreamtorium without Abed. Friendship fic rated G-PG-13
piesek
Jun. 21st, 2012 07:02 am (UTC)
(1/2)
Cardio Fitness and Endurance Training | 1,069 words
crittab: Troy and Annie hang out in the Dreamtorium without Abed. Friendship fic rated G-PG-13

"This feels wrong," Troy said, pulling at the sleeves of his white robe. "Abed's always the Inspector. I don't want him feeling like he's been replaced."

Annie rolled her eyes, but gave him a reassuring smile all the same. "I asked him if we could use his robe while he was gone, and he even gave me tips on how to dress up like the Inspector. I think he knows it's all right. Besides, I have been dying to wear this again." She smoothed down the front of her outfit, already seeing it as the dress the Inspector's lesser-known partner wore.

"I guess I just feel more like a Reggie. Not that I don't love the Inspector and all. He's a great man. But I've been Reggie for so long..."

Annie patted his shoulder reassuringly. "You'll make a great Inspector. Maybe a different one from Abed's, but a great one all the same."

Troy straightened up, grinning. "You think so?"

"Of course! All you need to be a good Inspector is a big heart, and yours is huge."

"Can I get you to say that in public? There are some people I know who'd... never mind. Let's do this!"

Happiness rushed through Annie as the Dreamatorium seemed to fall away around them, replaced by the futuristic interior of the Inspector's transport. She didn't get as many chances to participate in their play as she'd have liked, which was why she had insisted on getting Troy to join her while Abed was visiting family. She turned to the control panel, her fingers flying over buttons like they weren't even there.

Which they weren't, but that was besides the point.

"Where to next, Inspector?" she said, affecting her fake British accent with more ease. She'd been practicing.

"I think you mean why to," Troy answered, and then frowned. "I mean when to. Damn."

Annie didn't falter. "Then when shall we be off to? Some alien planet in the future? A significant part of Earth's history? Or we could visit an alien future that bears a resemblance to a part of Earth's history! What do you say?"

"I've always wanted to meet Joan of Ark. So perhaps it's not when, but who... or how. I think you know these controls better than I do."

"Next stop, Joan of Arc!" Annie announced, impressed by his choice. With a few taps on the controls and a very theatric pull of a lever, the BOOTH wooshed through time and space. As it settled, she looked out the front window, and frowned when she saw nothing but water. "This isn't right."

"But it is," Troy said, throwing open the door and stepping out. "She's Joan of Ark. Of course she lived on a boat."

Annie barely restrained herself from correcting him, pressing her lips shut and following him out the door. She had mastered the art of walking without moving anywhere, not interested in running into a wall again.

"Something's wrong," Troy said as she reached his side. "The ship is completely empty."

"That's strange," Annie conceded. "Do you think they're all below deck?"

"If by 'below deck' you mean dead... then no. But something odd is happening here."

They both looked around a moment. Nothing was happening. Annie could nearly feel herself getting ill from the swaying of the ship on the water, and knew she had to do something before she actually managed to get imaginary seasick. "Look!" she shouted, pointing. "It's Blorgons! Of course!"

"Those alien bastards," Troy muttered, then turned around and ran. In place, but it was effective on the ship nonetheless.

Annie joined him. "Inspector, what are you doing? We need to stop them!"

"Constable Reggie always runs. It seems like the smart thing to do! Blorgons are dangerous!"

"But you aren't the Constable, you're the Inspector! It's your job to save everyone!"
piesek
Jun. 21st, 2012 07:02 am (UTC)
(2/2)
Troy stopped, breathing heavily and putting his hands on his knees. "I don't know how. I'm a different kind of Inspector. Maybe I'm not a good kind."

"That's not true! You can... use your laser hammer, or something!" When that got no response, Annie jumped up, throwing her arms in the air. "Oh no, Inspector! I've been captured by the Blorgons!"

Troy looked vexed. "What do I do? I can't think! I'm no good at this!"

"Yes you are, Inspector!" She struggled against her restraints, hoping to spur him into action. "Hurry! If you don't save me soon, they're going to eliminate me!"

Troy reached into his robe, pulling out the laser hammer. He aimed it, but couldn't seem to get it to shoot; in a fit of frustration, he threw it, hitting a Blorgon squarely in its power panel and causing it to retreat.

"See! You can save me, you just have to try!" Annie said, continuing her struggling.

Troy jumped around nervously. "That was a fluke! I don't have another hammer!"

In a last-ditch effort, Annie pulled out the big guns and screamed, doing her best imitation of someone being brutally eliminated by Blorgons.

It worked, with Troy whipping around and punching the nearest Blorgon in it's face-plate. Annie stopped screaming, struggling free and joining him in punching the Blorgons into submission. She left the last one for him, but as he pulled back his arm to give it one final blow, he stopped.

"What are you doing, Inspector? Finish it!" she urged, kicking away the remains of another Blorgon. They did take up a lot of room once incapacitated.

"No," he said, and lowered his fist. "The Inspector doesn't just solve all his problems with his awesomely powerful fists. He's not that guy. I'm not that guy."

He patted the Blorgon like it was a wayward pet, then turned it, urging it on its way.

"Go. Tell your Blorgon friends that there's a new Inspector around, and that he won't stand for anybody messing with time. And that he's going to punch fewer things, in the future. Or past."

The Blorgon fled as speedily as they could, and Annie joined Troy in watch it go. "You did well, Inspector. I told you all you needed was heart."

Troy grinned at her, and said, "Let's go find Joan. I want to know how many animals are on this boat."

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