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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.
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Questions? See the first comment thread below.


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. :)


Jun. 19th, 2012 12:24 am (UTC)
FILL: I Don't Know What's Happened to the Kids Today (Misfits fusion; prompted by lsw700) 3/5
Troy had a bigger-than-usual spring in his step as he crossed the parking lot. Maybe it was narrowly escaping death yesterday, but the world seemed to have an extra sparkle. He didn't know what his uncle was complaining about; being struck by lightning was awesome... although he'd be avoiding movie theatres for a while, just to be safe.

His back pocket buzzed, and his phone's tinny reproduction of the Inspector Spacetime theme alerted him to a text message from Abed. He paused in the middle of the parking lot aisle to check his phone.

He had barely gotten it out of his pocket when the squeal of tires alerted him to a loud, shiny car that could only be Leonard gunning it around the corner into the aisle. Troy didn't have time to get out of the way, only managed to emit a high-pitched yelp of terror as the car sped toward him. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the impact. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd only break a couple of bones. His collarbones after the keg-flip hadn't been too bad— okay, maybe they had —and Pierce had recovered from his legs pretty well— well, aside from the whole painkiller thing —okay, fine, maybe this was going to be awful no matter what—

Or maybe the car would simply crunch like an accordion the second it hit him, leaving him standing tall, and very confused.

“You suck!” Leonard croaked out his window as he struggled to open his car door. Troy shrugged; the old man looked to be fine, then. He looked down at his legs: even though he appeared to be just fine himself, the car had crunched awkwardly around his lower body. He wiggled a little, hip-checking the mangled automobile, which consequently fired about twenty yards back up the aisle.

Eyes wide, and glancing side-to-side to see if anyone noticed (they had, but it was hardly the strangest thing they'd seen at Greendale), Troy hurried the rest of the way across the lot.

“Next, please!”

Shirley smiled broadly at the next person in line at her counter. Within days, Shirley's Sandwiches had taken the campus by storm, keeping her busy every break between classes she could find. Ten minutes remained before the breakfast rush was over and she would hand over the register keys to Magnitude for his shift before going to meet everyone at the study room, but those ten minutes would take everything out of her they could first.

She was just finished ringing up her customer when she noticed a young woman trying to discreetly fill his travel mug from her coffee urn and sidle off without paying. With an indignant shout, she rounded the counter and chased after the girl, tapping her forcefully on the shoulder once she caught up.

“Um, excuse me,” she said, every syllable dripping with sugar, “but I know you did not just try to run off without paying me for that coffee...” She trailed off, confused by the look of abject fear in the girl's face.

Shirley followed the girl's eye-line to her finger, still outstretched from tapping the girl on the shoulder and now pointed imperiously at the offender, only now a small spurt of flame emanated from the tip like a novelty cigarette lighter.

“Oh...” she said, and blew out her finger as discreetly as she could. She looked back up at the girl, who let out a whimper. “That'll be seventy-five cents,” Shirley mumbled weakly.

Edited at 2012-06-19 12:25 am (UTC)
Jun. 19th, 2012 12:26 am (UTC)
FILL: I Don't Know What's Happened to the Kids Today (Misfits fusion; prompted by lsw700) 4/5
There was a subdued atmosphere hanging over the study room as everyone trooped in, avoiding eye contact with each other and taking their seats quickly and quietly. For the first time, it actually looked like they might get some studying done.

“So, just so I'm clear,” said Abed, breaking the silence, “we're not going to talk about the fact that we all have superpowers now?”

Five pairs of eyes turned to Abed, everyone making noises of protest loud enough to clearly confirm his assertion.

“Why would you say that, Abed?” Shirley stuttered.

“It's true, isn't it?” Abed continued, unperturbed. “I can hear all of you thinking about it.”

“...What?” Jeff sounded as if he were deliberately remaining calm.

“I can hear your thoughts,” Abed repeated. “It started last night; I think it has something to do with that storm.”

“Abed,” said Britta gently. “You realize that what you're saying sounds irrational, right? None of us have any superpowers.”

“Actually,” said Troy, “I think I've got super-strength. I straight up wrecked Leonard's car in the parking lot.”

“Was that you?” Jeff looked positively gleeful. “I heard a big noise after I kicked him out of my parking spot—”

“You what?” Shirley asked. “Leonard doesn't move for anybody.”

“Jeff has the power of persuasion,” said Abed. “It means he can make people do anything he says.”

“That's not a power,” said Troy. “He does that anyway.”

“Yeah, but now I don't even have to work hard to do it,” Jeff replied smugly. Everyone groaned.

“Prove it,” said Britta pointedly.

“Annie, give me Shirley's muffin,” said Jeff. Annie passed him the muffin like it was the most normal thing in the world, then gasped in horror once she noticed what she had done.

“Jeffrey,” Shirley said with a steely voice, “you best give me my muffin back; I have had too much stress to handle in one morning and if you think you can—”

“Shirley, you're charring a handprint into the table,” noted Abed. Shirley looked down, yelped, and pulled her hand away from the singed surface. It was only slightly browner than the rest of the table, but it smoked subtly.

“Aw,” Annie chirped, “I'm sorry, Shirley, I didn't mean to! Here—” For a split second, her body seemed to flicker, then she pulled a paper cup of steaming-hot tea seemingly out of nowhere. “Have this.”

“You can summon hot drinks?” Jeff remarked, arching an eyebrow. “Worst. Power. Ever.”

“Annie can slow down time,” corrected Abed. “Or she has super-speed. I'm not sure which, but I went with the former because she got the best night's sleep of her life last night, implying that she slowed time to sleep more.”

“You noticed?” Annie smiled sweetly, but her eyes were clearly trying to figure out if this were a compliment or an insult.

“Not outwardly,” Abed replied, “but this morning in the kitchen you were thinking, 'That was the best night's sleep of my life.'”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Britta exclaimed. “What you guys are telling me is that everyone got superpowers in the storm yesterday except me?” She crossed her arms and sulked.

“Not everyone, necessarily,” said Abed. “We haven't seen—”

“Hey!” A voice outside the room drew all their attention. Knocking on the window was Pierce, looking excited about something. “Guys, watch this!” He shouted, then disappeared...

...reappearing seconds later in his usual seat at the table.

Britta banged her head on the desk.

“I'm home!” Britta called down the hallway in her apartment. “Where are you guys?”

She found her cats, Bechdel and Mr. Mostly-Mittens, sunning themselves on a windowsill in the kitchen. She scratched them behind the ears in greeting, sighing dejectedly to herself.

“At least you two won't laugh at me for not having stupid superpowers, right?” She asked with a grim half-smile.

Mr. Mostly-Mittens rolled over and looked at Bechdel. “She's monologuing again,” he said. Britta's eyes widened.

“Ugh,” groaned Bechdel. “She is the worst.”
Jun. 19th, 2012 12:26 am (UTC)
FILL: I Don't Know What's Happened to the Kids Today (Misfits fusion; prompted by lsw700) 5/5
“Britta found her power,” announced Abed as she joined everyone else in the study room the next morning.

“Abed!” She huffed. “I can tell them myself, thanks!”

“So,” Jeff said in a falsely sing-song voice, “what'd you get?”

Britta sneered at him half-heartedly, crossing her arms across her chest in a pout. “Cats are jerks,” she muttered. Everyone bit down to contain their laughter.

Suddenly Abed sobered and straightened up in his chair. “Guys—”

“Hey, everybody!” An all-too-chipper voice from the hallway signaled the arrival of the Dean, dressed unusually sedately for this time of day. “Just wanted to drop in and let you know the Gardening Club is looking for volunteers to help re-plant the flowerbeds on campus. Head on over to let them know if you want to help transforming—” the Dean rippled for a moment, then warped and changed until a buxom blonde woman wearing a dress made of strategically-placed leaves was standing in front of them “—our campus!”

“...I don't think we were the only ones affected by the storm,” finished Abed.
Jun. 19th, 2012 01:33 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: I Don't Know What's Happened to the Kids Today (Misfits fusion; prompted by lsw700) 5/5
Haha, this is so well done! Love everyone's powers.
Jun. 19th, 2012 06:32 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: I Don't Know What's Happened to the Kids Today (Misfits fusion; prompted by lsw700) 5/5
Thank you! I'm glad to hear the powers worked; picking who could do what was probably what took the longest while writing this one.

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