SUPERNATURAL POST 5x19 FIX-IT MEME
Apr. 23rd, 2010 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I would hereby like to declare an official
SPN 5x19 Fix-It Meme!
Here's how to do it:
1) Post a comment with some possibility for how to bring our Gabriel back.
2) Give other people's prompts your rendering in commentfic.
3) Clap your hands really loudly and say "I DO BELIEVE IN ARCHANGELS."
4) Pimp subtly so you don't spoil your flist:
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Date: 2010-04-23 02:17 pm (UTC)Lucifer regretting it (http://s806.photobucket.com/albums/yy350/ravensilverwing/SPN%20Screen%20Cap/?action=view¤t=screenshot1304.jpg)
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Date: 2010-04-23 01:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-23 04:03 pm (UTC)DVD Extras (http://phate-phoenix.livejournal.com/35455.html#cutid1). Rated R.
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Date: 2010-04-23 01:47 pm (UTC)Re: Mahakali, Gabriel/Kali, PG13
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Date: 2010-04-23 01:49 pm (UTC)Tragicomedy
Date: 2010-04-24 09:42 pm (UTC)...
There were a lot of reasons why they weren't there, and weren't missed, and weren't much thought of. They weren't warriors, had never been warriors, had never been strong enough to fight even in their prime. Had never had a great deal of *agency* even in their prime -- there was a reason they didn't show up so much in the myths.
If they'd faded less than some others it was partially because they hadn't had as far to go. Only partially, of course -- the other reason was that they could mostly still do what they'd always done, with slightly different window dressing. They were still useful, not necessary, but useful. (Among the metaphors suggested and rejected had been fertilizer -- "What, so we're cow manure?" -- artificial insemination -- "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that" -- chemical catalysts -- "*You* may spend too much time in science buildings, but that's meaningless to the rest of us" -- and Cupids -- "I'm *really* going to pretend I didn't hear that".) They were a lot better off than gods whose job had been, oh, to steer the sun. ("Funny that the adoption of the heliocentric model made Helios lose his job.")
Ultimately, though, they were very minor goddesses from a very has-been pantheon. Oh, some of their relatives might make a big thing out of being remembered, but the shift to not being taken seriously had started *early*, and the being remembered? Half of that came down to the present through *Roman fanfiction*. ...Some of which they'd been involved in creating. Thalia refused to apologize for the whole Ovid thing.
Between some resentment of still being active and Thalia's caginess about her degree of involvement (if any) in various recent works of fiction centered on Heracles-by-Roman-name, the last conversation which could have turned into an invitation ended in Calliope being called a flute girl. You could get away with that with some of them, but not Calliope. That put an end to *that*. Anyway, half of them were busy already.
It turned out to be lucky for them. Take an event involving the gods, which is major -- historical -- and common knowledge, or at least not secret, and you get Clio coming back to Parnassus in tears, because she knows. She just knows, just like Calliope knows this whole apocalypse thing through the humans involved and their epic lives. She knows.
In hindsight the flute girl argument was a bad way to part. Gods grow back, if the roots are still there ("I don't think you should be allowed to use metaphors anymore"), but their family... well. Some of them, maybe. In time. If there is time. ("Of course if you relax the 'family' definition to 'descended from Zeus', we're probably related to at least half the mortal population of Europe by this time.") They gather on the slopes of Olympus and lament as they did for Orpheus, because it is the thing that is done when kin die. Even when the kin that matter most are still with you.
They agree to try to stay -- keep -- under the radar ("Calliope, that does mean you should keep at least, oh, a mile distant when *stalking people*"), and that at the very end they'll all come back, be together, go out together, because they're sisters and it's always been that way.
And then Clio goes back to the humans she's helping in building a weird, super-durable, kind of abstract time capsule (to be found by the planet's next sapient species or by aliens, whichever), and Urania goes back to haunting the world's telescope laboratories (because Urania apparently cannot imagine the world ending without a big asteroid coming into it somewhere). Terpsichore and Euterpe go back to whatever their Secret Project is (and how secret can a song-and-dance number be, even if it is codenamed 'Zombie Jamboree'?). Calliope goes back to stalking epic people. And the rest of them go back to being at loose ends. Sure, they could do their usual thing, but it feels weird to ignore the apocalypse.
Continued...
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Date: 2010-04-23 01:51 pm (UTC)just a bit of fun
Date: 2010-04-23 03:37 pm (UTC)Death, who had expected to grab Gabriel around the metaphorical neck and slam him down into nothing, blinked at the controller in his hand. He craned his neck to stare at the grinning ex-angel.
"Mario Kart!" Gabriel said. "Come on, even you've played Mario Kart before. Aren't you good at fiery crashes? You'll beat me, I'm sure."
Death glared at him. His voice was more of a hollow wind; the words echoed in the empty rattle of it. "This isn't your popular mythology, little man. You don't get to play a game of your choice with me and walk free if you win."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I know that. This is more of a friendly icebreaker sort of thing. Since I'm gonna be the star of your collection and all. Oh, how did I know you were gonna choose Bowser?"
Death snarled at him. Gabriel picked Princess Peach.
"So what happens, anyway? To your collection? Do you keep all the frozen souls on display?"
A shrug of bony shoulders. "They're in storage."
"In storage? Really? So I'm going to end up on the floor of your basement?"
Death launched a turtle shell at him. Gabriel dodged. "What's the big draw? What happens with them?"
"It's a bit of fishing, really," Death said. "I throw them back eventually. Sometimes in another body, for a reincarnation. Most of them I just wait for your father to come around and tell me it's time to go home for the millennium."
"You know," Gabriel said, finishing the first lap with a triumphant cackle, "there are those who say Dad's not coming back this time."
Death shuddered. "Please, no."
"Oh?" Gabriel's eyebrows rose.
"They stink." Death's nose wrinkled. "Humans. They stink so badly. They're a little better when they're dead, but if I can't clear the room every few thousand years, it's like living in an ocean of horse manure."
Gabriel put on his best you must be stupid voice. "Then why do you collect them?"
"We've all got our roles to play," Death said calmly. "Or do you think your boyfriends down there are the only folks who are fighting it?"
"You know, for a force of nature you're remarkably reasonable," Gabriel noted as Princess Peach sailed past Bowser, lapping him in a grand, pixelated fuck-you to chauvinism. "So here's the deal, OK? I'm the first of us to die. Archangels. Do you know how much that upsets the existing balance? I mean, even Luci didn't die. Fell, yes, but this is the first time someone this powerful is gonna be sitting in your closet. So the way I figure it--" he dodged a poison mushroom -- "you've got two choices. Stick to the role you've been playing, pass go and collect me and keep playing the game, or accept that everything's up in the air now. Show some guts there." He glanced down at the awful rack of Death's ribs, poking through the shrunken, pale skin. "If there are any to show."
When Death smiled, it wasn't a pretty sight. "You're a tricky one."
Peach crossed the finish line. "Funny, that."
Death put down his controller. "Changing fate," he said. "Well, there's a first time for everything."
The ugly grin came one more time, and then Gabriel awoke in a warehouse that had once been a hotel.
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Date: 2010-04-23 01:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-23 01:57 pm (UTC)God Brings back Gabriel
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Date: 2010-04-23 03:31 pm (UTC)He's no longer the one behind on the learning curve.
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Date: 2010-04-24 08:10 pm (UTC)Plan B
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Date: 2010-04-23 03:39 pm (UTC)(Because archangels can totally raise other angels, if they thought that Castiel was raised by Lucifer at the beginning of the season, surely the other archangels can do it too.)
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Date: 2010-04-23 05:08 pm (UTC)Something similar (http://moorishflower.livejournal.com/138926.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2010-04-23 04:49 pm (UTC)Gabriel, for heroically siding with humanity before his death, is given the same courtesy. GO TEAM FREE WILL!
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:05 pm (UTC)>.>
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:13 pm (UTC)Inspired by <lj user=denazia>
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