Is the world ending? Who's gonna throw the party?

[harborshore]

*peers out from under her thesis-shaped rock* So I hear there's a volcano? In Iceland? Doing things? This is nuts, you guys. It doesn't seem like anyone has died, and I hope I haven't gotten that wrong. All planes are canceled in Stockholm and the air space is closed, because apparently it's incredibly dangerous to fly through volcanic ash. Here's hoping it stops soon, because danger and chaos and the ashes being potentially lethal for people who are seriously ill and they're coming right at us, guys, they're already over Sweden. CRAZY. Also, I'm supposed to leave for the US in a month and I want to see my little sister graduate. It's an extremely minor concern in the grand scheme of things, but I love my sister a lot and I want to be there. And compared to the Haiti earthquake and the Chile one, this is decidedly minor. Obviously. Still, a little nuts.

So. I would like to offer ficlets, because I want to think about other things. I'm going to do the first five prompts I like, which may or may not be the first five that appear, because what I can write right now is a little limited.

Theme: post- or pre-apocalyptic scenarios WITH HOPE. Interpret that as you will. Pairings or gen are fine. Bands/fandoms I can write: Mikey, FOB, Bob and Brian (they're a subset of fandom, right?), The Like, Panic/The Young Veins (even if my Jon voice is nonexistent), MSI, others possibly. I can also do Veronica Mars, DCU or BTVS, though the last two feel like cheating since it's not like they've never done the apocalypse thing before.

Prompt away!

ETA: I am done! Five, er, seven ficlets.

Comments

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Okay, so, like, the first time I read your prompt I missed the post-split part, and this happened:


Spencer never thought he'd miss going to school, but he does. He misses math and he misses gym and he misses recess and being outside for more than five minutes every day. He liked fifth grade, okay?

Right now he doesn't care about school though. Ryan was supposed to come to them after the third storm ebbed out, but he didn't. Spencer doesn't know where Ryan is.

He kicks at the table a little bit, and he thinks about where Ryan could be. There aren't that many places, Ryan's only twelve and he can't have gotten very far, not if he is by himself (Mr Ross got taken to the hospital this morning, he was on the list they read on the radio, but Ryan wasn't). Spencer thinks some more about where Ryan could be, and then he decides.

Five minutes later, his backpack holds a knife and three extra masks and four cans of Sprite, and he is on his way out the back door as quietly as he can because his mom will stop him if she sees him. He's wearing a mask, though.

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Oh, baby intrepid Spencer *__*

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Too cute, AMIRITE? ♥