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Well, that took me longer than it should have, but anyway. The amazing adventures of awesome women from completely unrelated fandoms, here we go!
For the record, this was way too much fun.
My list of 15 kickass female characters:
1. CJ Cregg (West Wing)
2. Mai (A:tLA)
3. Toshiko Sato (Torchwood)
4. Martha Jones (Doctor Who)
5. Dani Reese (Life)
6. Zoe Washburne (Firefly)
7. Dana Whitaker (Sports Night)
8. Dana Scully (X-Files)
9. Kara Thrace (BSG)
10. Hermione Granger (HP)
11. Lyra Silvertongue (His Dark Materials)
12. Tara Thornton (True Blood)
13. Willow Rosenberg (BtVS)
14. Guinevere (Merlin)
15. Robin Scherbatsky (HIMYM)
And then wacky hijinks ensued!
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newredshoes: How do 3 and 11 fare when deposited in the incongruous historical era of your choice?
So it's Tosh's turn to babysit the Rift, and when some really bizarre readings show up a few blocks from the Hub, she figures she can handle a quick field trip on her own. The source of the anomaly turns out to be a very stubborn teenager who claims to 1. be from a parallel universe (which Tosh has no reason to disbelieve) and 2. urgently require Tosh's immediate assistance, which she says is proven by the odd golden compass she carries like a talisman. And then there's a flash of light and they're not in Cardiff anymore. Bloody Rift.
Lyra has no idea whose world they're in now -- she's pretty sure it's not hers, but it doesn't look like the one she found Ms. Sato in either -- but either way, the enormous scaly beasts were NOT part of the plan, and the jungle just doesn't look right at all. Ms. Sato's eyes get very wide, but her voice remains calm. "Dinosaurs. Right," she says. She rummages through her purse and emerges with a very strange device in one hand and a large bar of dark chocolate in the other. "Let's figure this out, shall we?"
The alethiometer was right; Lyra definitely wants this lady to stick around.
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tardis_stowaway: Two, eight, and twelve go on vacation together. Where do they go? Is their vacation peaceful, full of awesome adventures, or disastrous?
Mai, Scully, and Tara. Oh god. If there were ever three characters who deserved a bit fat TIME OUT from dealing with everyone else's shit, it's these ladies. So it takes a bit of discussion to agree upon a destination -- Scully's all for the classic fruity-drinks-on-a-beach approach, which Tara can get behind but Mai is all "Been there, done that, still repressing." While none of them want to deal with other people, staking out a camp in the middle of nowhere does NOT go down well with Scully, who has had enough ill-advised trips to various wildernesses to last her several lifetimes, and to Mai, camping sounds way too much like work.
After a few more rounds of arguments and rejections, someone (none can remember who) finally throws out the ridiculous suggestion of a theme park, and because Tara broke out the hard liquor three hours ago they book airline tickets on the spot and somehow wind up in Disney World for two weeks. Apart from a minor altercation with a rogue shapeshifter who's been in cognito at the Jungle Cruise ride -- easily dispatched by Mai after Tara IDs him, though Scully's autopsy findings are inconclusive at best -- it's actually pretty awesome. There are indeed fruity drinks by the pool, and Tara leads them on a smashing bar crawl sampling exotic alcohol from every restaurant in the international pavilions, and there are plenty of dumb tourists for Mai to mock to her heart's content.
The eleventh time Mulder tries to call (early morning on day two of the trip), Mai absconds with Scully's cell phone for specialized target practice. Tara discreetly disposes the remains.
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tardis_stowaway: Thirteen decides to attend a Halloween party (or other costumed occasion) dressed as one of the other people on the list. Who does she choose and why?
So Willow has learned to be very wary of Halloween since that thing with the Chaos demon or whatever the hell he was, and has since selected her costumes with a careful eye toward their utility against Big Bads in case of demonic possession. Therefore, Hermione Granger is the obvious choice -- enhancing all of Willow's natural powers of genius, research and spellcasting with additional kickass wand action and all the resources of the wizarding world at her disposal.
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be_themoon: 1, 7, and 9 are on a road trip together. Why, for what purpose, and who insists on driving?
First things first: KARA DRIVES. Good gods, like she'd let anyone else touch the wheel of her precious Jeep. She also gets to pick the music (driver's prerogative), which she blasts as loudly as possible while CJ and Dana run their mouths without so much as pausing for breath. It's kind of a business trip -- CJ needs to drum up grassroots support for her Third World Infrastructure project, and she's got some high-profile Olympics athletes lined up for speaking engagements, including weekly segments on Dana's thriving Sports Night (the Quo Vadimus takeover has given her a vastly increased role in programming selection, and ratings have never been better), and Kara's varied experience as former semi-pro athlete, revolutionary, and building-a-frakking-planet-from-the-ground-up-without-running-water-let-alone-ROADS is proving invaluable in the strategic planning meetings. But work aside -- if they decide to make a few detours along the way, who the hell is going to stop them?
Kara cranks up the Pink and drives, just drives.
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be_themoon: 5 and 15 become superheroes. What are their powers, who's the side-kick, and why is 4 opposing them?
So on a trip to LA to audition for a high-profile position with the California bureau of CNN, Robin snags an invite to a glitzy Hollywood party where she stumbles right into a glitzy Hollywood drug bust. Except the drugs aren't your usual run-of-the-mill coke or heroin or whatever those crazy kids are getting high on these days, and when one carton explodes, one of the LAPD cops running the bust shoves Robin to the floor in some kind of protective bomb-covering move of great uselessness, and both of them are covered in fine silver powder.
It's radioactive, of course. Or something appropriately comic-book-movie-ish. Ted and Marshall would be so proud. And that's how Robin Scherbatsky and LAPD detective Dani Reese wind up with superpowers.
It's a reluctant partnership at first, but with Dani's new laser-guided insights into criminals' weaknesses and superior (radioactively-enhanced) kickboxing skills combined with Robin's distracting ability to charm the pants off any man, woman, or potted plant in her general vicinity (which she protests has nothing to do with the wacky drugs, but in fairness, it's a lot more literal post-superpower), they can disarm and destroy any hardened Russian mobster they encounter. And that's just for starters.
Dani insists that Robin's the sidekick, on the basis that only one of them has an actual background in bringing criminals to justice, and not in the 3AM-news-roundup sort of way, either -- besides which, Robin's got the traditional name for sidekickery.
Turns out the super-cocaine is actually alien in origin. Some secret UN alien-hunting organization tries to arrest them for getting high on the extraterrestrial crack, and although a few sharp kicks to the head (thanks, Dani) discourage the grunts, one irritating Lieutenant Martha Jones won't give up the damn chase. Also, her hair is better than Robin's, which is just unfair...
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be_themoon: 6 and 14 are snowed in out in the wilderness. How do they survive, and how do 10 & 13 rescue them?
Zoe and Gwen, saved by Hermione and Willow. HA. Well, Gwen's wilderness survival skills are pretty solid, and Zoe is very good at keeping herself and others alive, so they're doing pretty well until the blizzard hits in earnest. Gwen's dealt with heavy snow, but not generally from the perspective of being alone in the woods with a scrap of blanket they've generously termed a tent over their heads, and Zoe is discovering PDQ that surviving trench warfare require a slightly different skill set than all this gorram white stuff, and wasn't there a reason she chose life out in the black rather than sticking around planetside? Oh, right, WEATHER. Fortunately, Hermione's been crafting a really massive weatherworking spell, and she roped Willow into a trial run, and when they successfully create an storm's-eye of subtropical temperatures right in the middle of the (natural) storm system, they happen to stumble across our two very damp and surprised Wilderness Explorers. Gwen, with long practice turning a blind eye to sorcerous occurrences in her general vicinity, is unstinting with her gratitude and promptly neglects to mention this aspect of the adventure once she makes it back to Camelot. Zoe is just glad that Hermione knows a nifty thingy-drying spell to remove the water damage to her emergency flares, and she signals Serenity right quick to get off this confusing-ass world.
For the record, this was way too much fun.
My list of 15 kickass female characters:
1. CJ Cregg (West Wing)
2. Mai (A:tLA)
3. Toshiko Sato (Torchwood)
4. Martha Jones (Doctor Who)
5. Dani Reese (Life)
6. Zoe Washburne (Firefly)
7. Dana Whitaker (Sports Night)
8. Dana Scully (X-Files)
9. Kara Thrace (BSG)
10. Hermione Granger (HP)
11. Lyra Silvertongue (His Dark Materials)
12. Tara Thornton (True Blood)
13. Willow Rosenberg (BtVS)
14. Guinevere (Merlin)
15. Robin Scherbatsky (HIMYM)
And then wacky hijinks ensued!
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So it's Tosh's turn to babysit the Rift, and when some really bizarre readings show up a few blocks from the Hub, she figures she can handle a quick field trip on her own. The source of the anomaly turns out to be a very stubborn teenager who claims to 1. be from a parallel universe (which Tosh has no reason to disbelieve) and 2. urgently require Tosh's immediate assistance, which she says is proven by the odd golden compass she carries like a talisman. And then there's a flash of light and they're not in Cardiff anymore. Bloody Rift.
Lyra has no idea whose world they're in now -- she's pretty sure it's not hers, but it doesn't look like the one she found Ms. Sato in either -- but either way, the enormous scaly beasts were NOT part of the plan, and the jungle just doesn't look right at all. Ms. Sato's eyes get very wide, but her voice remains calm. "Dinosaurs. Right," she says. She rummages through her purse and emerges with a very strange device in one hand and a large bar of dark chocolate in the other. "Let's figure this out, shall we?"
The alethiometer was right; Lyra definitely wants this lady to stick around.
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Mai, Scully, and Tara. Oh god. If there were ever three characters who deserved a bit fat TIME OUT from dealing with everyone else's shit, it's these ladies. So it takes a bit of discussion to agree upon a destination -- Scully's all for the classic fruity-drinks-on-a-beach approach, which Tara can get behind but Mai is all "Been there, done that, still repressing." While none of them want to deal with other people, staking out a camp in the middle of nowhere does NOT go down well with Scully, who has had enough ill-advised trips to various wildernesses to last her several lifetimes, and to Mai, camping sounds way too much like work.
After a few more rounds of arguments and rejections, someone (none can remember who) finally throws out the ridiculous suggestion of a theme park, and because Tara broke out the hard liquor three hours ago they book airline tickets on the spot and somehow wind up in Disney World for two weeks. Apart from a minor altercation with a rogue shapeshifter who's been in cognito at the Jungle Cruise ride -- easily dispatched by Mai after Tara IDs him, though Scully's autopsy findings are inconclusive at best -- it's actually pretty awesome. There are indeed fruity drinks by the pool, and Tara leads them on a smashing bar crawl sampling exotic alcohol from every restaurant in the international pavilions, and there are plenty of dumb tourists for Mai to mock to her heart's content.
The eleventh time Mulder tries to call (early morning on day two of the trip), Mai absconds with Scully's cell phone for specialized target practice. Tara discreetly disposes the remains.
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So Willow has learned to be very wary of Halloween since that thing with the Chaos demon or whatever the hell he was, and has since selected her costumes with a careful eye toward their utility against Big Bads in case of demonic possession. Therefore, Hermione Granger is the obvious choice -- enhancing all of Willow's natural powers of genius, research and spellcasting with additional kickass wand action and all the resources of the wizarding world at her disposal.
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First things first: KARA DRIVES. Good gods, like she'd let anyone else touch the wheel of her precious Jeep. She also gets to pick the music (driver's prerogative), which she blasts as loudly as possible while CJ and Dana run their mouths without so much as pausing for breath. It's kind of a business trip -- CJ needs to drum up grassroots support for her Third World Infrastructure project, and she's got some high-profile Olympics athletes lined up for speaking engagements, including weekly segments on Dana's thriving Sports Night (the Quo Vadimus takeover has given her a vastly increased role in programming selection, and ratings have never been better), and Kara's varied experience as former semi-pro athlete, revolutionary, and building-a-frakking-planet-from-the-ground-up-without-running-water-let-alone-ROADS is proving invaluable in the strategic planning meetings. But work aside -- if they decide to make a few detours along the way, who the hell is going to stop them?
Kara cranks up the Pink and drives, just drives.
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So on a trip to LA to audition for a high-profile position with the California bureau of CNN, Robin snags an invite to a glitzy Hollywood party where she stumbles right into a glitzy Hollywood drug bust. Except the drugs aren't your usual run-of-the-mill coke or heroin or whatever those crazy kids are getting high on these days, and when one carton explodes, one of the LAPD cops running the bust shoves Robin to the floor in some kind of protective bomb-covering move of great uselessness, and both of them are covered in fine silver powder.
It's radioactive, of course. Or something appropriately comic-book-movie-ish. Ted and Marshall would be so proud. And that's how Robin Scherbatsky and LAPD detective Dani Reese wind up with superpowers.
It's a reluctant partnership at first, but with Dani's new laser-guided insights into criminals' weaknesses and superior (radioactively-enhanced) kickboxing skills combined with Robin's distracting ability to charm the pants off any man, woman, or potted plant in her general vicinity (which she protests has nothing to do with the wacky drugs, but in fairness, it's a lot more literal post-superpower), they can disarm and destroy any hardened Russian mobster they encounter. And that's just for starters.
Dani insists that Robin's the sidekick, on the basis that only one of them has an actual background in bringing criminals to justice, and not in the 3AM-news-roundup sort of way, either -- besides which, Robin's got the traditional name for sidekickery.
Turns out the super-cocaine is actually alien in origin. Some secret UN alien-hunting organization tries to arrest them for getting high on the extraterrestrial crack, and although a few sharp kicks to the head (thanks, Dani) discourage the grunts, one irritating Lieutenant Martha Jones won't give up the damn chase. Also, her hair is better than Robin's, which is just unfair...
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Zoe and Gwen, saved by Hermione and Willow. HA. Well, Gwen's wilderness survival skills are pretty solid, and Zoe is very good at keeping herself and others alive, so they're doing pretty well until the blizzard hits in earnest. Gwen's dealt with heavy snow, but not generally from the perspective of being alone in the woods with a scrap of blanket they've generously termed a tent over their heads, and Zoe is discovering PDQ that surviving trench warfare require a slightly different skill set than all this gorram white stuff, and wasn't there a reason she chose life out in the black rather than sticking around planetside? Oh, right, WEATHER. Fortunately, Hermione's been crafting a really massive weatherworking spell, and she roped Willow into a trial run, and when they successfully create an storm's-eye of subtropical temperatures right in the middle of the (natural) storm system, they happen to stumble across our two very damp and surprised Wilderness Explorers. Gwen, with long practice turning a blind eye to sorcerous occurrences in her general vicinity, is unstinting with her gratitude and promptly neglects to mention this aspect of the adventure once she makes it back to Camelot. Zoe is just glad that Hermione knows a nifty thingy-drying spell to remove the water damage to her emergency flares, and she signals Serenity right quick to get off this confusing-ass world.
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