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seriousficSo I've got the first two chapters of the Big Damn Peter/Felicia BND story done. I'm cutting down on the Peter/Felicia relationship stuff, figuring it'll read better as fluff than as part of an ur-plot about Mephisto's deal hanging over everyone's heads. (C'mon, you know you want to read about Felicia enlisting Emma to snoop in Peter's mind for gift ideas based on a shared antipathy for man-hogging redheads.) It's not as straight-forward as it sounds, as there's at least one plot twist that completely changes everything. And Felicia is always fun to write for.
“Sometimes you act like I only care about fucking and stealing.”
Peter crossed his arms.
“I also like cats.”
Anyway, onto episode reviews!
I know, I know, it took them this long to do a Britney Spears episode? But no, this episode was actually about what would happen if a crazed gunman broke into the writer's room and demanded that some chestal areas showed off on camera every minute or the bus would explode!
The episode starts off at a charity fundraiser with all the wait-staff scantily clad. Yes, it is hosted by Ollie, how'd you guess? But he quickly gets poisoned and has to have his shirt unbuttoned (so it can breathe, you see) while he flashbacks to how he washed ashore on a deserted island in his white dress shirt. But then that dried out, so he had to spend the rest of the episode shirtless. The only way the manservice could get more blatant would be if the cure involved Clark rubbing lotion all over Ollie. Feminists, in case you think of bringing up the Lois Lane: Stripper episode, remember that people will use this one as a rejoinder.
Also, remember that Ollie spent two years BEING EATEN ALIVE BY MOSQUITOS (no, sorry, it's not the new WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS!), but luckily had a training montage to pass the time and a barber who came by once a week to give him a trim and a shave. Also, he wound up fucking the inexplicably-named-Tess Mercy, who is named Tess Mercer instead of Mercy Graves just so fen will pull their hair out.
Oh, and is it just me, or would Davis Bloom make a pretty good Scott Free? All he has to do is make references to growing up in an abusive home/third-world "hellhole", escape from a handcuff or two, and when a huge bruiser of a woman shows up and starts a city-destroying fight with Clark, say "...that's my girlfriend."
Gentle viewer, you'll just have to accept that even when an in-the-know character gives an in-the-dark character a straight answer, it'll be in the guise of an hour-long time travel episode. Generally enjoyable, even if it seemed the point of making a Heavenly holodeck (or actually traveling back in time, but being unable to affect the timestream) was to really twist the knife in Dean. Apparently, Cassiel is a big fan of irony. And Mitch Phleggi. But then, who isn't?
Cassiel: Gee, I thought you'd appreciate getting the chance to meet your parents and your grandparents. Went to a lot of trouble. Shows what I know.
Dean: ...
Cassiel: FOR YOOOOOOOOU!
“Sometimes you act like I only care about fucking and stealing.”
Peter crossed his arms.
“I also like cats.”
Anyway, onto episode reviews!
I know, I know, it took them this long to do a Britney Spears episode? But no, this episode was actually about what would happen if a crazed gunman broke into the writer's room and demanded that some chestal areas showed off on camera every minute or the bus would explode!
The episode starts off at a charity fundraiser with all the wait-staff scantily clad. Yes, it is hosted by Ollie, how'd you guess? But he quickly gets poisoned and has to have his shirt unbuttoned (so it can breathe, you see) while he flashbacks to how he washed ashore on a deserted island in his white dress shirt. But then that dried out, so he had to spend the rest of the episode shirtless. The only way the manservice could get more blatant would be if the cure involved Clark rubbing lotion all over Ollie. Feminists, in case you think of bringing up the Lois Lane: Stripper episode, remember that people will use this one as a rejoinder.
Also, remember that Ollie spent two years BEING EATEN ALIVE BY MOSQUITOS (no, sorry, it's not the new WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS!), but luckily had a training montage to pass the time and a barber who came by once a week to give him a trim and a shave. Also, he wound up fucking the inexplicably-named-Tess Mercy, who is named Tess Mercer instead of Mercy Graves just so fen will pull their hair out.
Oh, and is it just me, or would Davis Bloom make a pretty good Scott Free? All he has to do is make references to growing up in an abusive home/third-world "hellhole", escape from a handcuff or two, and when a huge bruiser of a woman shows up and starts a city-destroying fight with Clark, say "...that's my girlfriend."
Gentle viewer, you'll just have to accept that even when an in-the-know character gives an in-the-dark character a straight answer, it'll be in the guise of an hour-long time travel episode. Generally enjoyable, even if it seemed the point of making a Heavenly holodeck (or actually traveling back in time, but being unable to affect the timestream) was to really twist the knife in Dean. Apparently, Cassiel is a big fan of irony. And Mitch Phleggi. But then, who isn't?
Cassiel: Gee, I thought you'd appreciate getting the chance to meet your parents and your grandparents. Went to a lot of trouble. Shows what I know.
Dean: ...
Cassiel: FOR YOOOOOOOOU!
