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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.

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three. [post-apocalyptic]

[seasaltzombie]

Most of them had been children when it had happened. Some people had called it the end of the world, and at the time, it must have seemed that way. As it was, it wasn't the end of the world. Just the end of the world as people had once known it.

Allelujah couldn't remember anything about the world as it had once been. His childhood had been mostly spent in one of the secret experimentation facilities that the government had set up when things had begun to truly fall apart. By the time the facilities collapsed and were abandoned thanks to the total breakdown of society, the world was already in its current sorry state.

Ian was the only one of them who remembered things as they used to be; at 55 years of age, he was the only one old enough to have memories of those days. Days when the sky was blue, not rust-orange, and the sun didn't always hide behind the clouds; when there were plants that lived for more than a day, and when people weren't going mad and feral from the radiation that the new weapons used in the final days of the war had unleashed. Many of the members of Celestial Being - the rag-tag group of elites Allelujah was part of who were struggling to try and co-ordinate a relief effort and rebuild some semblance of a safe society - were terrified of the day that they would succumb and lose their own sanity.

Allelujah wasn't. One of the side-effects of the experiments was that he was completely immune to this type of radiation, even if he couldn't be said to be entirely sane. But Hallelujah he could control, and his alter-ego came in useful when members of their group out on recon were suddenly ambushed by hordes of Rads. He knew that the other members were a little scared of him for that - well, if he was honest, he was scared of himself.

One day, sitting with Lockon on the ruins of what had once been a library, it suddenly occurred to him to ask something.

"Lockon, do you think we'll ever manage to make a change here?"

Lockon looked at him in surprise, his expression thoughtful. Then he said, "I think we'll make some difference. It might not happen in our lifetimes, but we're starting it, and we're not just laying down and giving up." He clapped Allelujah on the shoulder with a smile. "That's what's important, right?"

For a moment, Allelujah just blinked. Then he nodded, a small smile of his own on his face.

"Yeah. I guess that it is."

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