From [Bad username: scorptilicus"]:
If Bridgette DuBois, Arvin Sloane, and Claire Keeply decide to vacation together, where (on Earth) do they choose to go?
Disneyworld, because there really isn’t another place on earth where a mediumistic child in the company of two government agents is going to pass completely unnoticed.
A baddie, secreted somewhere in the world, has a plan to release a potent biowarfare agent in aerosol dispensers in major cities. How would Dr. James Wilson, Hiro Nakamura, Bridgette DuBois, Greg Sanders, and Megan Reeves deal with this?
Once upon a time, an oncologist, a young man who bends space and time, a child psychic, a forensic investigator (DNA specialty), and an FBI agent teamed up to save the world. Bridgette is the one who alerted them to the problem, with her recurring nightmares of cartoon germs flying around city streets killing people. Efforts would have been focused, first, on finding the dispensers or stopping dispersal—Megan Reeves has many government contacts, which would help, and Hiro can travel to various times and locations in an effort to disable or prevent some of the weapons from being deployed, while Wilson and Greg work on possible vaccines or identifying the actual biowarfare agent that will be used. (Wilson’s oncology practice is just a front for his super-sekrit Dept. of Defense research, you know.)
I think Bridgette and Hiro will end up truly saving the day, when her dreams tell her where the baddie is hiding, and Hiro takes off into the past to capture him.
Zombies roam the street of a medium-size town, the result of either a plague or a supernatural cause. The Ninth Doctor, Ba'al, Arvin Sloane, Blair Sandburg, and Shepherd Book are barricaded inside a large, old house. What do they do for short-term survival, and long-term escape to safety?
Between them, the five don’t even have a decent variety of weapons. The Doctor’s sonic screwdriver might have come in handy with the barricading, but won’t do much else; I imagine that none of the others are armed at all (it’s possible that Blair, if we’re assuming that he’s a cop at this point, has a sidearm), except for Ba’al.
There’s a sharp internal squabble as everyone tries to convince Ba’al to share, once the usefulness of the ‘zat is demonstrated (hey, even a zombie can’t do much about de-molecularization).
For fun, we’re going to assume that these are Rambaldi-version zombies, so there’s a chance of stopping them by getting out of the house, and destroying whatever machine created the environment or plague that spawned them. Given that the TARDIS is somewhere in the city, the Doctor is all for this plan, and he and Sloane work to figure out how they’re going to do it. Blair and Book have some vague objections to Sloane’s suggestions, but eventually they work it out.
Ba’al refuses to leave, as he is secretly expecting his ship to show up and beam him out. The others appropriate his ‘zat, work their way through the city, and destroy the Rambaldi device…though not without some losses—Book and Blair do the fighting (and Book does the dying), because they’ve realized that only Sloane and the Doctor have a chance of stopping this whole thing.
And, of course, they do.
Vir, Clarie Keeply, Dr. Joel Fleishman, Qui-Gon Jinn, and John Munch are the lineup at Amateur Hour in a comedy club. What happens, and who bombs?
Vir has a couple of fairly decent jokes (the bawdy ones mostly learned from Londo), but he’s so nervous in front of all those people that he stammers and sweats and no one can understand him.
Claire has an odd sense of humor; you’d probably have to know cutting-edge science or be British to get most of her jokes.
Joel gives it his best shot, and at least his nervousness gets channeled into slightly manic energy, but he doesn’t get any approval until he starts telling some of the more bizarre stories from his years in Cecily, AK. Even with the laughter, Joel still desperately needs a drink once he gets out from under the spotlight.
No one but Qui-Gon thinks that Qui-Gon’s jokes are funny. This doesn’t bother the Jedi at all, though.
John Munch is probably the best received of the lineup. His jokes may be dry and sardonic, his stories political and surprisingly morbid, but there’s an understanding of life (and this late night audience) in his delivery that most people relate to.