Caitie (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} caitiedidit) wrote,@ 2007-03-27 15:43:00 |
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| Entry tags: | picspam, pimpage, veronica mars |
Mars. Veronica Mars.
Ever since I heard about the extremely remote possibility that Veronica Mars might receive a fourth season as a spinoff focusing on Veronica's life as an FBI agent, I can't get the idea out of my head. Everything I (don't) know about the FBI, I learned from The X-Files. And I've recently become obsessed with Brick (SEE THIS MOVIE! It's great!), and now I'm all over the idea of Brendan/Veronica because of their awesomeness and similar backstories. The result is that I have this cracked-out fantasy version of The Veronica Mars Files that's a bastardization of Veronica Mars, X-Files fanon, and Brendan/Veronica. And I'm kind of in love with it.
As much as this picspam is for my own amusement, it's also kind of an argument for the potential cracky awesomeness of a VM/FBI spin-off. Seriously, you guys, I think it could be tons of fun.
Also, it is important to note that the cracked-out futureverse in my head is largely the fault of themis, whose influence over the incoherence within should not be underestimated.
Meet Veronica Mars, FBI Agent. Step into her office, which is totally NOT the Mars Investigations office. In fact, it is the FBI's L.A. Field Office. Veronica's First Day  Veronica gets ready for work!  Working at the FBI when you're only 23 is a little intimidating, even when you're a badass like Veronica Mars.  Veronica asks for directions.  The S.A.C. welcomes Veronica to the bureau and introduces her to her partner:  Special Agent Brendan Frye.  Agent Frye is not amused.  Veronica is disappointed at the cool reception, but it's not like getting no respect is exactly new territory for her.  Brendan helps Veronica move into their small office.  Veronica asks Brendan who he pissed off to get stuck with babysitting duty.  Brendan tells her that the I in FBI stands for Investigation. He figures she'll find out soon enough.  HAY, MAYBE IT WON'T BE SO BAD AFTER ALL. PART OF THIS SPECIAL OFFER:  Swag!  Jet lag!  Ford Tauruses!  Training! ("It must be really hard if all you guys can do it.")   "Mars, it's me." AND THINK OF THE OBLIGATORY PR0N!  Exhibit A: MAKEOUT ON THE STAKEOUT.  Exhibit B: Oh noes, there's only one room left at the motel!   Exhibit C: Oh noes, there's only one double bed in this last motel room in the only motel for fifty miles! (Alternatively, there's some random and obscure convention in town.) WHATEVER WILL THEY DO, HMMM, I WONDER. CONVINCING PICSPAM             P.S. What's that? You want to know where Logan is at? No problem.  HE'S IN THE SLAMMER. Veronica will see him again during November Sweeps. (I can't tell you what he did. That's February Sweeps.) [ETA 6/13/08: I've since decided that actually Logan hit the L.A. party scene and ended up on sort of an alternate version of The Hills about notorious celebrity kids. And Veronica pretends not to watch it, of course.] |
Admit it. You totally want to live in the crackified little crackverse in my head. You want to move in and everything.
