You had plenty money 1922

Still got to check norman/plantagenet laws for that. suspect will do whilst lj is down.

However, I have the rumours and gossip section to do. where a courtier or one of the lords brings the matter to Peter or Susan (probably Susan) that there are rumours about Edmund's sex life. the problem is whether it's more likely that this would be put to them in private or in semi-public, like a corner of the room/hall. (it's probably part blackmail/threat)

ideas?

well, I'm at about 27k on the nano. Got another of the fade-to-black scenes out of the way. (ie, I can go back and add the porn if I'm desperate, but I really want to get the damn *plot* done or at least advanced) Caspian was having to forcibly remove Peter's hands and going 'can we please go somewhere I can get my clothes off, because I'd like *not* to mess up my best gear, and you can damn well do your own clothes because I cannot figure out the fastenings on your sodding old-fashioned clothing!' Today, the revels get started :rubs hands gleefully: Oh, Telmarines and Narnians, you have no fucking idea.... MWHAHAHAHAHA.

Hmm. Speaking of which, this is the public return of Bacchus. (he's been harassing Edmund since Beruna but promised him he'd give them a bit of space to at least get started on stuff) I can say with certainty that he *definitely* hasn't been around since the Telmarines took over Narnia (which according to the timeline is only about 300 years - the Pevensies left Narnia 1000 years before *that*, so yeah, you can't blame *everything* on the Telmarines, aside from the forcible silencing which they quite happily admit to. I'm guessing the destruction of Cair Paravel and it becoming a no-go in the fight for power directly after was sometime quite soon after the Pevensies disappeared, given that Edmund's chess set was littered around. On the other hand, it's possible the Telmarines destroyed Cair Paravel as an emblem/base when they got there. Then again, how the fuck did they not ever mention/know the location of Cair Paravel if it was only 300 years ago? You'd think it'd be recorded as a glorious victory and raided to *fuck*, and the Pevensies' stuff would be everywhere in Cair Paravel - at the very least some coins, goblets, carvings or tapestries, so they'd not be so much mythic as actual history. Not to mention the peninsula has become an island, and unless there was a mass of storms and landslides that would still be etched in memory in very recent history... Fuck. I think I've just reasoned myself out of that possible theory. FINE. Cair Paravel was a ruin before the Telmarines ever got there and it was done in the wars directly post-disappearance.)

So. Huh. Theories of when Bacchus stopped coming around? There's no *actual* memory of him aside from a few of the older trees and the River God, just tales (ie they have no fucking idea what they're letting themselves in for), so did he stop coming soon after the Pevensies disappeared - same time as Aslan, the Age of Gods - or did he keep going for a few hundred years after that? I'm thinking it's got to be at least 500 since he was last here. Feel free to contradict me or post your own theories.

This new way of working at nano (ie, not doing specifically chronologically and posting each bit as it gets done) is kinda interesting, since I've found myself adding a sentence here and there or correcting details when i go back to check plot points. Still goign to have the fun of sorting it out into chronological when I finish, though.

Feel that I must hit Ross at work with something heavy. He's hit 44k. This is not just procrastination and filler, he's apparently mostly done with the plot too.

Self, go and book the damn sadlers' wells tickets.

currently writing the response of the narnians, then the Telmarines to the recognition by aslan of the Pevensies. Trying not to steal from bedlamsbad too much. My Narnians aren't as bloodthirsty and my Pevensies aren't as crazy. Though mine have been willingly incestuous for quite a bit longer. or at least Susan and Peter were.

After this I have to write Edmund going through the laws, and ...argh. Essentially he's going to be researching what the hell the Telmarine laws *are*, then the Pevensies are going to be going 'well, fuck that, we're enforcing our laws that we hammered out of a narnia we had to re-build from the ground up after the White Witch. New regime, people.' with a few minor tweaks in *slight* recognition of the fact that the changed situation. (using the Norman imposition method for this.) So. Uh. He'll be consulting with various Narnians, raising an eyebrow at a lot of Telmarines, but. er. Anything I should really be considering in doing this (Narnian law is somewhat direct, brutal and personally delivered) or can I handwave and go 'I am William the Bastard and you're all saxons.' ?

Still avoiding sex scenes.

Oi, clanwilliam and gmh, Sadlers have stuck up their new spring-summer program, and Dorian Gray is listed for July. New Adventures haven't posted their summer schedules yet, so no idea if they'll be touring it to cheaper places (and better view) such as New Wimbledon. Want to catch it on a sat/sun, preferably matinee so wiccachik can see it again - interested?

ETA : how to know you may have too many geeks in the office : Undo plaits, having slept in them. go to the loo, catch sight of self in mirror, wail
'Oh my god I have Buttercup hair!'
Voice from one of the stalls : 'It can't be as bad as all that, surely.' They emerge. 'Oh poor you, it is. never mind, it'll go away when you wash it.'

Getting any Inigo Montoya quote is one thing. Getting a *hair* reference is quite another.

12,580 / 50,000 (25.2%)

cool. a quarter done. and about a thousand of that has 'expand here' and lots of bits in note form in it due to being written during lunch period. Peter and Susan talking historical borders the morning after their official investment. ambassadors is pretty much done and dusted, but still not sure what I'll be doign with the Archenlanders, since they're Wales to my nartnia's England.

Oh, and found something odd. poking through the bottom of the cd stack, and found a partwork cd from this thing called 'the Musicals Collection' that they'd released in 1994. I'd picked up the Phantom of the opera and West Side Story - parts 1 and 2 - out of curiosity and because they were on offer as £2 each as the hook to get you to subscribe to the rest of the series at the time. Opened the Phantom cd, saw that it was Jay Productions, which rang a bell, and then flipped open the inlay to see if I recognised any of the performers. And lo and behold it's the '93 Highlights recording with JB as Raoul. Must hunt down the West Side Story one and see who's in that. After doing a quick google, I found other works in the series were Scrooge and Threepenny Opera - anyone know of any more or heard of this partwork?

9,247 / 50,000 (18.5%)

I'd be more comfy at at least 11 or 12k at this stage, since i get nowt in the way of time on thursday, and i can't guarantee getting much done this weekend, since, well, Cornwall. Got past their coronation. Which means I've got slightly into the plot. I really need to remember that I didn't mean this to be necessarily sequential, it was scenes as they came up along a vague timeline.

Think the next up is discussion amongst the Telmarines and then the new laws. and the ambassadors. then engagement? Somewhere in here I need to actually have Susan and Caspian getting together, or at least the implication that they've *started* shagging on a not-at-all serious basis. Not to mention I need at least a couple of mentions of Bacchus being around, since I don't trust that little bugger as far as I can throw him before I deal with the major freak out of the Telmarines about what he's doing.

Feck. Too many bloody details just blindsided me.

It's 1948/49, Peter's first leave. (which. Um. How soon would you get leave in your first posting?)

And of course my brain didn't register that this is at least 7 years after Prince Caspian. Not even Lucy would still be in school, since she was 12/13 in Prince Caspian. Which wasn't too bad - just had to quickly change a line from 'still in school' to 'not finished training'. I *think* Edmund's still in Secret Service training and still at the point where he'd still be covered by National Service period, because it's not 1950 yet and thus he didn't get shipped off to Malaya. Expecting his future career to be covered by uni and then 'diplomatic job'.

Thank the FSM for having parents who know a lot about the era.
'Er, job for a 20-21 year old nice middle class girl?'
'Typist or clerk. You have no idea how many typists were needed in any business until the advent of computers. And she'd still be living at home. Nails probably short since though it is possible to type with long nails, you were at risk of breaking them very easily.'
And she sympathised with my 'how is it so many post-war writers forget rationing and national service?' moan.

having problems because Dad!Pevensie is trying to tactfully ask his son about the savage killer reports he got from his old army mates. And Peter's cheerful. And so much more relaxed and comfortable in his skin and a bunch of the pent-up frustration is *gone*. And now he's got to broach it with Edmund.

the other problem? Everyone's definitely different - this fic is about how they still can't cope with their children who came back from being evacuees so strange and the girls keep doing split personality. (they're all slightly distant/too grown-up/cliquey/make disturbing war comments, but Lucy is mostly cheerful bubbly and suddenly switches to full-on draconian ward sister when it comes to medical stuff. Susan is *normal*. Shallow, of course, but then there's the political insight/cool imperious stuff.)

However, I don't know how much they'd notice Edmund's quirks beyond the distant/cliquey thing. Because Edmund fades into the background on purpose. And is just generally calm and reliable and solid. AND CS LEWIS GIVES US NO IDEA WHAT HE WAS LIKE PRE-WAR. The utter brattishness is due to going to school. That's stated in LWW, and emphasised by missing dad and so on in the film. just that he was more of a good egg. What? Was he more like Peter? Like Lucy? Like Susan? Is his entire personality as we know him due to the White Witch and Narnia?

Ta for all the help with the gay stuff. Will probably go into the nano. interesting about the single finger since it's not something I was even aware was around pre-america.

Of course, this is when my brain span off and decided to ponder about the pevensies' parents' reaction to peter as soldier stuff. Sodding. Bloody. Hell. Why hello, Margaret and Robert Pevensie, nice to meet you, and these are your children. No, you have no way of ever understanding them, there's 15 years' worth of history in another country you'll never get to know about. They are in fact in their thirties, not teenagers. Robert, don't listen to your old-still-in-the-army mates' stories of your son. It never helps to know what they're like.

I still have to get the edmund/Bacchus pre-history fleshed out to see if I want to do it as standalone or work it in as flashbacks if my word count starts screaming! There's *still* the sodding Jack/Ianto 30s timeslip fic to finish that's been laying around for ages!

Also I need a name for this bloody 'verse considering it keeps bloody growing...

Poking the new Sarah (Chuck) outfit (see chucktv.net for photos). According to boy who sits next to me, her shoes are converse. I considered getting cheap lookalikes and painting them, but it turns out ebay has orange converse for about £15 (which is cheaper than buying the fakes + paint cost). The fun thing will be looking for white cropped jeans. I can probs get the vest printed up no trouble, and will have to badger the printing shop about how much they'd charge for just the printing on your own item for the apron.

The important question now is whether I suit orange.

(I have vague dread of it being like Princess Bride, where I got the 'eurgh, that shade of red and cut *really* doesn't suit you' and I replied 'yeah, well, it didn't suit the original actress either.')

:facepalm: self, you really should be looking at costumes for the bloody BSG con in December, not the con next year.

I really shouldn't idly surf bedlamsbard's narnia fic late at night. I re-read Ere Yet We let Loose the Legions (Golden age narnia/LOTR) where Eomer's bunch end up in Narnia whilst fleeing the Uruk-Hai and Peter decides 'fuck it, let's join the fight' and now? Now I want to see Peter meeting Aragorn. All those who think they'd have to be kept at different ends of the hall by Legolas and Edmund, raise your hands... AUGH. Fuck *off*, bunnies.

Listening to the Sunset Boulevard tracks from ALW's birthday. :wails: WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT INTO MUSICALS IN MY TEENS/EARLY TWENTIES? :pokes ALW: re-stage it, you know you want to. and hire Maria Friedman. (if the woman reduced people to tears with her rendition of 'As If We Never Said Goodbye' at a concert, I'm all for trying her for the role. And just checked the youtube vs. the radio2 record - the radio's completely flattened it out. Note to self : track down all the youtube bits of the concert, rip them, then figure out how to rip the mp3s because they're far better quality) The Barrowman could probably be convinced if he stops doing the rather more...stupid tv shows. Ruthie, consider yourself ear-marked for Norma when you're a couple of decades older. And will you two stop having so much chemistry? The 'awwwww's are very, very audible on the youtubes.

had one of those sponsored coffee mornings for Macmillan cancer at work.

Half an hour after, woozy and running a bit of a temperature. Cannot, however, figure out if this is due to too much caffeine and sugar at once plus it being rather warm or if it's the slightly-gastroenteritic flu mum has (which we reckon I had the baby version of a couple of days ago). Dear body, make up your mind.

In other news, appear to be unable to listen to music at work. Windows media player is suddenly playing everything slightly too fast and high pitched and insisting it's on normal settings, and suddenly deciding some mp3s have errors, and vlc is just fucking up every two seconds.

bah.

And no, I do not need to set up narnia_ficfinders just because my google and del.icio.us skills are shite and I want Caspian werewolf fic. (Look, he got bit in the book. There should be more werewolf fic. I've only seen one. Can't remember if he got bit in the film, but considering most people write film-book fusion...)

Title : Original Suspicious Bastard
Author : Gunbunny
Fandom : Narnia.
Pairing : none.
Rating : A bit of violence.
Summary : You'd think one Pevensie in the military was enough. (post-PC)
Disclaimer : Not mine. CS Lewis's.
Feedback : I accept burnt offerings and alcohol.
Archive : http://burntcopper.com/fic , anywhere else feel free.
Notes : Follows on from Judge his Reactions.
( Original Suspicious Bastard )