Remix Madness, take 3
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:00 am... anyway, as I said, the authors have been revealed, so it's time for Take 3.
I got two stories.
Condiments (The Morning After remix) was written by
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After the Battle of New York, the Avengers indulge in a little friendly bickering over pancakes.
I love all the culture-and-taste clashing. I love the subtle and less-than-subtle characterisation between the Avengers. I love that Clint likes his with blueberries, because yay, blueberries!!!! I love that Thor eats his pancakes with lingonberries and is surprised by their thickness.
(Fun fact: Czech actually has two words for the two kinds of pancakes. The thin, crépe-like ones are called palačinky (which, wow, is related to placenta via Romanian and Hungarian and Slovak) and the thick ones, leavened or with baking powder or soda, are called lívance (which comes from the verb lít, to pour). One of the zillion reasons I like my language!)
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Pack Rat (Remix of "Packing for the Journey") was written by
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Sometimes, Cor can be a little too prepared. And Corin, though an exasperatingly bad packer, is paradoxically something of a hoarder.
I love how Syrena expanded on my tiny mention that Corin did, of course, come back from his diplomatic journey to Calormen with trouble on his heels. "Corin's second diplomatic trip to Calormen fell short of a complete disaster in the same way that a lost and unhorsed soldier in the desert would at least not be swept away by floodwaters. It was not Corin's fault by word, deed or inaction, but the brunt of the misfortune had nonetheless fallen upon his head." Hehe. Read on if you haven't yet, it's hilarious!
Hmm. I'm still not sure I've figured out this formatting thing.
I wrote three stories; but one of them was something I actually started writing years ago, and the Remix Madness provided an opportunity to pull it out.
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Arm wrestling with the cubs wasn't the best idea. Letting them pack the chocolates was a worse idea.
It needed to be put into proper letter form, you see!
Ilbereth's post scriptum was actually inspired by a little brochure we had when I was a child (it must still be lying around somewhere), full of lavish illustrations of ways you can re-purpose ordinary items and junk and fruit and vegetables into toys and ornaments. With handwriting and poems. There was a Christmas section. I'm not sure there were any orange rind boats, but the spirit of it was an obvious fit.
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Edmund wants to establish newspapers, but he keeps running into problems. Do newspapers print the truth?
In which Edmund's search for people willing to undertake the newspaper project continues, unsuccessfully. Because Narnians do not know what newspapers are, and my headcanon Peridan (who, if he is Methos, does...) could not refrain from pointing out another obvious glitch in Edmund's argument. It's a glitch that has been discussed many times over the years in this family, which is, I guess, why it jumped to my mind immediately when reading the original story.
The two ladies in the story, Amathea the Naiad laundress and Lady Dariam of Heather downs, are people I came up with for The Peridan Chronicles, though neither of them has made it to the main body of the story yet - Amathea is mentioned in a deleted scene and Lady Dariam ought to be mentioned in a chapter I haven't managed to finish yet.
The third story, the one I'd written before, is Survivors, inspired by daegaer's Captain Crowley series, particularly Bright with his Splendour and a short WW2 piece published on LiveJournal that doesn't seem to have made it to their AO3 account. And by LeonaWriter's delightful story And He Smiled over at FF.net; that wasn't part of the challenge, it's just just because it found its way into it inevitably, it's that lovely. I think I'll leave this one for another post...