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tree_and_leaf) wrote2007-12-04 11:37 pm
tree_and_leaf) wrote2007-12-04 11:37 pm
Another meme, from dolorous_ett and ms_wanderlust
Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.
For fandoms, see my interests, but obvious candidates are Potter, Who, Tolkien, Star Trek (I'm not confident about being able to write most of the cast of Enterprise, though), and I'd also have a bash at the Archers, the Chalet School, and .... there must be more than that?
Also, for German readers out there, I recommend the TU Chemnitz Advent calendar - full of photographs, interesting stories about the Erzgebirge, and recipies (last year there was an utterly brilliant one for chocolate wine cake): http://www.tu-chemnitz.de/advent/2007/
For fandoms, see my interests, but obvious candidates are Potter, Who, Tolkien, Star Trek (I'm not confident about being able to write most of the cast of Enterprise, though), and I'd also have a bash at the Archers, the Chalet School, and .... there must be more than that?
Also, for German readers out there, I recommend the TU Chemnitz Advent calendar - full of photographs, interesting stories about the Erzgebirge, and recipies (last year there was an utterly brilliant one for chocolate wine cake): http://www.tu-chemnitz.de/advent/2007/
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Incidentally, how well known would you say the Chalet School books are? I must admit, I don't think they ever registered with me until I saw them mentioned on recent LJ posts. I threw them into a quiz league question on authors of fictional schools recently (no, I didn't include Hogwarts, best not to out myself ...), and no-one seemed to have heard of them. Admittedly only two of the players out of eight were women, but all of them seemed to be of 'the right age'.
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I find it hard to judge how well known the CS books are, other than 'an awful lot less than Enid Blyton'; I read them growing up, and there was another girl in my class at school who was a fan, but I think we were pretty much the only ones. On the other hand, they're still mostly in print - at least, they were last time I looked.
They're better known than Antonia Forest, I think, and certainly more than Malcolm Saville's 'Lone Pine" series (not school stories, but another quite high-quality long running series). I think more people of my age (twenty something) are liable to have read them than Angela Braziil
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The stern, black-haired witch frowned. "The devil's snare hates heat and light, but my wand is somewhere under that, so unless you've got a box of matches, we're in trouble. I"ve never heard of it being quite this vicious, though."
:"Wait a moment" Liz looked thoughtful. "I'm not a green biologist, but I know Dr Stevens said something about experimenting with charged fields - can you feel your way to that box on the wall? I'm afraid I'm stuck fast."
"But what-"
"Do it, please" said Liz sharply; the blackhaired woman did not look as if she was used to taking orders, but she did so.
"Right. Open the box - it should flip open, then push the sliding switch up."
There was a squeal of feedback, and suddenly the pressure on Liz's legs slackened, and she was able to move to the lightswitch. The plant was shrivelling and dying.
"What did it do?" said the strange woman.
"Reversed the polarity of the neutron flow" said Liz, shrugging. "You must be the Professor McGonagall who was supposed to be visiting today, but I'm afraid I find it hard to believe that you're a particle physicist...."
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"Good man" said Peter, firmly. "I can't abide these ghastly Victorian monstrosities."
Shula looked surprised and - could it be? - disappointed.
"D'you do much ringing in the parish?"
"Well, yes. I'm afraid I don't know very much about the bells, though. There should be a leaflet at the back of the church by the fair trade stall, though..."
"Ah, well, I'll have a look later. Mind if I have a look at them? Something awfully fascinating about bells, don't you think? If a little uncanny. 'In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone!', an' all that."
"I beg your pardon?" said Shula, who was beginning to think the visitor might be unhinged, rather than merely, as his old-fashioned dress suggested, eccentric.
"Never mind. The door to the bell tower's here, I take it? So good of you to let me go up. Charmin' little place, Ambridge. I've an idea my sister-in-law once stayed with old Mrs Pargetter. Spoke very highly of the village, though I'm not sure how closely she ever observed it. That's the thing, with villages - you never quite know what's going on beneath the ever-so-respectable surface... Well, I'll see you later, perhaps. Thanks awfully."
He vanished into the tower, and Shula heaved a sigh of relief. Strictly speaking, the tower was not open for visitors, but there was something about that man that made her feel slightly uneasy.
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