My agents would give her a trip to ANOTHER wonderful universe: Harry Potter! As soon as she walked through the portal, they'd plunk her down in front of the mirror of Erised and watch her waste away.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that we're all longing to escape.
Speak for yourself, darling. I read P&P for its realism and satire as much as its romance. Qualities which seem to be missing from the farce that is "Lost in Austen."
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Maybe it's time for another group mission. by
on 2008-09-07 03:48:00 UTC
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*Wearing PG hat* It is looking good by
on 2008-09-07 01:55:00 UTC
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Write away! All I ask is that you send me a copy of the mission before you send it out into the wide world!
Otherwise, the this story is looking good!
*/PG hat*
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Why, oh why couldn't they have done "Don't Panic!" instead? by
on 2008-09-07 00:59:00 UTC
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Even though I'm undergoing the Permission process, I am going to state the following...
*Agent Christianne browses through the poison shop, settling for Ye Olde Poisonous Poison(tm). Meanwhile, Agent Eledhwen hacks up a dummy of Amanda Price (P&P's official Mary Sue) for stress relief*
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And now for something completely different! by
on 2008-09-07 00:54:00 UTC
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I just bought a pen that has pink, urple, and purple ink thingys (it's the kind with a lot of different colors in one pen, pushed by springs and other...stuff). But they really don't have much of a distinction between the three so now I have three shades of urple-y magenta. Flattering.
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Ah well. Learn through pain! X] (nm) by
on 2008-09-07 00:37:00 UTC
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I don't think S&S know what Steampunk is. by
on 2008-09-06 23:38:00 UTC
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The joke's appreciated by me, though.
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Thanks for the encouragement. by
on 2008-09-06 23:36:00 UTC
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My friend and I need to do the equivalent of a relay race to get this thing done. We need to pretend we have deadlines! And pretend it in such a way that we believe it!
Hmm... *plots*
--Mystia
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Wasn't Methuselah... by
on 2008-09-06 23:32:00 UTC
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...the oldest man to ever live, biblically speaking? I mean, of course, the man who lived to the oldest age in the bible. In the Old Testament... I think he's one of the begats... Adam's many-times-great-grandchild or some such...
*shrugs*
I think it's fine, though.
--Mystia
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This might be my selfishness speaking... by
on 2008-09-06 23:30:00 UTC
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...but I'd love a second year, if only to be able to enrol in the summer school. xD
Though considering that you've yet to finish the first year, isn't asking about the second year a bit premature?
I'm thefailedpoet on livejournal, so it was me who commented on Episode Ten just now.
Keep going, Trojanhorse, I believe in you!
--Mystia, cheering
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Brilliant! by
on 2008-09-06 23:28:00 UTC
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A grave thanks to Agent Undis Closed and his cohorts at Radio Nutmeg. I would send them gifts and letters and such, but undisclosed locations in New Caledonia are not very reachable by the likes of me.
And Huinesoron, thanks for passing it on to us. :)
--Mystia, pleased
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I doubt Maaike will come here. Don't worry. And by the way.. by
on 2008-09-06 23:24:00 UTC
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Use of the nickname "Sed" will have both your agents in traction if it's so much as whispered in the presence of Agent Sedri. She's a little... touchy about nicknames.
( ;p )
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You DO know you just invoked the Ironic Over Power, right? ; (nm by
on 2008-09-06 23:21:00 UTC
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I think that it's mid to late 1800s. by
on 2008-09-06 20:50:00 UTC
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At least, it's 1846 in this (at 3:45).
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YAYYYYYY! *huggles Lucy* Now... by
on 2008-09-06 20:36:00 UTC
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Does Meir Brin still do mini-Aragog adoptions?
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Go ahead, help yourself. (nm) by
on 2008-09-06 19:33:00 UTC
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They'll be there in a minute or so. by
on 2008-09-06 19:15:00 UTC
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*huggles Lucy Pevenzi* May I adopt her? May I? May I? I'll take good care of her and she can play with Mara and Ithill.
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Ah, more mini-Balrogs? Send them along. by
on 2008-09-06 19:04:00 UTC
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Oh, and if anyone reads Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles fics, could you send any minis you find to Misses Cass and Angel? They're mini-kiji- little demons. Very friendly towards non-fanbrats.
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That sounds a lot like "Meduseld". (nm) by
on 2008-09-06 18:56:00 UTC
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Oh, and does anyone know roughly when ST is set? ... by
on 2008-09-06 18:44:00 UTC
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Clearly it's within a Victorian-ish era, but can anyone give an approximate decade? The original novel was actually set in 1785, but the play/movie may be different.
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True. by
on 2008-09-06 18:41:00 UTC
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Absolutely. Fanfic can't replace any relationship, and is only really wish-fulfillment. But even though I understand that, I still wonder what would happen if I went to Narnia and got Caspian to fall in love with me or something.
But then I'd be a Mary Sue, stealing him away from Ramandu's daughter and Susan. And I'd have to PPC myself.
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I WANT THE MINI-DRAGON! by
on 2008-09-06 18:02:00 UTC
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Ok...may I adopt the mini-Dragon?
When I looked over my old fanfiction, I discovered Ewoyn, with an accented E. Also, I discovered Bilibo and Frogo.
And as for mini-Aragogs, I spotted Mc Gongall.
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Hmmmmm... by
on 2008-09-06 17:52:00 UTC
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I do hope no one else from C&S frequents this Board. Especially Maikke-Fluffy.
But Sed, you asked for it...
To anyone else: This writing sample is Alternate Universe. It is a Narnia Fanfic where the Pevensies stay and Susan marries Caspian. After their wedding dance, Susan decides that Caspian needs to have a dance lesson.
A Lesson in Painless Waltzing
“Come on, Caspian!”
“My dear, I do not wish to—“
“You are going to, and I will not be dissuaded. Do you know how crushed my toes felt after that dance?”
The rest of the Pevensie siblings and Trumpkin looked on amusedly as Susan Pevensie literally dragged her newly-wedded husband into the ballroom. Said king was struggling all the while with a childish pout on his face.
“I do not see the reason in this, my Queen,” the King of the Telmarines and Narnians grumbled as Susan proceeded to plant him firmly in a seat.
The Gentle Queen scowled at him in a most ungentle way. “Your problem is that while you know the steps, you don’t know how to do the dance with a partner without giving them toe injuries. We’re changing that today.” She turned to Peter. “All right; come over here. We’re going to teach Caspian dear how to do a proper waltz without stepping on people’s toes.”
The High King of Narnia smirked a little, still finding the situation funny beyond reckoning. He approached her and placed one hand on her waist. Susan put one hand flat against her brother’s shoulder before taking his other hand. Finally, she gave the minstrel who was also in the room a signal to start playing.
A little waltz started. Susan and Peter danced slowly, while Susan chanted “One-two-three, one-two-three…see, his feet aren’t pulverizing mine…one-two-three...”
Pretty soon it was Caspian who was dancing with her, and doing a terrible job at it. The word ‘ow’ was slowly becoming an overused interjection for Susan.
“You know, Su, you can always let Caspian lead,” commented Edmund as Susan took a seat, bending down to massage her aching toes. Caspian sat next to her with a ‘see-I-told-you-so’ look on his face.
His older sister glowered at him. “Pray tell, Ed, will there be a difference?”
Their Dear Little Friend Trumpkin tilted his head a little and said shrewdly, “If you let him lead, your Majesty, at least you will be able to avoid his feet. You are already able to feel him moving forward with the hand on his shoulder there, so it is a simple matter to move with him.”
Susan shrugged. “It can’t hurt to try, DLF.” Sooner or later she and Caspian were in the dance position again, ready to waltz.
As they began to move, Susan fought the urge to lead him and instead opted to follow his footing. Trying her hardest not to look down, she closed her eyes and braced herself for a bout of pain that would certainly occur if he stepped on her feet again…
…It never came. Her eyes slowly opened again at the end of the dance to see her husband grinning smugly at her. “Looks like Trumpkin was right,” he murmured in her ear.
Susan laughed, admitting defeat. But her laughter died out as she noticed that his face was dangerously close to hers. She closed her eyes again as she closed the distance between their lips.
“So I guess the lesson is over, aye?” muttered Edmund. Peter merely grimaced. No matter how happy he had felt when Aslan noted the feelings Caspian and Susan felt for one another and therefore allowed them to stay, he still felt his big brother protectiveness struggling to kick in whenever Caspian and Susan showed public displays of affection.
Peter tried to grin and bear it, mentally beating back the protectiveness with Rhindon. “It would seem that way, yes,” he replied. They’re happy and love each other very much. There’s no need to step in, he reminded himself.
Lucy smiled. “Well, now that Caspian can do a waltz without stepping on toes, I think we need to teach him the minuet without crippling people for life as well.”
Caspian, who heard Lucy, groaned.