Maurice Parody: The Boathouse
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rusty_armourTitle: The Boathouse
Author: Rusty Armour
Summary: Maurice’s relationship with Scudder turns out to be more complicated than he’d imagined. Can they possibly have their happy ending and the boathouse too?
Category: Humour/Parody
Rating: Slash (I suppose), PG-13
Spoilers: The Merchant Ivory production of Maurice
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of E.M. Forster and, to some extent, the Merchant Ivory team, as I’m basing this parody on the film rather than the novel.
A/N: Although I originally blamed this parody (the first two parts, anyway) on Tylenol Cold Plus, it really came about because I just couldn’t get Maurice out of my head. Of course, if it hadn’t been for the Tylenol Cold Plus, I might not have had such silly thoughts about the film in the first place – or the courage to record them on LJ. Of course,
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fengirl88 and blooms84 should also be scapegoats as they supported and encouraged me throughout this entire endeavour. Shame on you. *g* This takes place right after the events of Maurice. In terms of Maurice and Alec’s storyline, it’s shortly after they declare their love for each other in the boathouse. You can find the scene in question below if you need to refresh your memory or never saw the film in the first place:
I was on Tylenol Cold Plus and thought it would be funny. The initials are as follows:
JW: James Wilby
RG: Rupert Graves
PN: Phoebe Nicholls
HG: Hugh Grant
In the Boathouse - Several Hours Later
JW: Well, Alec, now that we've had sexual intercourse in every conceivable position, I think it's time we were on our way.
RG: What do you mean? Is the boathouse not grand enough for you? Are you ashamed to be seen here with the likes of me? Afraid of what your mar might say?
JW: (Maurice kisses the top of Scudder's head) No, no, not at all. I love your little boathouse, even though it technically belongs to Clive. Alec, if I could remain here with you forever, I would, but --
RG: You said we could go anywhere, do anything. Well, I want to stay here, Maurice -- in the boathouse.
JW: Alec, if we stay here, we'll be arrested.
RG: (Scudder's forehead creases in confusion) For trespassing? But Mr. Durham said you're welcome to stay at the boathouse whenever you please.
JW: No, love. He said I was welcome to stay at the house house, and I don't think this is quite what he had in mind. Besides, it isn't trespassing that concerns me, but the numerous lewd and indecent acts we've just committed. Mr. Lasker-Jones suggested that I move to a country where homosexuality is tolerated, such as France or Italy.
RG: But France or Italy is miles away from the boathouse!
JW: (Cups Scudder's face in his hands) Alec, I realize that this will be exceedingly difficult, but, for both our sakes, you must give up this wild notion of living in a boathouse.
RG: (Scudder pulls away from Maurice, sulking) I already gave up the Argentine for you and now you expect me to give up my boathouse as well?
JW: It's Clive's boathouse and, yes, Alec, I do. Our love isn't accepted in England and, so, we must go abroad. Remember those wonderful sculptures we saw in the British Museum? Well, you wouldn't believe the kind of art they have in France and Italy.
RG: (Muttering angrily to himself) I don't care about no art what toffs is gawking at.
JW: Alec, would you go to France or Italy if we had a boathouse?
RG: (Scudder shrugs sulkily) Might.
JW: Alec, would you go to France or Italy if we had this boathouse?
RG: (Scudder's eyes light up momentarily in excitement then narrow) Don't be daft. We couldn't possibly get the boathouse across the English Channel. It's too heavy. It would sink.
JW: (Maurice smiles indulgently at Scudder) We'd break it down first, Alec. Then, when we reached our destination, we'd rebuild it.
RG: (Scudder looks confused again) But it's not our boathouse. It's Mr. Durham's. You said so yourself. He ain't going to allow us to tear it down.
JW: He will if we blackmail him. (Maurice rises and starts to get dressed) No, no. You stay here, Alec. I've seen your attempts at blackmail and they aren't very good. No, I shall take care of the blackmail while you decide exactly where we're going to rebuild the boathouse.
RG: (Scudder pulls Maurice down for a quick kiss then smiles as Maurice leaves the boathouse) I wonder if Mr. Durham will allow us to take the ladder too.
At the House - Twenty Minutes Later
Anne Durham is sitting at her dressing table brushing her hair -- or engaging in some other suitable activity for the wife of a British politician in the early twentieth century. She is startled by a thump outside the window and instantly rises from her chair. Then, she is even more startled when she sees Alec Scudder.
PN: Scudder! I thought I told you that you mustn't visit me unless Clive is out of town! And what are you doing here in the first place? I thought you had sailed off to the Argentine or Canada or some other God-forsaken place.
RG: (Scudder climbs through the window, removing his cap once he's inside the bedroom) I'm rightly sorry, ma'am, but I had to come and see you on account of the heated exchange in the garden between your husband and Maurice.
PN: That's Mr. Hall to you, Scudder! I realize you no longer serve as under-gamekeeper, but surely you still know your place.
RG: That I do, ma'am. It's with Maurice in the boathouse in France...or maybe Italy. I haven't made up my mind yet.
PN: (Anne sways slightly and is forced to grasp the dressing table for support) Surely you're not suggesting that Maurice is...that Maurice would...Oh, God. Are you the little girl Maurice has tucked away in London?
RG: (Scudder scowls) Don't be daft. I'm not little and I don't live in London neither. Considering the number of times I've visited you in the night, I thought you'd know that, ma'am.
PN: (Anne blushes) Well, that's just it. I never suspected that you were an invert. Now, if it were Clive, I wouldn't be surprised at all, but you, Scudder. (Anne shakes her head forlornly) This will ruin Maurice's career, not to mention his social standing, his position in the community...
RG: Maurice loves me just as I love him. He said he'd give up his career for me. I've already given up mine.
PN: (Anne stares at Scudder as if seeing him for the first time) Is that really the reason you decided to stay? To be with Maurice?
RG: It is, ma'am -- only we're not staying seeing as we'd be arrested and all. That's why Maurice is trying to blackmail Mr. Durham. We need the boathouse to live in because it's our special place. Maurice wants to dismantle it and rebuild it in France or Italy.
PN: Because homosexuality is tolerated in those countries?
RG: Yes, ma'am.
PN: I see. (Anne walks over to the window and looks out into the garden where Maurice and Clive are, indeed, exchanging heated words) Well, once the situation with the boathouse has been sorted, we'll need labourers to handle the dismantling. Then, of course, we'll need men to rebuild the boathouse once you've reached either France or Italy. Oh, and then there's the passage from England itself. I can book the tickets for the crossing. I suppose you'll require a ship with a rather large hold if you're going to be carrying all that wood.
RG: (Scudder stares at Anne in surprise, but quickly recovers) Why, yes, ma'am. I reckon a ship with a large hold is exactly what we'd require.
PN: Very well. I'll see what I can arrange. (Anne looks serious for an instant, but then she breaks into a dazzling smile and takes Scudder's hands in hers) Oh, Alec, it's all so terribly sweet and romantic. I'm so happy that Maurice has found someone, even if that someone is a working class poof who has slept with the entire household.
RG: Not the entire household, ma'am! I ain't never slept with Simcox!
PN: Well, no. I doubt that anyone has. (Anne looks at Scudder and they start to giggle. Then they fly apart as Clive bursts through the door)
HG: Darling, I know you're extremely fond of the man, but Maurice is being a complete - (Clive freezes as he spots Scudder) What are you doing here? You'd better be fixing a leaky roof or moving a piano, you nasty little oik. My God. Did you climb up here with the ladder? How dare you intrude on my wife in this way? What if I'd been here and we'd been enjoying connubial pleasures?
PN: Not bloody likely.
HG: Well, really, Anne! I...I scarcely know what to say.
RG: That must be a first considering he's a politician.
HG: (Clive glares at Scudder) Anne, please tell me that you didn't invite this lower class tart into our bedroom.
PN: No, dear, I didn't. He arrived unannounced.
HG: Well, I'm heartily glad to hear it, Anne.
PN: No, I've only invited Scudder into the bedroom when you've been away. (Anne smiles sweetly at Scudder) Of course, that's all changed now that Scudder and Maurice are going to be living abroad in our boathouse.
HG: (Clive is practically apoplectic) That boathouse has been in my family for generations. If you think I'm going to hand it over to a couple of filthy fornicating whoopsies, I'm afraid you're very much mistaken.
PN: Clive, you're giving them the boathouse and, what's more, you'll be hiring some labourers to dismantle it. If you don't, I shall join the Women's Social and Political Union.
HG: (Clive gasps in horror) You wouldn't!
PN: Oh, I most certainly would.
HG: (Clive gapes at Anne in disbelief then nods jerkily when he sees that she isn't going to back down) Fine. The boathouse was falling apart, anyway. It's about time we built a new one.
PN: (Anne beams at Clive and crosses the room to plant a quick kiss on his cheek) That's excellent, darling. I have some simply smashing ideas for the new boathouse. Let's go to your study and I'll draw a couple of quick sketches to show you what I have in mind.
Anne tugs Clive out of their bedroom, leaving Scudder alone. However, he isn't by himself for long as Maurice appears at the window an instant later.
JW: Alec! What on earth are you doing here? As soon as I saw the ladder, I thought it must be you, but I could barely believe you'd have the nerve to climb up here -- and during the day, no less!
RG: I've been exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Durham.
JW: Well, that's an improvement on what I was exchanging with Mr. Durham.
RG: I know. I could hear it.
JW: Uh, yes. I'm sorry about that. (Maurice looks down, unable to meet Scudder's eyes) Alec, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but... (Maurice sighs) We won't be getting the boathouse. Clive is being a complete bastard and refusing to let us have it, despite my skilled attempts at blackmail.
RG: That's all right. Mrs. Durham is letting us have it. I explained the situation to her, so she blackmailed Clive for us. They're drawing up plans for a new boathouse as we speak.
JW: You...you told Anne about us?
RG: Well, I had to, didn't I? I could see you weren't getting anywhere with the blackmailing and we need that boathouse.
JW: Alec, I can't decide whether you're brilliant or completely mad.
RG: (Sounding a bit nervous) But you still love me either way, don’t you?
JW: (Maurice smiles at Scudder) Come here.
Scudder moves closer to the window, and Maurice grabs him by the shirt to pull him in for a kiss.
In the Boathouse - In Les Andelys - Five Months Later
Maurice is sitting with a glass of Chablis in his hand. Scudder enters the boathouse carrying a rather large basket covered with a white cloth, which he places upon their only table.
JW: Ah. Been to the bakery, I see. Or, perhaps, it’s another gift from one of your many female admirers.
RG: (Scudder sits down in the chair across from Maurice, looking sulky) They’re not female admirers: they’re customers.
JW: (Maurice snorts) Alec, despite your declaration that you intend to learn French, it’s been the other way round. Instead of you learning French, all the women who show up at the butcher shop have been learning English.
RG: (Looking both sheepish and defensive) So they want to learn English. What’s wrong with that? You went to Cambridge, didn’t you? I woulda thought you’d approve of people getting an education.
JW: My dear boy, I was tossed out of Cambridge. Nevertheless, I think education is a grand thing – when it’s done for the right reasons.
RG: (Scudder rolls his eyes) I got it at the bakery, all right?
JW: And what, pray tell, is ‘it’? Did you buy us some more of those deliciously crunchy baguettes?
RG: (Shooting a nervous glance at the basket) Not exactly. It’s something different this time. A-a surprise.
JW: (Maurice smiles) Then I shall look forward to it. (Maurice rises from his chair with a predatory gleam in his eye then freezes when Scudder holds up a hand)
RG: No, not now, Maurice. There’s a particular subject I wish to discuss with you that’s most important.
JW: (Maurice raises an eyebrow) You sound frightfully serious, Alec. I hope nothing’s the matter. (Maurice glances down at Alec, focusing on the area below his waist)
RG: No, I didn’t hack off my winkle with a meat cleaver – not even accidentally. Maurice, I was born in my dad’s butcher shop. I was serving customers back when I was a nipper. I can promise you that I’m not going to lose any body parts while on the job.
JW: Well, it’s still a jolly dangerous profession. I wish you could go back to being an under-gamekeeper instead.
RG: Oh, because being in the company of a bunch of armed toffs that are too stupid to find their arses is much safer. One of them blokes almost shot me once.
JW: (Looking amused) Was that before or after you slept with his daughter?
RG: (Scudder stands up abruptly) Right. I’m off. It’s abundantly clear that you are unwilling to partake in a serious discussion, seeing as you’re making jokes at my expense.
JW: Oh, Alec, don’t be that way. (Maurice rises from his chair and pulls Scudder into his arms) I’m sorry, love. You know what Chablis does to me. Stay and we’ll have that serious discussion of yours.
RG: Well, all right, then, but you’d better behave. (Scudder returns to his chair. He waits until Maurice is also seated, and lifting his glass to his lips, before he speaks.) I think we should have a baby.
JW: (Maurice instantly spits out the Chablis and starts coughing violently) Excusez-moi?
RG: You heard me.
JW: (Still coughing) Alec, I realize that, given his profession, your father might have been too busy to explain the fundamentals to you –
RG: (Glaring at Maurice) He explained them just fine.
JW: Well, I think he may have left out one or two points on the subject of procreation. (Maurice gazes at Scudder sadly) Alec, two men can’t have a baby.
RG: Well, not without getting married, no. It wouldn’t be right. (Scudder smiles) Fortunately, we took care of that.
JW: Yes, I know. I hadn’t forgotten. It would be impossible for me to forget the wedding considering that gown you wore, Alexandra.
RG: Never you mind, Mr. Snooty. The pastor said I was the most beautiful bride he’d ever seen.
JW: Alec, the pastor was blind.
RG: That doesn’t mean he ain’t entitled to an opinion! Blind men have as much right to an opinion as the rest of us. Just as two married men, such as ourselves, have the right to adopt a baby.
JW: (Maurice sits up in surprise) Oh! You were referring to adoption!
RG: (Scudder’s forehead creases) Well, of course I was referring to adoption. How else are we going to have a baby? Maurice, I know your father died when you was a kid, and you had a sheltered upbringing what with the fine table linen and everything, but didn’t you know that men can’t give birth to babies?
JW: (Clears throat) Well, yes, of course I knew that. I was just surprised by your announcement. I had no idea you were interested in raising a child. You seemed so focused on rebuilding the boathouse, dressing in drag, and becoming a butcher.
RG: Well, now I want a baby. Could we have one please?
JW: But why now, Alec? There’s plenty of time. And we’re still newlyweds after all. (Maurice hesitates for an instant before speaking again) Have you grown tired of me already? Am I no longer enough for you?
RG: (Scudder quickly reaches out to grasp Maurice’s hand) No, it’s not you, love. It’s the boathouse. It feels empty with just the two of us and no boats.
JW: (Maurice instantly perks up) We can get boats! We live by a river after all. It shouldn’t prove too difficult a task.
RG: (Shaking head) No, it has to be a baby, Maurice. The boathouse needs new life inside its walls. It needs a little boy running around inside of it.
JW: Or a little girl. It could be a little girl too, couldn’t it?
RG: (Not quite meeting Maurice’s eyes) No, a little boy would be better. Boys run more and grow bigger than girls. We need a little boy because he’d fill more space.
JW: (Studying Scudder skeptically) All right. Your argument makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, but if that’s really what you want –
RG: (Scudder’s face lights up) Do you really mean it? We can adopt a baby boy?
JW: If you feel that strongly about it then, yes. And if you can find someone who is willing to hand over their infant to two foreign homosexuals then I’m all for it.
RG: Oh, Maurice, you’ve made me so happy. I haven’t felt this happy since our wedding day. (Scudder springs out of his chair and rushes to the table. He pulls back the cloth from the basket and reaches inside, extracting a baby.)
JW: (Maurice falls out of his chair) What the bloody hell is that?
RG: Well, it ain’t a croissant. (Scudder looks down at the baby in his arms and his face softens) This is Gaston. Gaston, meet your new daddy, Maurice.
JW: (It’s a struggle but Maurice manages to stand on two shaky legs and approach the baby) My God, Alec, he looks just like you!
RG: Oh, I reckon that’s just the dark hair and eyes. There’s lots of folks with that.
JW: (Staring down at the baby fixedly) No, it’s more than that. He’s got your nose and that mischievous little smile of yours, even without the teeth.
RG: (Squirming uncomfortably) You’re imagining things. Any road, all babies look the same. You can barely tell them apart.
JW: (Maurice crosses his arms) That’s a blatant lie, Alec Scudder. All babies don’t look the same. In fact, this baby looks like only one other person I’ve seen before and that’s you.
RG: Maurice…
JW: Hush, Alec. I’m trying to think. (Maurice stands deep in thought for a moment then snaps his fingers) The French maid! The first time I visited the house after Clive got married, I asked about Gabrielle and was told that she had disappeared a couple of months previously under rather mysterious circumstances. Naturally, neither Clive nor Anne cared as Gabrielle was lower class and, worse still, a foreigner. However, I always wondered what happened to her. Now I know. She returned to France when she realized she was carrying your child.
RG: (Sounding desperate) Maurice, I swear I didn’t know! I would have done right by her if I had! I only found out about Gaston a few days ago when I paid Gabrielle a visit, to see how she was faring.
JW: (Smiling gently) I believe you, Alec. What’s more, I commend you for being the type of man who would make an honest woman out of a fallen French maid. However, I hope you won’t think it selfish of me to say that I’m glad you didn’t know. We might never have met, then, and the very thought fills me with more horror and dread than I could possibly express.
RG: You’re-you’re not angry with me, then?
JW: No, I’m not angry. (Maurice walks over to Scudder and kisses him on the lips) Let me hold your son. I’d like to see him better.
RG: It’s our son and you can hold him whenever you like.
JW: (Maurice takes the baby from Scudder and cradles him in his arms) What’s Gabrielle’s surname? Given his strong resemblance to you, I think it would be wise if we told people he was a French relative of yours that was recently orphaned. That being the case, it might seem strange if he didn’t keep his own name.
RG: It’s Lestrade. Gabrielle’s surname is Lestrade.
JW: Lestrade. Yes, I think that will do quite nicely.
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Date: 2010-12-18 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-18 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-22 06:05 am (UTC)reaches inside, extracting a baby I don't know why but I found this line irrationally funny. Like he was about to produce a package of ham or something.
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Date: 2010-12-22 05:49 pm (UTC)Thank you so much,
reaches inside, extracting a baby I don't know why but I found this line irrationally funny. Like he was about to produce a package of ham or something.
LOL! I hadn't really thought of it that way, but you're right! :-) Maybe I was thinking that on an unconscious level. Well, however the line came about, I'm glad you found it funny.
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Date: 2010-12-26 03:52 pm (UTC)Oh my god! This is hilarious! I have no idea of the context of any of it, but I howled!
Awesome dialogue!
"That doesn’t mean he ain’t entitled to an opinion! Blind men have as much right to an opinion as the rest of us."
"No, it’s not you, love. It’s the boathouse. It feels empty with just the two of us and no boats."
Oh my god! Oh my god! That is priceless!
Lestrade! As in Holme's Lestrade? He was the child of a French maid? Heee!
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Date: 2010-12-29 04:18 am (UTC)Only briefly -- and only because I had a bit of a cold and made the mistake of watching Maurice. *g* I've gone back into retirement again, even though I haven't had a chance to do any research lately, etc.
Oh my god! This is hilarious! I have no idea of the context of any of it, but I howled!
I'm so glad you found it funny without being aware of the context. I've been pleasantly surprised that the humour has still come through for people who haven't seen the film. :-) You can learn a bit more about Maurice here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_(film)) if you're curious. I bought the DVD because I have a slight Rupert Graves obsession and someone on my flist recommended the film. *g*
Awesome dialogue!
"That doesn’t mean he ain’t entitled to an opinion! Blind men have as much right to an opinion as the rest of us."
"No, it’s not you, love. It’s the boathouse. It feels empty with just the two of us and no boats."
Oh my god! Oh my god! That is priceless!
Once again, it's so wonderful to know that the humour works, even though you haven't seen the film! And thanks for saying such kind things about the dialogue! :-D I have to confess that a lot of the dialogue seemed to write itself, even when I wasn't on Tylenol Cold Plus. *g*
Lestrade! As in Holme's Lestrade? He was the child of a French maid? Heee!
Just a little something for the BBC Sherlock Lestrade fans. Rupert Graves plays both Scudder and Lestrade, so I couldn't resist tampering a bit with the genealogy to explain the strong resemblance, etc. *g*
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Date: 2011-07-21 07:02 pm (UTC)Gaston!! LMAO!
"I'm so happy that Maurice has found someone, even if that someone is a working class poof who has slept with the entire household."
Oh Scudder - you tart!
Absolutely priceless - I was giggling the whole way through! Bravo!
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Date: 2011-07-21 07:30 pm (UTC)Ooooooooh!
Gaston!! LMAO!
It seemed like one of the more outrageously French names that began with a "G," so I just couldn't resist. *g* I'm glad it gave you a laugh.
"I'm so happy that Maurice has found someone, even if that someone is a working class poof who has slept with the entire household."
Oh Scudder - you tart!
I got the impression from the film that Scudder was a tad bit slutty. There's even a missing scene in which he's being rather frisky with two maids -- a scene that was also in the novel. Of course, I exaggerated a lot for the sake of parody. *g*
Absolutely priceless - I was giggling the whole way through! Bravo!
Thank you so much,
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Date: 2011-07-21 08:47 pm (UTC)JW: Alec, would you go to France or Italy if we had a boathouse?
RG: (Scudder shrugs sulkily) Might.
Brilliant!
And that ending explains everything! I love this! I will thank blooms84 for reccing it.
Any thoughts of a Buckingham (Charles II) parody??!
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Date: 2011-07-22 03:07 am (UTC)I keep waiting for someone to be object to Scudder being a COMPLETE tart, but no one seems offended or surprised... *g*
JW: Alec, would you go to France or Italy if we had a boathouse?
RG: (Scudder shrugs sulkily) Might.
Brilliant!
Thank you! :-) I think you're the first person to comment on these lines. I wanted to throw in some sign of Scudder's sulkiness because he seemed so sulky with Maurice after that scene in the British Museum -- complaining about waiting for Maurice in the boathouse where it was cold and it rained. Actually, he struck me as being both sulky and a girl when he demanded to know why Maurice never
called him backwrote to him. *g* Don't get me wrong. I thought it was utterly adorable and I can't watch that scene without cracking up a little.And that ending explains everything!
I can't remember how I came up with the ending, but I was obviously unable to resist the opportunity to place Lestrade and Scudder on the same family tree. *g* In any case, I'm glad it worked for you. :-)
I love this!
Thanks again,
I will thank blooms84 for reccing it.
That's very sweet of you. I have to admit that I also thanked
Any thoughts of a Buckingham (Charles II) parody??!
At the moment, no, but who knows what could happen now that you've planted the evil idea in my head! *g* Well, if nothing else, it would be a great excuse to rewatch The Last King...Hmm...Maybe I could throw in Martin Freeman's character (Shaftesbury). Yes...He could keep insisting on having meetings with Buckingham because he secretly fancies him. However, he keeps having to come up with strange and unusual locations in order to intrigue and impress Buckingham. Oh! And if it's after Charles II has told Parliament to bugger off then Shaftesbury might have to come up with some inventive excuses as well. Uh...I'd have to check to see how long everyone lived after that particular scene. I know Shaftesbury wasn't well and Buckingham died shortly after Charles II.
Aaaarrggghhh! Look what you've done! *g*
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Date: 2011-07-22 05:44 am (UTC)There's one bit where S and B and another bewigged gent are all sitting on a bench and they turn their heads to look at someone one after the other: it's like a boy band!!!
THE WORLD NEEDS THIS. YOU MUST DO IT. If I could stomach Rufus Sewell I would write Charles/Buckingham. I'm trying to think of a premise for a Buckingham / Lestrade and/or Shaftesbury / John crossover.
Yes, complete fangirl, and will gladly help in any way I can if you embark on this voyage!!
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Date: 2011-07-22 05:01 pm (UTC)Oh, I knew the meetings were before Charles dissolved Parliament. I was just debating whether a story involving Buckingham and Shaftesbury should take place before or after this event. If it's afterwards then there would have to be a new reason to get together. My thought was that Shaftesbury might miss
seeing Buckinghamtheir secret meetings and would be trying to come up with an excuse for them to meet -- except now the idea has changed again, though I'd still open with them meeting in a strange and unusual place: for the shades of Mycroft if nothing else. ;-)The end, where they're just sitting together is wonderful. And S has a bad leg and walks with a cane!! I kept waiting for the immortal line...
Yes, I thought it was pretty ironic that Rupert Graves and Martin Freeman not only had scenes together but that Martin Freeman's character had a bad leg!
There's one bit where S and B and another bewigged gent are all sitting on a bench and they turn their heads to look at someone one after the other: it's like a boy band!!!
Ah, yes. I think I remember that scene, though maybe I should rewatch the entire movie just to be sure that it's lodged firmly in my memory. *g*
THE WORLD NEEDS THIS. YOU MUST DO IT.
Well, as I keep finding myself running ideas through my head, I think I might have to. Unfortunately, I'm going to be really busy up until about the end of August. However, I think that tonight I'll write down the ideas I've had so far and then work on this when I can.
If I could stomach Rufus Sewell I would write Charles/Buckingham.
I was leaning towards Buckingham/Shaftesbury if that's okay. I think it might even include a sex scene. Do you have any preferences in terms of the rating for this thing?
I'm trying to think of a premise for a Buckingham / Lestrade and/or Shaftesbury / John crossover.
Ooooh! That would be cool! Maybe Moriarity has built a time machine or one of them hits their head. I'm sure you could make it work somehow.
Yes, complete fangirl, and will gladly help in any way I can if you embark on this voyage!!
Yes, I thought you might be a bit of a fangirl. *g* I'll certainly contact you if I do need any help or have any questions. :-)
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Date: 2011-07-22 05:47 pm (UTC)I was thinking, in terms of a crossover to write, could Buckingham possibly be an ancestor of Lestrade? And then something happens, and... Yeah. I got nothing.
OMG, that bit in your fic about children running around the boathouse popped into my head as I was walking home, and I must have looked a right 'nana, giggling in the street. Outside the Chilean Embassy, to boot. Does that make it better, or worse?!
Any road up, eagerly awaiting Buckingham / Shaftesbury delights!
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Date: 2011-07-24 04:34 am (UTC)You might regret giving me licence to write "ANYTHING," but hopefully you'll enjoy at least some of what I come up with. I ended up re-watching The Last King (e.g. the butchered version of Charles II: The Power and the Passion) last night and I've been jotting down any lines or ideas that have popped into my head since yesterday. I'm even thinking of making a title banner (mostly as an excuse to play with PaintShop Pro), though I should warn you that graphics aren't my strong suit.
I think the only help I can give, and this is despite having stayed at the Villiers hotel in Buckingham, is cheerleading, and I'm fashioning a pair of pom-poms even as I type.
If you don't mind, I think I'll send this to you when I'm done to make sure I haven't made any really embarrassing mistakes. I've only seen the highly edited North American version (and really should check out the whole thing on YouTube) and my knowledge of the period isn't as good as it should be. I mean, I'm going to do some quick fact-checking, but I'm sure I could still easily miss something.
I was thinking, in terms of a crossover to write, could Buckingham possibly be an ancestor of Lestrade? And then something happens, and... Yeah. I got nothing.
This idea is probably hopelessly clichéd (and has certainly been done in canon), but maybe could Sherlock and John could come across a painting of Buckingham in some gallery or manor (where Sherlock is working on a case) and instantly notice the strong resemblance between Buckingham and Lestrade. Uh...I'm not sure what they would do with this knowledge or where it would lead them, but it's one way to connect the two characters.
OMG, that bit in your fic about children running around the boathouse popped into my head as I was walking home, and I must have looked a right 'nana, giggling in the street. Outside the Chilean Embassy, to boot. Does that make it better, or worse?!
I'd feel guilty if I wasn't so amused and delighted. *g* I'm not sure if the location of the incident makes it better or worse, but I can definitely sympathize as I do the exact same thing. I'll be walking along when an amusing moment from a fic or a TV show pops into my head. I'm sure people must think I'm nuts because I either end up breaking into my Cheshire cat grin or smothering (unsuccessfully) a fit of giggles. Sometimes it's both.
Any road up, eagerly awaiting Buckingham / Shaftesbury delights!
I hope the parody won't disappoint. I've certainly had some very interesting ideas... ;-)
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Date: 2011-07-24 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-25 02:18 am (UTC)I sympathize about the allergies. I've suffered from them my whole life and dust is the worst one. Of course, it's usually my own fault when dust bothers me because I'm downright lazy in the housekeeping department. *g*
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Date: 2011-07-25 05:21 am (UTC)I get like that too! I reread the relevant chapters in the Schama history book, and now I'm waiting for a bio of Charles II I've ordered. And this is even without having an idea for the crossover fic!
I think I'll do what I do when I'm watching something and I don't like one of the actors - pretend it's someone else. So if I pretend Charles II is played by someone else... Yeah. I still got nothing.
The parody creeps on a pace! Yay!
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Date: 2013-12-09 10:29 pm (UTC)BTW, I'm so far behind with everything that I haven't even heard about the Series 3 interactive trailer! I'll be sure to check that out! :-)
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