Indeed, Sir

I could neither write nor read a story where they both die like that. *weeps at the entire concept* But you know, a fair number of people did actually live through it...

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chuffing.livejournal.com

Yeah, just reading this made my heart hurt. I'm sure someone here could write a really heart-wrenching story with this bunny, but I'm not sure I'd make it through without just cracking. I would need a happy ending.

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I know that

gini_baggins is working on a Jooster Titanic story, but she promised me no dead Jeeveses or Woosters, so it probably wouldn't be quite what you've asked. She did, however, send me the first chapter today for beta...

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cosmosmariner.livejournal.com

oh boy. I'll have to tell fleaflyfo.

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I hope that'll work for her. I mean, I remember being pretty distressed writing Jeeves and Bertie aging in the MFU crossover I did, so I can imagine how trying to write one where they died would wreck me.

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I think it wouldn't need such a sad ending, Jeeves would have no moral issues with bonking Bertie on the head, dressing him in drag, and cutting the line to the life boats XD

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Indeed. The Code of the Jeeveses is "make sure the one you love gets on the fucking life boat."

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hazeltea.livejournal.com

Seriously, he beat a woman off with an oar in my fic LOL

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Indeed. He has few scruples when it comes to taking care of his own (and Bertie's) interests.

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Exactly!

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Actually - something like 20% of the first class males survived. (And some also in second and third class.) This was below the % of women who survived ( aprox 30% for third class, and higher for first class). Nor did all the surviving men do anything sneaky or pushy. Mostly survival depended on the side of the boat and the location at the time of the crash ( which in turn influenced the chances of reaching a launch-able lifeboat). Some boats launched 'not full' just because where the boat was... passengers couldn't reach in time. Or because the ship was tilting such that it was too dangerous to wait. Some passengers waited too long to report to the boats, thinking that a wreck was impossible.
(This is not to stay there were not other, less pleasant, factors to consider. Just that Jeeves wouldn't have to deck Bertie in drag. It would be sufficient for him to have memorized the lifeboat locations and be very firm about getting Bertie out of evening clothes and into a life jacket - and a life boat - STAT.)

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It would be sufficient for him to have memorized the lifeboat locations

This would be a thoroughly Jeevesian thing to do.

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Hmmmm. I've been doing some quick Titanic research and perhaps Jeeves would get Bertie safely to one of Murdoch's lifeboats. He did allow men on (when women and children were not around apparently) while Jeeves survives the way Jack Thayer did. Clinging to the ship and ending up on the collapsed lifeboat.
I'm liking that version the more I think about it.

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True, but Bertie would be too preux to get aboard a lifeboat, knowing so many lifes will be lost at see that night.
So it's going to be hard to get him off the ship, but I have an idea. For Jeeves... mmh working on it ;) but I have a similar thing in mind.

(In my fic he knows about there are not enough lifeboats, probably because Jeeves told him :P)

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Jeeves and the Sinking Feeling

By Darklady

[ Quick fic. No beta – no value – no excuses.]

[I take a few liberties with the time line. And with nautical procedure. And with sundry other things. As for Mr. Wodehouse’s characters? I shall leave them to take liberties with each other. They like it better that way. Really.]

It was a bitter, frigid night aboard the RMS Titanic. Not just the weather, mind you, although given that we were twixt and tween the North Sea, that ran the opposite of balmy. No, the chill came entirely from my dragon-clawed aunt.

Aunt Agatha had launched herself over the pond to fetch me back from the innocent pleasure of New York. Worse, she had fetched a bride-in-waiting along with her other baggage. Not that the beezle in question wasn’t a fetching baggage, mind you. Just more that … what with the events of my American stay… my tastes had rather changed. Less of the blonde and bubbly, more of the brunet and brainy. Once particular brainy brown-haired sort who I had packed along on my own behalf, and in fond encouragement of some less-than-innocent pleasures.

At this point discretion urges silence. Sorry.

Also, I suppose, I should apologize for media res-in matters again. Although thinking on it, that moment really was as much as start as any other. The Auntly one and self were repasting the usual sort of seabound fare in the first class dining room. Or past repasting, seeing how the Waldorf Pudding had been whisked away a fair hour before. We were lingering over brandy and the grim silence she used in place of conversation.

I was all for tottering off myself, but the nephew crusher had a firm (if metaphorical) grip and would no more let go than a bulldog with the Filet Mignons LIli. That last explains why, when a nasty sort of grinding noise made a surprise introduction, I took it as my signal to exit forthwith. Politely, one must allow.

“I say, old thing.” I rose with the help of the anchored table. Things were proving unstable, and not just because of the multiple glasses of wine taken to warm the Wooster insides. “That sounded rather … wrenching. Not to put too fine a note on it. Plus I spot the captain making a swift egress. Shouldn’t we be calling for out coats? Or rather those life jacket thingies?”

“Nonsense, Bertram.” Aunt Agatha settled more formally into her chair, as one above such petty weakness of the world such as gravity. You will sit down, you will eat your pudding, and you will wait until Miss Plum makes her appearance. Then you will dance with her, propose to her, and if you have any regard for your own skin you will marry her.” Her frown turned impossible grimmer. “Preferably before the ship docks in England.”

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“Bit cart before the horse, what? I’ve barely bowed to the girl. Dance card may be full, and then?” I shrugged, hiding my hopes for that happy dénouement. “No chance for me, what with all these better prospects around.”

“She has millions, and her father wants her to land a peerage. Lacking better prospects, he’ll settle for you.”

At that point, the ship settled. Rather sideways-ish a bit, if you get my meaning. Left this lad with a sinking sensation. So to speak.

“Fine words if the old girl were going there – the boat I mean - but I’m more thinking we will be pulling in to Davy Jones’ pier.”

Or somewhere unhappy. I had spotted my man, Jeeves, shimming his way into the service end of the room. He had a grimmer-than-common demeanor, one more clouded than even the most eligible and inescapable of bridal bait might justify, and he was making the sort of ‘come here’ gesture utterly out of keeping with his characteristic unruffled propriety.

“Nonsense, Bertram.” Ant Agatha stopped me before my second step. “Not even an iceberg will get you out of this match.”

Jeeves appeared at my elbow.

“An urgent communication for you, Mr. Wooster. In the radio room.”

“Right ho. Must go.” I tossed my napkin and fled.

I did not stop until we both reached the sanctuary of the outside walk.

"A message, old chap? Whom from?”

He produced my overcoat.

“Sanity, sir. With a postscript from self-preservation urging you to make haste to your proper lifeboat.”

Jeeves pushed me up the narrow metal stairs with a blasted improper vigor. Out of character, even for a man of iron will and iron hands.

Up top was a small vessel of the rescue sort, swinging on the ropes that supported it at the ends. Fore and aft, as it were. Rather shocking to see. Not that we hadn’t been given a tour of sorts after our departure. Those interested, at any rate. I had accepted the invite, being the casually curious sort and also thinking it a fair excuse to take a stroll with my man. Jeeves had asked questions, being the brainy and curious sort. Still, those boats had been politely dressed with their white canvas toppers – a nautical sort of Sunday best – and these were looking far more the work-a-day sort with sailors’ heave-ho-in and avast-ing in a non-ginger-headed manner.

One young man, an officer by his coat, was counting passengers as they moved onto the benches.

“But?” I stood frozen, rather at a loss for words, as he snapped me into the gaudy cork vest. “What about the …?”

“The ladies, sir?” He paused at that, but only to gather a life vest of his own. “I shall send a steward back for them, although given Lady Agatha’s intransigence? I do ßnot know that she will obey him.”

With a nod to the ship’s officer, he helped me into the smaller boat.

“Meetings of immovable icebergs?”

“Sadly but wisely put, Sir. “

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storyfan.livejournal.com

Wow! Off the top of your head? This is excellent.

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Thank you. *blush* Sometimes the plot bunny just... sails off with one.

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Yay for Sensible!Jeeves and the radio message from sanity. :D

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Jeeves = sanity. Always

Aunt A stuck me as the sort who would refuse to go... at least refuse to go without more contretemps (luggage, pearls, potential Bertie-shackles) then would make an easy rescue possible. Also, I wanted to get Bertie out before the 'I go and someone else dies' drama becomes evident. (I have read that - had other ships responded and had the Titanic stayed more stable - it would have been possible to get everyone transferred with the life boats available. Early in the process the ships crew would not, therefore, have been as much in the 'women and children' mode and more in the 'load and go' format. Or so I have read... somewhat. I mean - some of the White Star management loaded out early.)

Rather angsty once they reach the Carpathian and find out how bad things are... or when they reach New York... but that is a bit of story for someone else to continue.

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Ain't that the truth, all of it. *heavy sigh*

Yeah, I could see both of them being pretty freaked out when the real extent of the carnage hit them, but glad they still had one another.

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Ooh, I like! And just at the top of your head too. It's quite good.

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Thank you. *blush*

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laeticiav.livejournal.com

OMG, this is fantastic. Love the sailors of the non-ginger-headed variety and Jeeves even being slightly ruffled (and Miss Plum -- very cute!). In addition to being a compelling story, there are lots of lovely lines here too (the grim silence in place of conversation).

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You are so kind. Thank you.

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Merci. *smile*

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Brilliant, what a talent you have :D

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You are too kind. It was a wonderful prompt - too good to resist.

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storyfan.livejournal.com

If it had a happy ending, I'd love to read something like this. The idea of dead Jeeves or Bertie (unless it's of great old age) fills me with great sorrow.

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I know what you mean. They're such bright, cheerful characters that I can't stand the thought of anything awful happening to them. Angst them, hurt them, drag them through hell, but let them have a happy ending. *sniffle*

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No worries. No Jeeves and Wooster death. I like the idea of them reuniting on the Carpathia anyhow. Although I imagine that witnessing the Titanic sinking would be damaging in some ways.

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I think it would have been damaging in many ways. Can you imagine the screams of so many dying people? *shudders*

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Also some people never went on ships again after the sinking. Which does make sense.

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I want to get them back to England someday though, that's going to be quite a challenge.

Your icon is hypnotising, where is it from???

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Hmmmm. I never thought about that. That will be difficult.
It was from this BBC Shaggy Dog story telling that used to be on Youtube. They took it down though. :/

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It seems someone put it back on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dRugmJBAow
This is splendid, I could watch Stephen bathing all day long. And night for that matter!!

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Thank you! People have been asking me for that ever since I made the gifs! *tips hat*

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I'm currently writing a fic on this!!!!!!! I'm posting the prologue tonight :PP

But you can go ahead and write one to!! The more the merrier!

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Yay! Multiple Titanic J & W stories= even better.

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umpteenth-gail.livejournal.com

Am I am awful person for hoping that in this brilliant AU, Aunt A goes down with the ship?

Unlikely perhaps. She is the sort who lives to be 101.

What about the timeline though? The Bertie chronicles were set in about the roaring twenties or perhaps even early 30s - post-war anyway. The Titanic sailed and sank in 1912.

Edited Date: 2012-04-16 11:24 am (UTC)

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laeticiav.livejournal.com

Aunt A will survive by clinging to the iceberg.

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lapin-petite.livejournal.com

oh goshXD PerfectXDDDDDDDD

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By her teeth, I'm sure. ;)

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umpteenth-gail.livejournal.com

LOL! P.G. would have been pleased with you, laeticiav! She would too, and would have found another prospective bride for Bertie in Carpathia. That could make a fic in its own right. ;)

On a more serious note, I didn't know until tonight that the orchestra played a hymn for the passengers to calm them while the ship was going down. I was so touched. They were heroes.

Edited Date: 2012-04-17 12:41 pm (UTC)

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