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cosmosmariner.livejournal.com) wrote in indeedsir_backup2012-04-15 08:25 pm
a fic request/prompt?
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fleaflyfo.
We have been discussing a particular Jeeves/Wooster AU in which they are on the Titanic. Now, this thing would require a sad ending and I cannot write sad ending stories, and so we both decided that the good and talented people at IndeedSir might be the ones to appeal to.
We have some notes of things we want to see. Small things, but we just can't write this one. If anyone's thinking of writing this, we'll forward the ideas to you.
Is anyone interested?
EDIT: upon further review, the lady and I have thought maybe there can be a sad/happy one? There was one fic I read where there was a sad version and also a happy version? Would that be more likely then?
EDIT AGAIN: OK, so fleaflyfo and I have decided on a super angsty yet no deathy (ha) story. And since there is no death and no particularly sad ending, I can write it. Um, so thank you. Go about your business. :)
fleaflyfo.We have been discussing a particular Jeeves/Wooster AU in which they are on the Titanic. Now, this thing would require a sad ending and I cannot write sad ending stories, and so we both decided that the good and talented people at IndeedSir might be the ones to appeal to.
We have some notes of things we want to see. Small things, but we just can't write this one. If anyone's thinking of writing this, we'll forward the ideas to you.
Is anyone interested?
EDIT: upon further review, the lady and I have thought maybe there can be a sad/happy one? There was one fic I read where there was a sad version and also a happy version? Would that be more likely then?
EDIT AGAIN: OK, so fleaflyfo and I have decided on a super angsty yet no deathy (ha) story. And since there is no death and no particularly sad ending, I can write it. Um, so thank you. Go about your business. :)
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“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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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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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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