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Sunday Memeage
Oh, because I don't already spend enough time on lj talking about how clever I think I am:
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lindenharp:
Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
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“Oh, oh yeah!” With hindsight, it was a fortunate thing that no member of the Paris police happened to pass the café on his night-time rounds. Not only was there the broken and suspiciously steamed-up front window, but there were also the voices emanating from the darkened interior. Somewhat enthusiastic voices, it had to be said:
“Oh!” exclaimed the woman; “Oh! Oh! Oh!” By way of accompaniment, there could also be heard the distinctive sound of a rickety wooden table rattling back and forth on its unsteady legs: “Oh!oh!oh!oh!” As the table’s oscillations seemed to pick up pace, there was in addition what sounded like a wine bottle and glasses chiming and vibrating in time to the rhythm.
“Oh baby…” the man gallantly commented; there was another sound, like one of said wineglasses falling off the edge of aforementioned rickety table and tinkling across the floor. The woman’s voice cut back in, very calm and collected under the circumstances:
“Please don’t call me that,” she politely requested; “thank you very much.”
“Er, sorry,” the man apologised before managing to get back into his stride: “Oh my…Jesus…”
“Oh! Oh! Oh…” There was the briefest moment of calm, broken only by the sound of two people catching their breath, before the woman spoke again: “Well, I think that’s that, then.”
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Er...
Well, it's like this...
Er...
Right, well this is the opening of a fic I wrote sometime during the summer called "Incident in a Parisian Cafe". I was watching City of Death, you see, as I do more often than a sane person probably ought to, and... Well, it's like this; Duggan/Romana. Duggan/Romana is wrong on many levels, especially if you're a dedicated Doctor/Romana shipper as I seem to have become, but it doesn't go away. It crops up all over the place. I think it's partly the idea that Four and Romana are just so damn hip and bohemian that they spent the whole of their time together swinging around the universe hooking up with whatever random character-of-the-week they took a fancy to, and partly down to the "significant" glances Duggan and Romana give each other at a couple of points in the story. They're there, but they're very much open to (mis)interpretation.
The other thing is that a lot of Duggan/Romana fics seem to assume that the moment that "it" happened was in that bit where they're alone together having just broken into the cafe, where Romana's drinking wine and patronising the hell out of Duggan, who's just too thick fully to realise it. I think that any sexual tension there is probably in the eye of the beholder, to be honest.
So, yeah, I thought I'd write some Duggan/Romana, confronting one of my fic phobias as it were, and even set it in the said cafe. And the result was...this...
I'm very bad at writing this sort of thing. I don't mean in terms of output, the effectiveness or not of which I leave up to the opinion of the reader, but in actually writing it. I get kind of embarrassed just reading that sort of stuff, so writing it and putting it out on the intrawebs with my (admittedly) pseudonym on it made a little bit nervous. What will people think? I thought, and not in a "will they think it's good/bad" sort of way either, if you know what I mean.
Which is why I confine myself to sound effects in the above scene. I cringe enough reading that back without having to read about...anatomy...and heaving whatsisnames and pert whatevers and that sort of thing. I fear if I actually tried to describe the action, as it were, it would end up as one of those purple sex scenes you read and sort of wonder at the badness of...because I'm much more comfortable writing about soldierly types murderising each other with kewl weapons. And what does that say about the sick values of our decadent Western society, huh? ;D
So yes, they both say "Oh!" a lot. So, yeah, that's Duggan at the start there. The window's broken because he and Romana have just broken into the place, and it's steamed up because... And yes, good job Officer Crabtree or somebody didn't just walk past. "There are a wamun and a private dock in there on a tooble, 'aving socks...!" Or something.
And, my, they're enjoying themselves, if the sound of the table falling to bits is anything to go by.
So, yeah, Duggan seems like the sort of bloke to call women "baby" in intimate moments, and Romana seems like the sort of woman to not be impressed by that at all, but she is polite, because she's Romana.
Damn. I wish I'd put in some witty comeback from Romana about Jesus at that point...
And well, that's it; and Romana is immediately back to business, because she's Romana, and isn't easily impressed by that kind of thing, especially not from the likes of Duggan...
Okay, I got through that passage. Can I go now, Clocket? ;D
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No, really though, I do love that fic, and that fact that it steers clear of all squick while being funny as all get out. And I really shouldn't have put you on the spot, because you're much braver about posting that sort of thing than me.
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No, I don't really mind talking about this one - I think I quite like it now. But yeah, I did avoid the squick like the plague, as you can see. I'm just glad you liked it too.
And well, I could make some rumblings about why don't you post _that_ Romana/Biroc fic, if you haven't already, but I wont... It is really good though, you know.