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Day 04 - Your favorite show ever



Buffy! Sorry, Battlestar, but I sat down and had a think, and it really is Buffy. The thing that's kept me involved in BSG is the fandom and my love for one Mr. Felix Gaeta, but Buffy? God, I love Buffy all the time. I own five of the seasons, and want to get the other two, and I really can rewatch Buffy just about any time and it brightens my day. I've never been actively fandom-y with it (I wrote part of a creepy Drusilla/Spike-Spike/Xander, and while I was proud of my Drusilla voice, it was entirely too creepy to finish) but I love it so. Is it the best show? Probably not, but it's the one I know I can always come home to. The Scooby Gang will never let me down.

Aaand, hoping to get my fic muse going without actually commiting to writing more fic...

Mini-DVD Meme: 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 of what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the fic, and anything else you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Date: 2010-06-02 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brennanspeaks.livejournal.com
Buffy!squee!!!! That show owned my soul for a while there.

Date: 2010-06-02 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
Oh, Buffy still owns my soul. You can tell by the way I'm still plotting how to get the other two seasons and have purchased the first three seasons of Angel to get my Joss Vamp fix. :D

Date: 2010-06-02 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daybreak777.livejournal.com
Memeth continues! . . . Only 368 words but I'm curious . . .



How the hell had Felix happened, anyway? Founder’s Day. The sun had been bright, the air almost warm, and everyone had been caught up in the excitement of having a new home, a safe place to start over. She’d been with Sam and Kara, and he’d been with Dee and Lee, and somehow it had only seemed natural, when the two groups converged, that they would gravitate towards each other.

She hadn’t expected anything more, and yet somehow they had become… Jean didn’t know. Something.

And right now, Jean was annoyed as hell at him.

Irritably, she pulled on her jacket. Just the act of pushing the flap aside had let in a cold breeze that chilled the entire tent.

Gods, what a frakking ridiculous planet they had settled on. She’d thought that anything would be better than the hell of Caprica, the constant fear, the constant fighting. And if she were honest, yes, life on New Caprica was an improvement from that. There were no Cylons here, and that alone pushed it over the top.

Still, in a perverse way, she almost preferred the resistance. At least then, every day was a chance to strike, every act had purpose. The fighters hadn’t had much, but what they did they shared; they protected each other, looked out for each other, because if they didn’t, then they were all dead.

New Caprica, though… it was frustrating. The government was a joke, and while that was nothing new, it was actively preventing anything from getting done. Or maybe inactively was the better word- the word that summed up the Baltar administration.

And the really stupid thing was that Jean had voted for him. Arriving on Galactica to find that the election was hinging on the fable of Earth? It had killed her how many people believed it, that there was this mystical utopian planet of the gods that only some admiral and the former secretary of education knew the secret path to. All around her, people had offered praise to the heavens, citing their rescue from Caprica as another sign that the gods were watching over humanity. Jean had cheerfully called them all idiots and cast her ballot for Baltar.

Date: 2010-06-02 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
Oh, man, you picked one of the sections that started with the most problems, and that [livejournal.com profile] trovia kicked my ass on to make coherent. I wrote this fic with two different challenges in mind- the Little Black Dress and a Planetside challenge for [livejournal.com profile] frak_that. And it was a bit of a mess for it. I was trying to do too many things in too small a space. I'd wanted to write the pairing for a while, but until the other challenge came up, I didn't have anywhere to go with it. I originally had more on the Jean/Felix hookup, but it didn't work for a number of reasons- it interrupted the flow of the scene, and on top of that it was poorly written (I was using too many passive verbs, which was actually a problem through the whole thing, originally, but there especially.) I was trying too hard and making a mess of things. Luckily Trovia came in and told me to cut back there, and while I didn't cut as much as she suggested, I'm happy with the snippet of backstory I gave.

Actually, truth? I'm glad you prompted this pairing again in the [livejournal.com profile] gaeta_squee meme, because it gave me the chance to tell the story in a better way, with the right frame of mind. What I had originally was a nice thought, but poorly executed, so Something Beautiful, a New Chance was nice for me. I actually may have another (happy!) ficlet for these two, from Felix's point of view, we'll see if that pans out.

Anyway, the middle section of comparing New Caprica to the Caprican resistance was entirely written with frak_that in mind. I wanted to show what this planet meant to someone who wasn't former military, who wasn't one of the chosen, and show what effect Baltar's administration was having on people without connections. There is a terrible frustration in being held back by forces out of your power, and I thought that would be especially bad for Jean, who'd been so active both in Pyramid and the Caprican resistance. I don't think I changed much of it from my original writing, except some structural issues. (I used too many adverbs and it was quite disorienting and off-putting.)

And the last paragraph was another that Trovia called me on and it was made much better for it. Again, there was a huge issue with passive voice, and Jean's voice was getting lost in the midst of my exposition. While not much of the actual content of this paragraph changed, it is completely different than what I originally had in that it actually allows room for Jean to remember rather than just vague "this is what happened."

And I do think that to the outsider coming in, who's been fighting this ridiculous resistance against what they must know is an undefeatable enemy, there would be two groups- the ones who believed in the gods' intervention, and the ones who believed in sheer dumb amazing luck. I thought it would be more interesting if Jean was one of the latter, so she could have the tinniest hint of self-blame for the situation. She doesn't actually blame herself, of course, she blames Baltar, and Felix. But just the knowledge that she'd once thought this was the preferable option would certainly grate at her by this point. Especially since from her point of view, there's a simple, perfectly logical solution to the problem.

Date: 2010-06-02 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daybreak777.livejournal.com
Wow, so much thought went into this ficlet! I guess that's always the way and we just don't know it. I never thought anything was wrong with it. :-)
Actually, truth? I'm glad you prompted this pairing again in the gaeta_squee meme, because it gave me the chance to tell the story in a better way, with the right frame of mind.
Me too! I am very curious about these two. Jean seemed curious about it here too so I was glad to get more!

I actually may have another (happy!) ficlet for these two, from Felix's point of view, we'll see if that pans out.
Yay! Felix happy in a relationship is rare, but always good. :-)

It was great to get Jean's view of New Caprica. I always wondered about her ever since the first webisodes. She seemed so bitter but I guess even she had hope once. They all did and you did a great job of showing her POV here.

Thanks for the behind-the-scenes commentary!

Date: 2010-06-02 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
I never thought anything was wrong with it. :-)

This is because you never saw the first draft. ;) I'm not kidding. Hot. Mess.

I could really see Jean and Felix being in what other people called a relationship but not ever making it official between themselves, especially as things got worse.

This fic made me wish I'd paid more attention to Jean the first time around. I tend to be really bad at paying attention to minor characters, and realizing just how interesting Jean is made me guilty that I didn't know who she was when she died, or why Sam was the one to freak out.

Date: 2010-06-02 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kappamaki33.livejournal.com
I don't know if you've got any deep insights on this one, but... :)


“You’re frakking out of line!”

“Frak you, motherfrakker! That only frakking works in the frakking script!”

Gaius winced, meeting Felix’s eyes across the table. He and Hoshi had agreed to meet him for lunch with Caprica. He’d been hoping it would be a calm, uneventful way to help her ease back into unscripted life after what she had been through. Having Generics wander into the mess, screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, certainly hadn’t been part of the plan.

“Frak off, Thrace!”

“No, you stupid frak, do not frakking walk away from me!”

“Well, they sure seemed to pick up on that easily enough, didn’t they?” Felix murmured, narrowing his eyes as the Kara and Adama Generics faced each other down.

Gaius was grateful that Felix was keeping his cool. There had been talk of some unpleasant altercations centering on the fact that the Adama replacement had no intention of letting bygones be bygones and be friendly with any of the mutineers out of scene. Carrying character grudges into unscripted interactions was hardly unheard of, but scuttlebutt had it that this particular Generic had taken it too far.

He hadn’t worked up the courage to ask Felix exactly what had happened, but from what he heard from gossip, the new Adama had taken out some of his misplaced rage on Hoshi and prevented him from getting in some characterizations Felix had been trying to help him with. Judging by the way Hoshi reached over and placed his hand on Felix’s arm, it was taking all of Felix’s control to sit in the man’s presence.

“I know you stole it, you sick frakking bastard, so give it back!”

“I have no idea what the frak you’re talking about,” Adama growled.

“Don’t lie to me! I know all about you and your freakish dental hygiene obsession. No one on this frakking show can find their frakking toothpaste anywhere! I just had my Outland contact bring me a brand-new frakking tube of Crest, and it’s gone. I certainly didn’t use it all already!”

Hoshi was beginning to look distinctly uncomfortable, and Caprica clenched her hands on the table. This is ridiculous, Gaius thought. Was it really so much to ask for a quiet, normal lunch aboard this stupid ship? He stood.

“Could you two please take this someplace else? Some people are trying to hold conversations here.”

“Frak you!” they replied in unison. They began shouting at each other again, accusations and denials overtaking the entire room.

“Hey, have some frakking consideration!” Felix said angrily, and both Generics turned to glare at him.

“This motherfrakker has stolen all the toothpaste! All of it. You wanna talk consideration, frakking talk to him!”

“If it’s that big a deal, make it a damn plotpoint and leave the rest of us in peace, why don’t you?” Gaius snapped.

The Generics glared at him, then glared at each other, then stalked irritably out of the mess.

Awkward silence fell over the room. Finally, Hoshi turned to Gaius and asked, “Should you tell them you were being sarcastic?”

Gaius scoffed. “Of course not. They’re not completely stupid.” He turned to Caprica, determined to keep this a good time. “How’s your soup, love?”

Date: 2010-06-02 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
Actually, you'd be surprised, but this fic gave me a considerable amount of angst. I didn't think anyone would get the crossover, and I was basically writing it to amuse myself. (I wrote and plotted a lot of it at work) And I think I mentioned that my original thought had been to kill Felix for real and bring in a Generic for the whole mutiny, which would have led to moments of unexpected solidarity with Louis and Gaius and then the webisodes would have been more poignant. But then that just took the fic straight into angst-land, and I couldn't fight my way out of it. And it was meant to be funny. For a while I abandoned it to the Well of Lost Plots.

Then the finale happened, and I still hated Adama, and Kara went POOF, and I realized it was absolutely imperative to keep Felix alive, and once I figured that out, the rest of the fic fell into place like magic. (The Kara-poof is the reason I had Caprica survive- well, that, and the fact that she went badass in the finale. I'd originally had Starbuck be the one decharacterized and Caprica dead, but as the show progressed and they never solved any of her issues, I couldn't believe Kara'd survived myself.)

Anyway, on to this particular snippet. The opening segment with The Imposter and Kind-of Kara, yelling "frak!" at each other as much as humanly possible, was entirely to amuse myself. Fforde often says that Generics brought in to cover roles usually are not as good as the original, but doesn't give a specific how or why. I thought it would be funny if one of the things these Generics latched on to was the made-up swearing, thinking that if they got that part down, then clearly they must be in character. :) I also liked the idea of Imposter and KoK hating each other, because Fforde does that sometimes, has characters interact rather counter-intuitively, and I wanted to play with that.

I must admit, I wish I had actually written the scene Gaius hints at, the not-really showdown between the Imposter and Felix with poor Hoshi caught in the middle, but I decided against it because I was at a bit of a loss how to frame it. I dismissed it at the time, but now I wish I'd actually worked it in there as a better explanation for why we never see Hoshi do anything important before he's made Admiral.

Another thing I wanted to work in, but that simply didn't fit, was the idea that these guys had, on occasion, gone to the Outland and watched the show, and had then modified their physical appearance to resemble their actor. But that clogged things up too much, much as the mental image of Felix comforting Hoshi watching him be executed amused me. But it would have served the purpose of giving credit to all the actors, especially EJO, even as I mercilessly mocked the blatant character assassination taking place.

And of course I had to work in the toothpaste! It was almost too easy, and yet surprisingly hard to make it work. It took me a while to decide that this shouting match took place while they're having lunch (I think I originally thought the rec room, but screaming would be less all-out rude there.)

I also wanted to let these four be friends, because canonically it would be so absurd for these guys to sit around eating lunch together, but in Bookworld it's perfectly likely. And I had to let Hoshi be the one to ask Gaius if he thought someone should tell them he was kidding, because he's just a few steps up from Generic himself (thanks to Felix, of course) and this lets us see that he knows that they could easily take it seriously, but also that he's beyond that point. (Ok, that one line of dialogue doesn't really get that across, but I needed to let the poor boy say something.)

And for some reason, I've never liked Gaius's last line. I don't know why. I wanted to show that he was dismissing the situation, never to think on it again, but for some reason, I hated leaving it as, "How's your soup, love?" I'd thought I'd leave it there as a placeholder, but I never came up with anything better, and now that line bothers me nearly every time I look this over. It's not even that it's a terrible line. It's just the knowledge that it's not what I wanted. Drives me nuts.

Wow, I got surprisingly in-depth on my little parody. :)

Date: 2010-06-04 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kappamaki33.livejournal.com
Ooh, I'd love to see those out-takes someday!

And I *really* need to read more Thursday Next (she says for the umpteenth time...)

Date: 2010-06-04 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
There really isn't a good reason to not read more Thursday Next. It's one of those things that actually gets better as the series goes on.

They may get written, depends if I can do them right. :)

Date: 2010-06-02 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prophetkristy.livejournal.com
Buffy is definitely a gem! I only have the first four seasons. s5 and 7 were rather blah for me, and s6 was too depressing (look, I am depressed enough myself, I don't need to watch Buffy being depressed). I do wish that OMWF was available on DVD separately.

Date: 2010-06-02 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
I have s3-7. I don't really know how it worked out that I don't have the first two, other than by the point I was getting into Buffy (S6) it was S3 I found at the store and figured, hell, I'm already spoiled for it, buy what there is! I ended up getting the first two seasons from the library, but now I want to own them as well. (A sure sign of it being my One True Love.)

I didn't realize when I watched it that S6 was more depressing than the rest of it, since that's where I started. There were parts of 5 and 7 that didn't do it for me, but as a whole I do like them.

OMWF is possibly the best thing ever.

Date: 2010-06-03 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prophetkristy.livejournal.com
That is a special brand of insanity! 'cuz season 2 is the BEST one.

OMWF >>> everything

I will be back for the DVD comments yay! (just to enjoy them in lurker fashion. I have no particular requests of my own.)

Date: 2010-06-04 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
Season 2 IS the best! Which is why I want it.

I may or may not have put that CD on continuous play for like, two years in high school.

Have fun! And if there is anything you decide to ask about, that's cool.

Date: 2010-06-02 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] geekbynight.livejournal.com
I almost missed this D:

****

“Not a problem,” he murmured. Lee made a move to stand, and Felix had to ask. “Why aren’t you more angry? I would have thought you of all people would have a good reason to hate me.”

Lee looked him in the eyes. “Because you were right,” he said simply. Felix’s shock must have shown, because Lee looked thoughtful before going on. “It’s not that you were right to mutiny. But my father… He overstepped his bounds. He tried to force an alliance with our greatest enemies on the people, against the people’s wishes. And the president had all but abdicated her position. As much as I hate it, Zarek was the lawful leader of the government in her absence. I don’t agree with what you did, but I understand why you did it.”

Felix took a moment to think that over. “You are not like your father, Lee.”

“From you? I’ll take that as a compliment.” They both smiled without any joy, and Felix began preparing to lie back down. His leg was bothering him, and it seemed this conversation was over. But Lee didn’t stand, so he raised an eyebrow at him, inviting him to say what was on his mind.

He hesitated a moment, then asked, “Why didn’t you kill my father in the CIC when you had the chance?”

He shrugged. “It wouldn’t have been right,” he replied simply. “Tom got on me about that as well. But shooting him then... I worked by his side for years. There was a point in time when I would have followed him headlong into a gas giant. To have killed him there… That wouldn’t have been justice. It would have been murder.”

Lee titled his head. “But having me killed wasn’t?”

Felix was confused. “What?”

Lee nodded as though he had just confirmed something for him. “I figured you didn’t know about that. Never mind. I’d better get back to my father before he does something he’ll regret.” He stood and went to leave, then paused by the door. “Listen, Felix, I’m not making any promises, but I am going to push for a fair trial for you. For everyone involved. I can’t guarantee anything, though.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Felix nodded, but he wasn’t really listening. The lock clicked shut, and he was left staring blankly at the wall.

Date: 2010-06-02 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safenthecity.livejournal.com
Oh, dude, you picked the first fic I wrote and posted in nearly six years.

I have to say, there are parts of this that really make me cringe, mostly because, as I said, I hadn't written a story in so long that it seems slightly awkward to me. I was also trying to adjust what had been my old style, which had been kind of wordy, and so I tried to parse it down a bit. Looking back, I feel like it could have benefited from a little extra time.

But anyway, re-reading it, it's actually pretty ok. I wrote this the week between The Oath and Blood on the Scales, without having watched the Next Time on BSG segment. I knew Felix wasn't going to win- are you kidding? Not against Adama. But I truly wasn't expecting him to die in the very next episode. For all that they drew out the trial of Baltar, I thought the mutiny was going to get properly addressed. I kind of figured Felix would die anyway, but I really believed there would be a point to it.

Anyway, I wrote this because I wanted to see Felix's thoughts once it was over, and I wanted to give him the chance to talk to someone about it. I'd originally thought to use Louis, but there were so many reasons that wasn't working in my head. Then- duh! Lee! He flat-out said that Zarek was right in his reasons to mutiny, right to Adama's face, right in front of Tigh. Of course Lee would be the one to have this conversation with him.

Now, this particular scenario, in my head, didn't have the Faux-Trial of Moral Doom- in my mind, Adama and Tigh escaped magically, and the fight lasted for a few days before the CIC was retaken. That's pretty important to Lee's mindset here, because this is Lee who believes in democracy, and not Lee who rescued his father from a launch tube.

For this snippet... I really wanted to let Felix and Lee connect here, because for all that they were on opposite sides they agree that the Adama-Roslin administration wasn't doing what it needed to do. And I wanted to have Lee mention that he'd nearly been killed, because I really don't think Felix knew about that. At this point in time I wasn't thinking too favorably of Tom, but even now I'm pretty sure Felix wouldn't have given the go-ahead to kill Lee. I wanted to give the setup for the angst at the end, for Felix to have one more thing to feel guilty about.

God, I'm having a very hard time talking about this fic for some reason. Maybe because in spite of all the problems I have with it, the dialogue says everything I wanted it to. I'm a very dialogue-oriented person, probably due to my being a theater/film student, so having information given through dialogue is something I do a lot. I feel like it's usually one of my strong points, because even if I don't always get the exact speech pattern of characters, I feel like I get fairly close. I also try to avoid long monologues that feel unnatural, though you picked a snippet where longer speeches were kind of necessary. I actually think I would enjoy playwrighting.

Date: 2010-06-05 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-crow.livejournal.com
One of these days I'm burning you some TVD and sending it. I've heard a billion comparisons between it and Buffy that are almost all of the 'these two things are lots like each other' except its updated so it doesn't have the terrible 90s video look to it. (I'm shallow and cringe at things that look really... badly color balanced. D: )

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