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thelauderdale, draqonelle, and I were at some sort of anime convention, and I couldn't find the hat for my Gluhen Schuldig costume) as a sign from God, I have decided that it is time for me to get a move on on my planning for Katzucon (early February, in Washington DC). I need to get my arse in gear and discover those important little details like the exact location and ate, the pre-registration deadline, and how much hotel roms cost. That said, I'm now extending a tentative invitation to all those out in LJ-land on the Eastern Seabord: y'all looking for someone to hook-up with/share a hotel room with at Katzucon? Provided you chip in for the room and arrange your own transport to DC (and provided I can make the whole thing work with my college schedule), I may be able to provide something.
Some progress has been made on the fanfic front, but Jack stubbornly continues to resist my efforts to make him do something melodramatic and slashy RE the no-longer-dead!Will. And the Jack & Anamaria prequel drabble which I began with the intention of writting a short little angsty/humourous scene in which Anamaria gives Jack his skull tattoo has developed a life of its own, due to the fact that the two of them both have far too many issues. It now loks like it will include voodoo references, trust issues, the cut on Jack's hand, a discussion of Will, gratuitous Gibbs bashing, and many refences to skeletons and moonlight.
As part of my brain's evil attempt to prevent me from finishing all of the PotC stuff quickly, it has once again nudged the half-formed X-Men Civil War AU plotbunny out from under my bed to face the light of day (perhaps promted by the Civil War references in the fic I so squeeingly rec'd last post).
And before anybody else can make the accusation, I freely admit that much of the appeal of this AU concept lies in the fact that I can use it as an excuse to get Gambit into a Confederate officer's uniform. That's not the only reason, though. For one thing, Magneto would make a kick-ass fire & brimstone abolitionist preacher, Rogue already is a feisty Southern belle, and Scott was born to wear Union blue.
The downside to this oh-so-seductive idea, though, is that, fun as finding 1860s counterparts for all of the characters would be, this project would be damn extensive, require a hell of a lot of research (a labour of love, true, since we're talking about the Civil war, but still much work), and, most frustrating of all, nearly all of the core X-Men are either Yankees, or from another country, leaving me with a pretty small selection of characters for the Confederate side of things. It's regional bias, I swear.
And hey, I've found a midi of "Tarpaulin Jacket," the eighteenth/nineteenth century British navy song. *huggles midi* I cannot listen to this thing without giggling and launching into the chorus of that classic Air Force/RAF song, "The Dying Airman" (which, not-so-coincidentally, has the same tune).
*sings*
"Take the cylinders out of my kidneys,
The connecting rods out of my brain;
The crankshaft out of my backbone
And assemble the engine again."
thelauderdale, draqonelle, and I were at some sort of anime convention, and I couldn't find the hat for my Gluhen Schuldig costume) as a sign from God, I have decided that it is time for me to get a move on on my planning for Katzucon (early February, in Washington DC). I need to get my arse in gear and discover those important little details like the exact location and ate, the pre-registration deadline, and how much hotel roms cost. That said, I'm now extending a tentative invitation to all those out in LJ-land on the Eastern Seabord: y'all looking for someone to hook-up with/share a hotel room with at Katzucon? Provided you chip in for the room and arrange your own transport to DC (and provided I can make the whole thing work with my college schedule), I may be able to provide something.Some progress has been made on the fanfic front, but Jack stubbornly continues to resist my efforts to make him do something melodramatic and slashy RE the no-longer-dead!Will. And the Jack & Anamaria prequel drabble which I began with the intention of writting a short little angsty/humourous scene in which Anamaria gives Jack his skull tattoo has developed a life of its own, due to the fact that the two of them both have far too many issues. It now loks like it will include voodoo references, trust issues, the cut on Jack's hand, a discussion of Will, gratuitous Gibbs bashing, and many refences to skeletons and moonlight.
As part of my brain's evil attempt to prevent me from finishing all of the PotC stuff quickly, it has once again nudged the half-formed X-Men Civil War AU plotbunny out from under my bed to face the light of day (perhaps promted by the Civil War references in the fic I so squeeingly rec'd last post).
And before anybody else can make the accusation, I freely admit that much of the appeal of this AU concept lies in the fact that I can use it as an excuse to get Gambit into a Confederate officer's uniform. That's not the only reason, though. For one thing, Magneto would make a kick-ass fire & brimstone abolitionist preacher, Rogue already is a feisty Southern belle, and Scott was born to wear Union blue.
The downside to this oh-so-seductive idea, though, is that, fun as finding 1860s counterparts for all of the characters would be, this project would be damn extensive, require a hell of a lot of research (a labour of love, true, since we're talking about the Civil war, but still much work), and, most frustrating of all, nearly all of the core X-Men are either Yankees, or from another country, leaving me with a pretty small selection of characters for the Confederate side of things. It's regional bias, I swear.
And hey, I've found a midi of "Tarpaulin Jacket," the eighteenth/nineteenth century British navy song. *huggles midi* I cannot listen to this thing without giggling and launching into the chorus of that classic Air Force/RAF song, "The Dying Airman" (which, not-so-coincidentally, has the same tune).
*sings*
"Take the cylinders out of my kidneys,
The connecting rods out of my brain;
The crankshaft out of my backbone
And assemble the engine again."
From:
skitter skitter
Dude Wolverine is a fine native American Brave, like a Sioux or one of those Plains Indian tribes. (He even has an animal name) Jean would make a good uppity Yankee Doctor woman.
Read Dr. Grey Medicine WOman, who's love is split between the dashing a progressive Mr. SUmmers and her dusky Indian brave seeing her through the hard times as he husband is away to war. And then Scott returns to find his child bride's heart changed from the innocence she held before. And his respect for the noble savage is at odds with his personal honor.... Oh dear god... That is too horrible.I could write that novel in an hour.
Jubilee would probably dress like a boy, I mean she is that age. Ororo could be an agent of the Underground railroad. (The hot one whom Jean secretly has befriended, and lets African slaves escape through the back yard.
The Friends of Humanity could be one of those horrible abolish parties, or one of the honor guards of the Confederate army.
Beast could be a slave... I dunno I could see him as a very articulate and clever slave either escaped or otherwise. Bobby would also make a Southern Gentleman, living the high life before the war, stupid and impulsive and young.
Oooh and Kurt could be a priest on the Underground railroad...
The options multiply. I still can't figure who would be a good field hand type...
Well
(runs back into the darkness)
From:
Re: skitter skitter
No, Dr. McCoy would be a surgon with the Union army. Bishop is the escaped slave, with an "R" for runaway branded across his face.
Jean is a nurse/doctor with the red cross, working alongside Dr. McCoy (possibly without fiance Captain Summers' knowledge or permission).
Bobby Drake and Kurt Wagner are both men in Captain Summers' 10th New York unit ('cause the Roman numeral for 10 is X), as is Sergeant Sean Cassidy. The Union army had a lot of Irish immigrants in it, and some German ones as well.
I think I'm going to make Logan a frontiersman, probably from the Appalachian region or more likely, Texas. He's with the Confederates, and meets Jean when captured. The attraction is immediate, and she helps him escape, but is tormented by the thought that she has been disloyal to Scott/the union.
Mystique (Ravenna Darkholm) is a wealthy Washington DC socialite who is actually a Confederate spy. Rogue is her adopted daughter, staying at the Braddock's plantation in Virginia with family friend Elizabeth Braddock (fiancee of the Yankee businessman Warren Worthington III, a Southern sympathizer who owns a bunch of textile mills).