Back from Christmas

[elspethdixon]

Belated Merry Christmas (and on-time happy Hannukah, since we're only two days into it) to everybody.

I'm back from Virginia, whence my family must drive every single Christmas morning of our lives (the roads from St. Mary's County to Williamsburg only run south, you know), with a massive haul of, well, mostly money. Apparently I'm hard to buy for or something, because everybody except my parents and pixyofthestyx gave me cash.

But cash is always appreciated and can be stuck in the bank to cover grad school application costs (omg UVA is even more miserable to apply to than Maryland), and my shiny, shiny new Magnificent Seven dvds and even shinier jewelry (WWII RAF pilots wings and my great, great aunt's monogramed gold signet ring--the woman had everything she owned monogramed. Yeah, I've no right to the wings and it's someone else's initials on the ring, but, shiny!) are more than enough to satisfy my desire to have stuff to exult over.

If I were a good little fan, I'd be going on about what a relief it was to have my yuletide story done, but being a bad fangirl with far too much real life stuff (like the aforementioned grad school applications) on her plate, I didn't sign up for yuletide.

I did promise pixyofthestyx Aramis torture Three Mustketeers fanfic, though. I swear I'll have the thing done--or at least started on enough that I can post some--by New Years. As soon as I do some more research on the siege of La Rochelle, check how long it generally takes for something like a musket ball in the shoulder to become infected, figure out how to make my little detour fit into the book's timeline(or, alternatively, say fuck the timeline and stick it in wherever, since Dumas pretty much does that in his own canon), and go look up a couple of nice, annoying St. Augustine quotations to work into dialogue where appropriate. I think Aramis would probably fangirl St. Augustine like, well, like d'Artagnian fangirls Athos. Whom he has a massive, hero-worshipping, slashy crush on.

I should not be allowed near 19th century literature. I really shouldn't.

Comments

[seanchai.livejournal.com]

Merry belated Christmas to you too! And of course, a happy third night of Hanukkah.

Money is always good, and is certainly better than getting something that you really don't want, but then have to pretend that you love.

And I found those RAF Wings in one of the lovely little stores in the Village that sell everything from vintage clothing to Tibetan knives (seriously). I figured you might not want to wear it at home, being right by the Naval base and all, but the squee-factor made me buy it anyway.

A gunshot wound that's not properly taken care of (i.e. debrided and doused with some form of antiseptic) can go septicemic in one to three days. It's also possible for wounds to have a local infection, if the body's strong enough to fight off a more sever infection. Of course, if they're running around in the woods, without proper medical care, shelter, or food, a wound could become more severely infected due to the stress placed on the body.

And no, I totally didn't ask my mother about that for fic purposes of my own. Really, I didn't.

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

One to three days? Wow, I was thinking three days at the absolute minimum. I guess all those Mag7 fics that have people running fevers a day after they're shot up aren't just accelerating things for the sake of drama.

Of course, if they're running around in the woods, without proper medical care, shelter, or food, a wound could become more severely infected due to the stress placed on the body.

*Nods* Well, there's going to be rain, mud, musket-toting Huguenots, and a three-day-old sword cut on the same arm from a tavern brawl. *eyeroll* A canonical tavern brawl. Really, it's pretty surprising that everybody manages to make it to the end of the book more or less intact.

That makes my timeline so much easier. Three days would have been pushing it, but you could certainly spend two days sneaking around La Rochelle's defenses and treking back to camp. For three days, they would have either had to run into a party of Englishmen landing a boat of supplies ashore for the town, or gotten lost. I was leaning towards lost, since I'm already using Milady ex machina to get everybody ambushed in the first place, and two parties of enemies in one scouting mission is... come to think of it, exactly the sort of thing that happens in canon, especially if d'Artagnian's around. He's sort of a vortex of unlikely coincidences.

[seanchai.livejournal.com]

D'Artagnan is sort of a chaos-nexus, isn't he? And I can very much picture those two getting lost in the woods and arguing over whose fault it is for hours on end.

And considering how often Dumas screws with his own timeline and uses Milady (or Rochforte, or Richelieu) ex machinas, I think your safe.

[figliaperduta.livejournal.com]

YOU. Shame on you. You come within 60 miles of me, and you don't even TELL me. Shame shame shame.

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[figliaperduta.livejournal.com]

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Somehow that didn't make it into the actual comment.

[lostcatholic.livejournal.com]

Arn't you in Japan?

[figliaperduta.livejournal.com]

I came home.

[lostcatholic.livejournal.com]

Argh! Still must send you something (no worries I will send something not-money).

Hee! Such cute fangirls!