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kohikariSo it's two in the A.M. and I'm desperately studying for my makeup exam today, after my first class at nine (which I slept through, go me!). I've already wasted half the night following the trail of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
askerian 's ridiculously contagious zombie!AU, so I need to cram like I've never crammed before.
Naturally, my brain chooses this moment to bombard me with bunnies for a D.Gray-Firefly crossover.
I spend a lot of my free time--and a lot of time that I should be using to do more constructive things--making up stories in my head and worldbuilding and coming up with characters and scenarios and working out various permutations for cross-concepts. I used to do this with my own ideas and characters; I still do, but ever since I found fandom it's been so delicious playing in somebody else's universe. As I am currently a flaming D.G(r)ay-tard, most of my fanconcepts revolve around this fandom. I get ideas from canon, fanfic, books, the internet, random headspazzes, you name it.
Generally this is for my own entertainment; growing up as a precocious insomniac, I quickly found that after one runs out of existentialist crises and nighttime paranoia, there's not much left to do except tell yourself stories and think about less nerve-wracking things. Being precocious, this included porn. As my knowledge of the mechanics of porn grew over the years, so did the accuracy of the stories in my head; at least half of my current fanconcepts revolve around cheap excuses for PWP. Unfortunately for plotlessness, my creative process runs something like Asuka's does: I can't have porn without extensive plotting and worldbuilding and giddy little details, to the point where I sometimes never get to the actual porn because I've spent so much time building that my attention span has expired and I've moved on to something(s) else.
So, long story short, I've become rather fond of the Fab OT4 and, after readingpeptuck 's excellent Firefly continuation Forward and studying its River theories, I've been going back to old attempts to cross-concept D.Gray with this Whedonverse and working on layering the Blank-Empath-Inducer-Kinetic construct over the construct of the Fab Four. After working probabilities and permutations I decided on two sets of the four, and was poking at layering Exorcists over the crew of Serenity, and my brain sloshed all of this into the pot in the back of my mind marked "simmer".
Last night I'm trying to focus and ignore the voices in my head going AAAAAH SCARY WORK AND EXPECTATIONS LET'S DO SOMETHING ELSE, and am failing miserably, as I've just finished mapping out a possible animation of morphing the Japanese character for "death" into the character for "four" and vice versa (it's surprisingly easy). I rally my strength and ready myself for a dive back into cell structure and function when something clocks me over the head with--
OMG what if the lab-rats!Fab Four escaped from the "Black Order" research facility with the help of robotics expert and surgeon Komui Tam, who was looking for his sister and stumbled into a full-on psychic jailbreak, and they're looking for passage to a backwoods planet on the Rim where the Alliance wouldn't find them (OMG OMG the Hands of Blue are totally members of Crow! should Link be the Operative?) and the most appealing--or at least most available--option is this battered old ship called the Maria captained by this crazy masked smuggler dude calling himself Cross, who picked up another passenger on his last stop who happens to be covert historian and theologian Shepherd Bookman, who has history with the Alliance and occasionally preaches as a cover story, and shit shit who would Inara be let's go with Klaud but shit who does that make Zoe? We need a Zoe! Who's strong and silent--MARIE! Hey, his name sounds like the ship...
--uh uh uh well we have nine, and they just lost their pilot for some reason will come up with later and are looking for another pilot and a mechanic, because the mechanic they used to have was crap and almost killed them all when (s)he mishandled the engine and also Cross pilots like a madman, and Komui cuts his hair and dons glasses and a dorky-looking hat and waltzes up to whoever's advertising--not Cross, he'd pawn it off on somebody and go whoring--Bookman's just a passenger--Klaud is pointedly conducting her own business--has to be Marie, and offers his skills as mechanic and medic along with Lavi's piloting experience
--(Lavi's the most level-headed of the four lab rats, being marginally less traumatised and not susceptible to wild crazy psychic shenanigans like the others, and he dyed his hair and wears shades; Kanda is by no means levelheaded, but he's been trained in subterfuge just like the rest of them and Lavi knows how to manage him anyway, although he did object loudly and violently to being made to dress as a woman (Komui's "sister"? Lavi's "wife"? haha no, Kanda'd kill him); Komui's "luggage" includes, among other things, a disguised cryo-unit containing the two most likely to draw attention. They're using fake names and ID)
--and they and another, overly bland, nondescript passenger are accepted onto the ship, but after they're well on their way into the black, Lavi at the helm and Komui tinkering in the engine room, Marie figures out there's some kind of mole or spy on the ship (he may be blind but the guy's sharp as the sword Kanda insisted on bringing, is rather observant, has specialised cranial implants that help amplify faint noise and modulate loud noise--haha, "noise," it's funny 'cause his name's "Noise Marie," hahaha okay shutting up now--and somehow on top of all of that he manages to be a damn good shot for a man with no vision) and Cross gets suspicious about the "luggage" and goes to look at it with Marie just as Komui is taking a break from inspecting the ("fascinating") engine to check on his sister and her friend, and Kanda smells something about to go down and sneaks into the cargo bay to investigate (at this point he's bored and really just wants to kill something)
--and there's a (somewhat loud) confrontation and Cross thinks they're Vatican/Alliance or something and accuses them of smuggling, blithely ignoring the contradictory nature of his statements and the fact that he's a smuggler himself--something about pride, I do the smuggling you don't smuggle shit onto my ship without my permission--and he's a general bastard and opens the cryo-unit revealing two scrawny kids, one of them real funny-looking, and Lavi puts the ship on autopilot and hurries down just in time to see the other passenger pull a gun on um Komui? Klaud? Klaud, she came to try to defuse the situation because she has her own suspicions about the new passengers but Lavi and Komui don't strike her as VaticAlliance, and the sp'mole makes noises about turning this boat around and returning the fugitives, and Kanda snaps and methodically disassembles first the weapon and then the molepigspy dude, but he doesn't exactly try to be neat about it and Klaud gets hit (in the face? torso?) with some shrapnel and...other stuff...which doesn't improve Cross' mood all that much
--and then Lenalee chooses this moment to wake up and freak the fuck out. Komui abandons his patient to Lavi and Marie's ministrations--which would piss Cross off more if he wasn't currently distracted by the naked sixteen-year-old empath currently having a panic attack in his cargo bay--in order to calm her down, which would totally have worked if Allen hadn't then woken up and exacerbated the situation, broadcasting disorientation and paranoia loud enough to wake the dead--in this case, Bookman, who was startled out of his nap by the commotion and is Unamused--and send Lenalee off on another screaming tangent.
--Lavi is at this point multitasking: worrying about the course of the ship when there's no one currently at the helm, even though they're set on a gentle course that shouldn't encounter anything for several hours unless they change direction, as he's unfamiliar with the model and too used to flying birds less likely to fall apart at the drop of a hat; worrying about the fact that their secret's out, and the man in charge of their transport is kind of a sociopath; trying to help Marie staunch the bleeding and continue what the actual doctor on the ship started before he got distracted by his sister; worrying that Kanda won't be satisfied by the bloodshed and might stir up trouble just for the hell of it despite his better judgement; and now he has to hurry over and block Allen before the situation gets any worse, take the sedatives from Komui, and get the other man to go take care of the woman who happens to be injured over there.
They got a lot of 'splainin' to do.
And of course I'm never going to write anything because that's not what I do. I build and doodle and extrapolate and waste time with tables and charts and diagrams and mathematical bullshit, and I'm pretty solid on what happens with who when where how why, but write a story? World of not happening. Consider this a "waaaaangst into the void".Also possibly a troll.
EDIT 2010.04.05: re:molepigspy what if it was Link and Kanda didn't shank him because (a) repercussions (b) he could be useful (c) lulz (d) all of the above? and and and delicious conflict and open hostility and passive-aggressive behaviours and a three-way cold war between the ship's crew, the fugitive bundles of joy, and the trouble they brought upon the Maria and and I have problems, okay, I have problems. *headdesk*
askerian 's ridiculously contagious zombie!AU, so I need to cram like I've never crammed before.Naturally, my brain chooses this moment to bombard me with bunnies for a D.Gray-Firefly crossover.
I spend a lot of my free time--and a lot of time that I should be using to do more constructive things--making up stories in my head and worldbuilding and coming up with characters and scenarios and working out various permutations for cross-concepts. I used to do this with my own ideas and characters; I still do, but ever since I found fandom it's been so delicious playing in somebody else's universe. As I am currently a flaming D.G(r)ay-tard, most of my fanconcepts revolve around this fandom. I get ideas from canon, fanfic, books, the internet, random headspazzes, you name it.
Generally this is for my own entertainment; growing up as a precocious insomniac, I quickly found that after one runs out of existentialist crises and nighttime paranoia, there's not much left to do except tell yourself stories and think about less nerve-wracking things. Being precocious, this included porn. As my knowledge of the mechanics of porn grew over the years, so did the accuracy of the stories in my head; at least half of my current fanconcepts revolve around cheap excuses for PWP. Unfortunately for plotlessness, my creative process runs something like Asuka's does: I can't have porn without extensive plotting and worldbuilding and giddy little details, to the point where I sometimes never get to the actual porn because I've spent so much time building that my attention span has expired and I've moved on to something(s) else.
So, long story short, I've become rather fond of the Fab OT4 and, after reading
peptuck 's excellent Firefly continuation Forward and studying its River theories, I've been going back to old attempts to cross-concept D.Gray with this Whedonverse and working on layering the Blank-Empath-Inducer-Kinetic construct over the construct of the Fab Four. After working probabilities and permutations I decided on two sets of the four, and was poking at layering Exorcists over the crew of Serenity, and my brain sloshed all of this into the pot in the back of my mind marked "simmer".Last night I'm trying to focus and ignore the voices in my head going AAAAAH SCARY WORK AND EXPECTATIONS LET'S DO SOMETHING ELSE, and am failing miserably, as I've just finished mapping out a possible animation of morphing the Japanese character for "death" into the character for "four" and vice versa (it's surprisingly easy). I rally my strength and ready myself for a dive back into cell structure and function when something clocks me over the head with--
OMG what if the lab-rats!Fab Four escaped from the "Black Order" research facility with the help of robotics expert and surgeon Komui Tam, who was looking for his sister and stumbled into a full-on psychic jailbreak, and they're looking for passage to a backwoods planet on the Rim where the Alliance wouldn't find them (OMG OMG the Hands of Blue are totally members of Crow! should Link be the Operative?) and the most appealing--or at least most available--option is this battered old ship called the Maria captained by this crazy masked smuggler dude calling himself Cross, who picked up another passenger on his last stop who happens to be covert historian and theologian Shepherd Bookman, who has history with the Alliance and occasionally preaches as a cover story, and shit shit who would Inara be let's go with Klaud but shit who does that make Zoe? We need a Zoe! Who's strong and silent--MARIE! Hey, his name sounds like the ship...
--uh uh uh well we have nine, and they just lost their pilot for some reason will come up with later and are looking for another pilot and a mechanic, because the mechanic they used to have was crap and almost killed them all when (s)he mishandled the engine and also Cross pilots like a madman, and Komui cuts his hair and dons glasses and a dorky-looking hat and waltzes up to whoever's advertising--not Cross, he'd pawn it off on somebody and go whoring--Bookman's just a passenger--Klaud is pointedly conducting her own business--has to be Marie, and offers his skills as mechanic and medic along with Lavi's piloting experience
--(Lavi's the most level-headed of the four lab rats, being marginally less traumatised and not susceptible to wild crazy psychic shenanigans like the others, and he dyed his hair and wears shades; Kanda is by no means levelheaded, but he's been trained in subterfuge just like the rest of them and Lavi knows how to manage him anyway, although he did object loudly and violently to being made to dress as a woman (Komui's "sister"? Lavi's "wife"? haha no, Kanda'd kill him); Komui's "luggage" includes, among other things, a disguised cryo-unit containing the two most likely to draw attention. They're using fake names and ID)
--and they and another, overly bland, nondescript passenger are accepted onto the ship, but after they're well on their way into the black, Lavi at the helm and Komui tinkering in the engine room, Marie figures out there's some kind of mole or spy on the ship (he may be blind but the guy's sharp as the sword Kanda insisted on bringing, is rather observant, has specialised cranial implants that help amplify faint noise and modulate loud noise--haha, "noise," it's funny 'cause his name's "Noise Marie," hahaha okay shutting up now--and somehow on top of all of that he manages to be a damn good shot for a man with no vision) and Cross gets suspicious about the "luggage" and goes to look at it with Marie just as Komui is taking a break from inspecting the ("fascinating") engine to check on his sister and her friend, and Kanda smells something about to go down and sneaks into the cargo bay to investigate (at this point he's bored and really just wants to kill something)
--and there's a (somewhat loud) confrontation and Cross thinks they're Vatican/Alliance or something and accuses them of smuggling, blithely ignoring the contradictory nature of his statements and the fact that he's a smuggler himself--something about pride, I do the smuggling you don't smuggle shit onto my ship without my permission--and he's a general bastard and opens the cryo-unit revealing two scrawny kids, one of them real funny-looking, and Lavi puts the ship on autopilot and hurries down just in time to see the other passenger pull a gun on um Komui? Klaud? Klaud, she came to try to defuse the situation because she has her own suspicions about the new passengers but Lavi and Komui don't strike her as VaticAlliance, and the sp'mole makes noises about turning this boat around and returning the fugitives, and Kanda snaps and methodically disassembles first the weapon and then the mole
--and then Lenalee chooses this moment to wake up and freak the fuck out. Komui abandons his patient to Lavi and Marie's ministrations--which would piss Cross off more if he wasn't currently distracted by the naked sixteen-year-old empath currently having a panic attack in his cargo bay--in order to calm her down, which would totally have worked if Allen hadn't then woken up and exacerbated the situation, broadcasting disorientation and paranoia loud enough to wake the dead--in this case, Bookman, who was startled out of his nap by the commotion and is Unamused--and send Lenalee off on another screaming tangent.
--Lavi is at this point multitasking: worrying about the course of the ship when there's no one currently at the helm, even though they're set on a gentle course that shouldn't encounter anything for several hours unless they change direction, as he's unfamiliar with the model and too used to flying birds less likely to fall apart at the drop of a hat; worrying about the fact that their secret's out, and the man in charge of their transport is kind of a sociopath; trying to help Marie staunch the bleeding and continue what the actual doctor on the ship started before he got distracted by his sister; worrying that Kanda won't be satisfied by the bloodshed and might stir up trouble just for the hell of it despite his better judgement; and now he has to hurry over and block Allen before the situation gets any worse, take the sedatives from Komui, and get the other man to go take care of the woman who happens to be injured over there.
They got a lot of 'splainin' to do.
And of course I'm never going to write anything because that's not what I do. I build and doodle and extrapolate and waste time with tables and charts and diagrams and mathematical bullshit, and I'm pretty solid on what happens with who when where how why, but write a story? World of not happening. Consider this a "waaaaangst into the void".
EDIT 2010.04.05: re:molepigspy what if it was Link and Kanda didn't shank him because (a) repercussions (b) he could be useful (c) lulz (d) all of the above? and and and delicious conflict and open hostility and passive-aggressive behaviours and a three-way cold war between the ship's crew, the fugitive bundles of joy, and the trouble they brought upon the Maria and and I have problems, okay, I have problems. *headdesk*
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on 2010-Apr-01, Thursday 04:55 (UTC)I tried to PM you in regards to Anime Boston but failed at the privacy filter, so:
We should meet up as meeting random net people through cons is fun. xD I have email on my phone which could work. bokunakama@gmail.com. I might be there in an Allen Walker cosplay if I manage to figure out how to hide the fact I have girly hips/don't want to do him a disservice that much.