Fic: An Agony in Eight Fits (Sanctuary)
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sfa_history battle prompt Helen Magnus, James Watson, John Druitt, Nigel Griffin, Nikola Tesla. The Hunting of the Snark. I abandoned dates completely in this one. The poem was written in 1874 and the story takes place 12 (ish) years later. Just let me have this one, okay? I can’t do rhyme and historical consistency at the same time.
So just as I was falling asleep last night, a plot bunny that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadadukal suggested (wherein Nikola can see Nigel when he's invisible, on account of his Vampire Abilities), decided it would like to be written. It just didn't know how. I went to the prompt table and picked the only prompt with the Five that would kind of work. Then I went and read "The Hunting of the Snark", which is deliciously nonsensical. For about ten seconds, I contemplated writing it as though Helen and others actually went on the voyage. Then I gave up, and decided to write poem instead.
Anyway, the basic idea is this: Lewis comes over for dinner and they tell him of how they all went hunting for a creature. Nigel was invisible in order to track it, but they lie to Lewis and tell him it was the creature itself. Lewis is not a moron, so he knows there's something they're not telling him. In revenge, Lewis writes "The Hunting of the Snark" about something else altogether, keeping only the detail where the Snark can make you disappear when you find it. Or something. Mostly, it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
They also leave out the part where Nigel was naked, and that in Nikola being able to rescue him, their realization that Nikola can see him (naked) whilst invisible. They're still arguing over whether that's relevant when Lewis arrives.
The Hunting of the Snark
The Wiki Page
In closing, if I ever try to do this again, please kill me.
Spoilers: HA! That's funny.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor profit from Sanctuary. Or Lewis Carroll.
Rating: Teen, for abuse of the English Language and some terrifically unfunny quatrains.
Characters: The Five, Lewis Carroll
Summary: A description, with infinite humour, of the impossible voyage of an improbable crew to find an inconceivable creature. (Well, maybe not so much "infinite humour".)
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An Agony In Eight Fits
Fit the First - In which Lewis is late for dinner
It was wildly uncommon for callers to ring
At the bell after dinner was served.
Yet when over the soup course the chiming did sing
Helen had to give points for his nerve.
“There was some great delay,” with his hat fairly clutched
To the death in his hands “So I’m late.”
“Well I have to admit it’s a little bit much,”
Helen said, but sent down for a plate.
“You said there's a tale,” oncely safe in his chair,
“That you thought I might put to the pen.”
“Indeed,” rumbled John, as a note to beware
“We’re just not agreed where to begin.”
Fit the Second - In which there are several perceived indignities
“It began well enough,” one called Nikola said.
“And I cannot be blamed for the rest.”
It was clearly a matter gone straight to his head
And needed get off of his chest.
“You cannot maintain that you weren’t to blame
For the mess that so promptly transpired
When you said you could see what I will not here name,”
James decried, soft blush staining his ire.
“I merely observe,” Tesla said, “that’s my strength.”
But the wind had gone out of his sails.
“I think,” interjected the writer at length
“I may need more coherent details.”
Fit the Third - In which there is a bit more coherency
“We had gone on a hunt for a creature most rare,
And pursued it well into the night.”
John paused for a moment to tie back his hair,
“When we caught it, we found it afright.”
“As you would, if pursued, across hill and dale
By five others to you quite unknown.”
Helen said “But we got it, from snout back to tail,
And prepared for its transport back home.”
“And all was quite well,” James said with a frown,
“Until, in the pause, we took note,
And realized we were, in fact, quite one man down
And that Nigel was out of the boat.”
Fit the Fourth - In which Nigel doesn’t drown
“As we’ve mentioned before,” Helen said at this pass
“It was dark and most hard up for sight.
And we thought, though he might wash up on the morass
He would still be in some dreadful plight.”
“Had you lights?” said the writer, a little confused.
“For with them you could light up the bank.”
“Oh we did,” John replied, seeming greatly amused.
“They were not as much use as you’d think.”
Nigel sighed, “If I may, I’ll take over this tale
Since it deals most specific with me.
And you lot can stop hinting and let truth prevail
Or whatever you think ought to be.”
Fit the Fifth - In which Nigel tells the truth (sort of)
“The creature, it seems, has a power most fraught
With potential to ease its evasion.
For whenever it’s cornered it feels that it ought
Take you firmly out of the equation.
“So it made me invisible, clear to the eye,
Which is not all inherently bad,
Unless one should find oneself dumped in the Thames,
Which, on this occasion, I had.
“As I lay quite insensible, happy to float
In the water that I couldn’t breathe
It was brought to attention to those in the boat:
One detail that caused Watson to seethe.”
Fit the Sixth - In which there is an aside
From here on, I should note, if a warning’s allowed,
That the writer was quite overcome
But he wasn’t the sort to be easily cowed
And he knew there was work to be done.
So he let them continue to banter and bait
Knowing full well that something was hid
In hope to receive ‘fore an hour too late
Some measure of quo pro or quid.
He never was sure why he had called on this house
Having hints of the madness therein
But the story called on him like cheese to a mouse
And, that, he was determined to win.
Fit the Seventh - In which Nikola tries to defend himself
“I never thought any of you should find out,”
He said, the din cut by his voice.
“And whatever reason James feels cause to pout,
It’s not like I had much of a choice.
“It was dark, as we’ve said, and the water was black,
But I chanced to see a faint glimmer
So I dived in at once, and without looking back,
For I know I’m a pretty good swimmer.
“Then I grabbed on and hauled him straight back on to land
And we sat down to wait for the others
At which point I realized I’d quite showed my hand
Which is not as I like, given druthers.”
Fit the Eighth - In which everyone gives up
“So you saw him,” said Lewis, “And quite saved his hide,
And that is the cause of your trauma?”
“More or less,” Helen said, “Though there’s something besides
That I’m quite sure is not fit for drama.”
“Well it’s not as complete and I’d hoped it would be,
But there is the beginnings of story.
And if you are happy to leave it with me,
I’ll create some anonymous glory.”
And he did, changing names and adding some more
And completely ignoring the weather.
Until he decided it just couldn’t work
And wrote something else altogether.
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fin
Note: And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go lie down until the urge to hit my head against the wall subsides.
Gravity_Not_Included, March 16, 2011
sfa_history battle prompt Helen Magnus, James Watson, John Druitt, Nigel Griffin, Nikola Tesla. The Hunting of the Snark. I abandoned dates completely in this one. The poem was written in 1874 and the story takes place 12 (ish) years later. Just let me have this one, okay? I can’t do rhyme and historical consistency at the same time.So just as I was falling asleep last night, a plot bunny that
shadadukal suggested (wherein Nikola can see Nigel when he's invisible, on account of his Vampire Abilities), decided it would like to be written. It just didn't know how. I went to the prompt table and picked the only prompt with the Five that would kind of work. Then I went and read "The Hunting of the Snark", which is deliciously nonsensical. For about ten seconds, I contemplated writing it as though Helen and others actually went on the voyage. Then I gave up, and decided to write poem instead.Anyway, the basic idea is this: Lewis comes over for dinner and they tell him of how they all went hunting for a creature. Nigel was invisible in order to track it, but they lie to Lewis and tell him it was the creature itself. Lewis is not a moron, so he knows there's something they're not telling him. In revenge, Lewis writes "The Hunting of the Snark" about something else altogether, keeping only the detail where the Snark can make you disappear when you find it. Or something. Mostly, it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
They also leave out the part where Nigel was naked, and that in Nikola being able to rescue him, their realization that Nikola can see him (naked) whilst invisible. They're still arguing over whether that's relevant when Lewis arrives.
The Hunting of the Snark
The Wiki Page
In closing, if I ever try to do this again, please kill me.
Spoilers: HA! That's funny.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor profit from Sanctuary. Or Lewis Carroll.
Rating: Teen, for abuse of the English Language and some terrifically unfunny quatrains.
Characters: The Five, Lewis Carroll
Summary: A description, with infinite humour, of the impossible voyage of an improbable crew to find an inconceivable creature. (Well, maybe not so much "infinite humour".)
+++
An Agony In Eight Fits
Fit the First - In which Lewis is late for dinner
It was wildly uncommon for callers to ring
At the bell after dinner was served.
Yet when over the soup course the chiming did sing
Helen had to give points for his nerve.
“There was some great delay,” with his hat fairly clutched
To the death in his hands “So I’m late.”
“Well I have to admit it’s a little bit much,”
Helen said, but sent down for a plate.
“You said there's a tale,” oncely safe in his chair,
“That you thought I might put to the pen.”
“Indeed,” rumbled John, as a note to beware
“We’re just not agreed where to begin.”
Fit the Second - In which there are several perceived indignities
“It began well enough,” one called Nikola said.
“And I cannot be blamed for the rest.”
It was clearly a matter gone straight to his head
And needed get off of his chest.
“You cannot maintain that you weren’t to blame
For the mess that so promptly transpired
When you said you could see what I will not here name,”
James decried, soft blush staining his ire.
“I merely observe,” Tesla said, “that’s my strength.”
But the wind had gone out of his sails.
“I think,” interjected the writer at length
“I may need more coherent details.”
Fit the Third - In which there is a bit more coherency
“We had gone on a hunt for a creature most rare,
And pursued it well into the night.”
John paused for a moment to tie back his hair,
“When we caught it, we found it afright.”
“As you would, if pursued, across hill and dale
By five others to you quite unknown.”
Helen said “But we got it, from snout back to tail,
And prepared for its transport back home.”
“And all was quite well,” James said with a frown,
“Until, in the pause, we took note,
And realized we were, in fact, quite one man down
And that Nigel was out of the boat.”
Fit the Fourth - In which Nigel doesn’t drown
“As we’ve mentioned before,” Helen said at this pass
“It was dark and most hard up for sight.
And we thought, though he might wash up on the morass
He would still be in some dreadful plight.”
“Had you lights?” said the writer, a little confused.
“For with them you could light up the bank.”
“Oh we did,” John replied, seeming greatly amused.
“They were not as much use as you’d think.”
Nigel sighed, “If I may, I’ll take over this tale
Since it deals most specific with me.
And you lot can stop hinting and let truth prevail
Or whatever you think ought to be.”
Fit the Fifth - In which Nigel tells the truth (sort of)
“The creature, it seems, has a power most fraught
With potential to ease its evasion.
For whenever it’s cornered it feels that it ought
Take you firmly out of the equation.
“So it made me invisible, clear to the eye,
Which is not all inherently bad,
Unless one should find oneself dumped in the Thames,
Which, on this occasion, I had.
“As I lay quite insensible, happy to float
In the water that I couldn’t breathe
It was brought to attention to those in the boat:
One detail that caused Watson to seethe.”
Fit the Sixth - In which there is an aside
From here on, I should note, if a warning’s allowed,
That the writer was quite overcome
But he wasn’t the sort to be easily cowed
And he knew there was work to be done.
So he let them continue to banter and bait
Knowing full well that something was hid
In hope to receive ‘fore an hour too late
Some measure of quo pro or quid.
He never was sure why he had called on this house
Having hints of the madness therein
But the story called on him like cheese to a mouse
And, that, he was determined to win.
Fit the Seventh - In which Nikola tries to defend himself
“I never thought any of you should find out,”
He said, the din cut by his voice.
“And whatever reason James feels cause to pout,
It’s not like I had much of a choice.
“It was dark, as we’ve said, and the water was black,
But I chanced to see a faint glimmer
So I dived in at once, and without looking back,
For I know I’m a pretty good swimmer.
“Then I grabbed on and hauled him straight back on to land
And we sat down to wait for the others
At which point I realized I’d quite showed my hand
Which is not as I like, given druthers.”
Fit the Eighth - In which everyone gives up
“So you saw him,” said Lewis, “And quite saved his hide,
And that is the cause of your trauma?”
“More or less,” Helen said, “Though there’s something besides
That I’m quite sure is not fit for drama.”
“Well it’s not as complete and I’d hoped it would be,
But there is the beginnings of story.
And if you are happy to leave it with me,
I’ll create some anonymous glory.”
And he did, changing names and adding some more
And completely ignoring the weather.
Until he decided it just couldn’t work
And wrote something else altogether.
+++
fin
Note: And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go lie down until the urge to hit my head against the wall subsides.
Gravity_Not_Included, March 16, 2011
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Date: 2011-03-16 07:31 pm (UTC)I love the mention of Nikola as a strong swimmer. :D References to the historical Tesla FTW!
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Date: 2011-03-17 01:38 am (UTC)(Though I still adore the one about the Thames, rule breaking or no!)
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Date: 2011-03-16 07:43 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2011-03-16 08:58 pm (UTC)Now we just need something for Jabberwocky. Maybe Ashley taking up her vorpal sword ...
*grins* Awesome. And insane. And hilarious.
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Date: 2011-03-16 09:01 pm (UTC)That one's all on you, dear. I am DONE WITH POETRY (for now).
I do like having the chance to overuse this icon, though. :)
Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-03-18 03:20 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-03-18 03:10 pm (UTC)alwaysusually seems worth it after it's finished...*g*
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Date: 2011-05-01 10:39 pm (UTC)As a dabbler in poetry myself (dabbler because I'm awful really :p) I can understand you need to hit the wall repeatedly. Fic writing is so much easier than poems isn't it? :p
And now for my pathetic attempt to give you applauds with rhyme! (feel free to destroy this comment afterwards :p)
Well that was quite the beautiful ideal,
There are few poems I've read that have been quite so real,
This one has fact and fiction mixed quite well,
And on one single matter my mind need not dwell.
You handled the interactions of the characters expertly,
And I see some intentional rhymes have been added covertly,
Have done this little tale quite the good deed,
And I do wish to be able to give you another plot seed.
I applaud your skills and abilities with such a hard format,
To conjure up such a flowing poem is a feat I'm sure of that,
And I do so dreadfully wish that you'll continue on,
And allow us all the fantastic pleasure of another brilliant one.
I apologise profusely for throwing poetry at you... I'm in a 'lets-write-poems' mood today - I blame my friends :p
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Date: 2011-05-01 11:01 pm (UTC)And I see some intentional rhymes have been added covertly,
Oh, you noticed that, eh? Subtlety is not my strong point, even in quatrains. ;)
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Date: 2011-05-01 11:32 pm (UTC)It's still awesome though! :D
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Date: 2011-05-02 12:45 am (UTC)You know, I actually didn't notice the Thames one... *grins sheepishly* I guess I didn't pick up on it because it flowed so well... or I just have awful pronunciation, could be either I suppose ;)