adiva_calandia: (Are you -- Nobody -- Too?)
Whoa, I was farther behind on my reading list than I thought!

Hi! I'm still in London. The cold I had thought I'd staved off before leaving is trying to creep back in; I spent last night in that peculiar half-asleep-but-not-restful state I find myself in when I'm feverish, and I felt pretty punk all day today. And yet, we still managed to go to Whitehall, book a backstage tour at the National Theatre for tomorrow, and go on a river cruise to Greenwich where I straddled the prime meridian. I have been such a tourist this whole trip, with my map in hand and selfies in front of every landmark, and I don't even care. (Okay, I care a little.)

Biggest most exciting thing of the week thus far, though, was seeing The Comedy of Errors at the Globe. (This has been very much a Shakespeare/theatre trip, with the day in Stratford-Upon-Avon and the Globe and Whitehall today and hopefully Henry IV next week.)

I insisted I wanted to be a groundling -- why come to the Globe and pass up a chance to see a play from that close up? -- and in the hopes of improving my view I wore my high-heeled boots and queued an hour before the show. Which was, of course, still too late to get a spot right at the edge of the stage, but I was just behind the group of French students who were right at the edge of the stage. I was well within the splash zone (which was literal: one sequence involved Antipholus chasing Dromio around the stage with a fish, pulled from a bucket of water, and the Dromios in particular were pretty spitty). The heels may or may not have been a good idea; I think they did improve my view slightly, but oh god did my feet hurt by the end.

The production was fantastic. CoE isn't my favorite comedy, although I've always admired how skillfully the plot is put together -- you know, it's kind of contrived, it lacks the romance of a Much Ado, and it doesn't have the poetry of Midsummer or Twelfth Night. (This production did a nice job of highlighting some of Dromio's more democratic speeches, though, which I think are some of the most interesting parts of the play.)

But oh, man, did this production make up for the poetry with comedy. They played up the slapstick with enormous energy and skill, including the most perfect brick joke I have ever seen or hope to see onstage.* And seeing it from the ground was definitely worth the aching feet. It really was almost like being in the play -- it was much more active and intimate than sitting in a seat, even a close seat. You have to be a little more actively involved when you're standing; you can't be relaxed.

I'd be really interested to see what it's like being a groundling for a tragedy -- Julius Caesar is also running -- but I probably won't get a chance this trip. But it's okay. After a week here, I'm starting to think things like "You know, I could live here, maybe." I could see that.

Although it'd be nice if the exchange rate came down a little.

*A long-winded description of the brick joke, for those who won't get to go see the play and for my own memoirs. )

ETA: Also I owe some of you RP related emails! You are not forgotten, I promise!
adiva_calandia: (At Tara)
Was I awake at 7:30 on New Year's Day just so I could look at Yuletide reveals? Maaaaaybe.

First off, I want to rec my gifts again now that I know who to thank!

All These Gliding Ghosts (3578 words) by shinobi93
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hamlet - Shakespeare
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Horatio (Hamlet), Ophelia (Hamlet), Hamlet
Additional Tags: Magical Realism, Ghosts, Underworld - Freeform, Canon Compliant, Canonical Character Death, Yuletide
Summary: When the ghost of the old king appears at the castle, he is not alone. Soon, it is down to Horatio and Ophelia to stop these spirits from terrorising Hamlet and Elsinore, but the stakes are high and tragedy has a strange way of defying anyone's efforts to the contrary.
Still, they will battle on regardless, even if it takes them to the edges of their sanity…or the Underworld.

My original request was for a magical realist Hamlet story, and I'm still so delighted by the way [ profile] shinobi93 folds a fantastical story into the standard plot of the play.

Out of the Clutch of Chaos (1546 words) by astralis
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Tam Lin - Pamela Dean
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Janet Carter/Thomas Lane
Characters: Janet Carter, Thomas Lane, Lily Carter
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Pregnancy, Yuletide Treat
Summary: Janet wakes on Christmas morning struck by the strangeness of her situation.

[ profile] astralis notes that the title of this fic comes from The Lady's Not For Burning, which made me laugh and laugh and laugh.

Because as it turns out, a ghostly Hamlet and a post-canon Thomas and Janet make for a nice trio with the one fic I wrote for the archive:

The Soldier's Not for Leaving (2303 words) by adiva_calandia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Lady's Not For Burning
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jennet Jourdemayne/Thomas Mendip
Summary: 1400, more or less, and a day later, to be precise.

The soldier, the lady, and her dog watch the moon rise. Because there is life beyond the pyre -- but it's going to take work, and time, and love, to keep it going.

A helpful spell might not go amiss, either, if the right one comes along.

It's like a Tam Lin triple-play!

SO this is one of my favorite things I've ever written, and I cannot thank [personal profile] fahye enough for giving me the chance to write it, because I've always wanted to write something about The Lady's Not for Burning but could never unlock it until she requested Jennet as an actual witch. I was pretty fucking intimidated by the canon, though -- Christopher Fry's poetry is well nigh inimitable -- and by the recipient, because I know of old that Fahye's writing is awesome and rich and complex and beautiful and I didn't want to fuck this up for her.

My betas, [personal profile] newredshoes and [personal profile] mercuria and [personal profile] batyatoon (and college roomie), all were instrumental in making sure I didn't fuck up, and I can't thank them enough. (Especially Esther and Merc, who were very patient with me as I fancast (Tom Hiddleston for Thomas, Anne Hathaway for Jennet) and read scenes from the original play aloud and forced them to watch the 1987 Kenneth Branagh production which is TERRIBLY paced and shot and aggressively '80s BBC but features a beautiful performance from Branagh.)

I also want to point out, delightedly, that this isn't the only TLNfB fic in the archive this year -- there's also Accessory After the Fact, a very sweet look at Thomas and Jennet dealing with pregnancy with a beautiful final line.

Seriously, though, it was like all Tam Lin canons all the time up in here and I loved it.
adiva_calandia: (At Tara)

And then I wrote fic for the first time in a while!

Title: Earthly Commands
Fandom: Skyfall + Shakespeare's The Tempest
Rating: R
Pairings: Sévérine/Silva, Sévérine/Bond
Warnings: References to human trafficking, underage sex, coerced sex, abusive relationships, and violence. 
There was a man in exile, and he claimed an island for his own and thought on revenge.

It’s an old story.

And everyone needs a servant.

Silva's not a very nice person, guys! Sévérine's backstory is fucking tragic, guys! I have a lot of feelings about Ariel and Prospero, guys!

If I could draw this would be some kind of weird impressionistic comic, I'm pretty sure.

adiva_calandia: (At Tara)
I had a dream that Richard II insisted on a wife from the Mortimer family, either Kate or her mother -- I think maybe as insurance against rebellion? -- so Kate volunteered to be his queen. When she got up to him on the dais he grabbed her and kissed her and she was more than a little surprised to find that he was a very good kisser. (Guess he's bi after all!)

But the insurance-against-rebellion thing was not going to work out very well. Turned out Kate's brother (I guess Edmund, but in the way of dreams, not really Edmund at all) was wanted because he was leading the rebellion, or at least important in it. So there was Kate, newly wed to the king, watching in silent despair as Richard tried to hunt down her brother.

I'm pretty sure that by the end of the dream, the group she was meeting with was the rebellion (although it started off as the King's advisors). And then things took a sharp turn into the surreal as it turned out the place where the rebellion was meeting had this A Clockwork Orange-esque agony booth kind of set-up where they needed someone to agree to have their eyes held open and watch terrible things while the meetings went on, and Kate(/me) was all set to do it! But then [personal profile] silveraspen showed up and was all "I got this, it's okay," so Kate didn't have to. (On coming out of the booth after the meeting, I/Kate went "Are you okay?!" because DID NOT LOOK OKAY and Aspen said something about having to see Bill Adama, I don't know, mourning Lee and blaming her for it or something. I didn't get all the details.)

. . . So if you get rid of the weird sci-fi agony booth aspect at the end there, and made it Henry V instead of Richard II, the storyline of Hal marrying Kate as insurance against further internal rebellion could be very interesting. (Yes, okay, I'm secretly a Hal/Kate shipper.) Although Richard having an English wife could have some interesting implications, too. Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd...
adiva_calandia: (Default)
 Hey gang, help me out:

What deleted scenes from Shakespeare would you want to see? I have this crazy idea of doing one or more deleted/sequel scenes for every play in the canon. What characters do you want to see interact more? What plotholes do you want to see filled?
adiva_calandia: (Piano playing)
FINALLY DONE. Only took me two months . . .

Okay, so, what follows is what you could call a sequel, or a deleted scene. Some knowledge of Shakespeare's Henriad (isn't that a great name?) is probably helpful. It's also heavily influenced by Michelle Dockery and Tom Hiddleston's performances as Kate Percy and Henry V in The Hollow Crown, and indirectly by Joe Armstrong's performance as Hotspur. If you would like to know more about all of these things, why, you can watch The Hollow Crown on YouTube! And you should, because it's glorious. You have not lived until you've experienced Ben Whishaw in his WTF-inducing golden armor and Tom Hiddleston shirtless and bruised in a sauna. (THAT'S A THING THAT HAPPENED.)

Anyway. This is un-beta'd and unedited, so bear with me through the meh parts. Perhaps one of these days I'll come back and fix them; for now I'm just pleased that I finally finished.

Also, I owe an undeniable debt to [personal profile] newredshoes for infecting me with her deep love of the Percys, and for playing both Hal and Harry off Kate with me; her characterization and insights have definitely influenced this.

LONDON. The Presence Chamber in KING HENRY V's Palace. )

A Tedious Brief Lesson On Scansion )
Character B is finishing Character A's line. They're speaking quickly, one sentence following the other. Here's a good example in The Tempest.

I just had so much fun with this, you guys, I can't even tell you.
adiva_calandia: (iWrite)
I have been WRITING.

I am currently too tipsy to continue working on stuff that requires thinking about deviations from iambic pentameter, but HERE IS A TASTE:

I think, my lady, you forget yourself.
No subject should command their sovereign so.

I forget nothing. Such is a widow’s woe.
But peace.

Do you still mourn him, lady?

     Mourn, my lord?
My lord Northumberland, my Hotspur? Ah,
With every breath I’ve drawn since he has died,
His dirge I’ve sung.
No songstress was I when alive was he.
It took his murder to waken song in me.



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