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|Wednesday, June 18th, 2008|
Ten minutes of your time for my thesis?
Dear fanfic authors,
first of all I’m sorry if OT posting isn’t allowed in this community, but there’s no other way for me to do this; just delete this if it isn’t appropriate.
I’m a fanfic reader and occasional fanfic writer myself, so what did I pick for my thesis in communication sciences? Fan Fiction, of course. I designed a survey to find out more about our writing habits and media use; it takes about 10 minutes to complete.
If you could go here
and fill it out, I’d be forever grateful. Of course I’ll publish some of the results at my journal in about a month or two, so you’ll know what happened with your answers.
The survey is completely anonymous; I have no way of finding out who gave which answers.
Please, please help a fellow fan out. It’s only ten minutes for you; it’s a very important part of my work for me.
This has been cross-posted like crazy, and I'm sorry for spamming you guys, I'm just a little desperate, too.
|Sunday, May 13th, 2007|
The Key - Second Season
It had been almost an hour since the huge metal gates had closed. They hadn't thought to ask Orac for details of the tides, because none of them had considered that Blake and Vila were going to end up trapped in tunnels where they would drown when the tide rose. It was the kind of contingency planning that never really arose in discussions on the Liberator.( Read more...Collapse )
|Wednesday, September 20th, 2006|
zines for sale
I hope this is allowed but I have about fifty B7 gen zines which I wish to sell. They are all second hand but are well looked after! They include the excellently produced Gambit, Seven Live on, Horizon, Rebel. All from about ten years ago and have absolutely excellent stories that are hard to find now.
The A5 sized ones are going for just £2 sterling plus postage and packing
The A4 ones are going for just £4 sterling each plus postage and packing. Most of these have over 500 pages.
Anyone interested, can you e-mail me? email@example.com. If you want a proper list along with page numbers and descriptions, PLEASE do contact me.
|Friday, November 25th, 2005|
70 Kilos - 4th Season, Spoilers for Orbit.
My first and perhaps only AU. What if Vila, not Avon had been told they needed to lose 70 more kilos?
"How much more weight do we need to lose, Orac?" asked Vila.
"Seventy kilos." said Orac.
Vila looked at the stripped shuttle. There was virtually nothing left to throw out. "We're doomed." he said. He took off his boots. Not exactly 70 kilos, but they were a weight he didn't need.
Avon came in. "How are we doing?"
"We're getting there." lied Vila, seeing no reason for both of them to know how desperate things were, "Get your boots off. In fact, get everything off."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Which matters more? Your leather or your life? Come on, Avon, all that stuff must come to quite a lot!"
"And what are we to wear?"
"Smug grins, when we get out alive." said Vila. Avon hesitated a moment longer, then stripped. Vila was already pulling his own clothes off. They ran to the airlock and threw them out. "Gun too." said Vila, "It's no use to us now." Avon nodded and fetched it, jettisoning that too.
"What else?" said Avon, "What is left?"
"Orac." said Vila, glad he had disposed of the gun before suggesting that.
"Orac? Without Orac ... "
"Without Orac, we may survive."
"But Orac is ..."
"I know, but if it's us or the computer, there's no contest. Be rational!"
"We need Orac."
"We need to dump something big. Unless you're volunteering, it's Orac."
Avon shook his head. "There has to be another way. Let me think!"
"Think fast." said Vila.
They both thought, then they looked at each other. "We'll deactivate him. He won't feel a thing." said Vila.
"It's just a machine." said Avon. They went back to Orac. Vila stood back. Avon put his hands on the casing. "Orac, logic demands that we dispose of you."
"I am more valuable than other members of the crew, and more useful." said Orac.
"But Tarrant isn't here." said Vila, "I'm sorry, Orac, but you'll have to go."
"If I fall into the wrong hands... " Orac began.
"Perhaps we should destroy you first." said Avon.
"No!" said Orac.
"Keep the key, at least." said Vila.
"Wait!" said Orac, "I have been analysing the load on the shuttle. The greatest weight is focused in a small area."
"Meaning?" said Vila.
"Location?" said Avon.
Orac told them. They ran to investigate. A clear cube lay on the ground. "It's too small." said Vila.
Avon bent and tried to move it. "Help me, Vila!"
"It can't be that heavy." Vila protested.
"It can. I'll explain later. Let's just get it off the shuttle."
They managed to get it to the airlock and eject it. immediately, the tone of the drives changed. "We did it!" said Vila. They returned to Orac.
"A pity we didn't find it before we got rid of our clothes." said Avon.
"If we hold Orac at the right level, we can keep our dignity."
Orac hummed in irritation. "I am beginning to wonder whether the airlock might have been better."
"It's never too late." said Vila with a grin.
|Sunday, November 20th, 2005|
|Monday, November 7th, 2005|
|Tuesday, October 25th, 2005|
After Blake: Chapter 9 (PGP)
Previous Chapter: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kerravongenius/9751.html
Tarrant listened to Avon's warning without any obvious concern. When Avon had finished talking, Tarrant turned to the computer, "Computer, is there any communication from the surface of the planet?"
"Affirmative. Translation of the coded message is not available."
Dayna said, "I hardly think we need a translation. We know what they are saying, 'Here are the rebels, come and get them!' I think we've got it wrong again, haven't you Tarrant?"
Tarrant gave the necessary order, "Computer, we require an evasive course, maximum speed. Keep it as random as possible and steer us away from known Federation areas. After that, reduce to half speed."
"Confirmed." the computer replied.
Avon nodded, "Now we will see how good the alterations are. It is time we tested them to the limits."
Soolin studied her screen and said, "Yes, why not? You are testing us to the limits." ( Read more...Collapse )
After Blake: Chapter 8 (PGP)
Previous Chapter: http://www.livejournal.com/community/b7ficandfilk/10963.html
It's all very sad, thought Vila, Dayna has finally gone over the edge. One day a bright, happy, sane person, and the next she's talking to an earring. She's not even talking sense, it's just gibberish. He watched her with a mixture of pity and bewilderment.
Finally she said, "That's all, come here and tell me what you heard." She put the earring on.
Vila leaned closer and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, "Er.. Dayna, what does it say?"
She laughed, "It says, 'Vila is out of his tiny mind.' "
That upset him, "Well, I didn't want to bring it up, but I'm not the one having a conversation with a small piece of jewellery, or perhaps that's considered normal where you come from."
Soolin came in and sat beside Dayna, "That is very good, I heard 'One, four, Orac, Tarrant, Vila is staring at me, Zen, Mellanby, seven, three, nine.' "
Dayna grinned, "It works!" She smiled pityingly at Vila, "It's a one way communicator. It is very tiny, so it can be fitted in almost anything."
"Like an earring?"
"Like an earring."
A cunning smile gave Vila a distinctly shifty air, "What is the range on that?"
"I'm not sure, several kilometres."
Soolin put a hand to her gun, "I'd hate to think that you were thinking of using it for card games."
Vila looked mortally offended, a certain indication of guilt, "Perish the thought, lovely lady! That would be cheating."( Read more...Collapse )
|Saturday, October 22nd, 2005|
After Blake: Chapter 7 (PGP)
Link to Previous chapter: http://www.livejournal.com/community/b7ficandfilk/10584.html
Servalan looked around her usual office. It was good to be back. The room was white, which drew attention quickly to the figure at the desk, because Servalan wore black. She was trying to decide how best to intimidate a psychostrategist. It was difficult, rather like attempting to out-calculate a computer. His chair was on a lower level than hers, which was a good start. She saw nothing strange in making such preparations before meeting a friend. In Servalan's circles, a friend was simply an enemy who had not yet seen an opportunity. Servalan would have been dead long ago if she had not understood that. She decided to be seated when he came in. If she stood, it would be seen as a blatant attempt to unsettle him, a sign of insecurity. Besides, she did not wish to stand throughout their meeting, and when she sat, she would lose stature. It was better to start in the chair, then stand if she needed to emphasize her authority later.
The Mutoid announced his arrival with typical detachment. Servalan adjusted the cape that hung from the shoulders of her black dress. "Send him in." she said, sitting down in the chair. ( Read more...Collapse )
After Blake: Chapter 6. (PGP)
Previous chapter: http://www.livejournal.com/community/b7ficandfilk/8616.html
As he started work again, Avon wondered how much of his opinion of Trilby was his imagination. She seemed to have something in common with all the women that had mattered to him. She smiled at him, just as Anna had smiled, and asked questions in a similar way, Anna had lied to him. Anna had betrayed him. She was like Servalan, ceaselessly probing for weaknesses, but she seemed to lack Servalan's cruelty. She was like Cally, sympathetic and apparently wanting to understand. Cally was dead, and it was partly his fault. For once he forced his mind to dwell on the pain. If he remembered each of those women and reminded himself of what each had done to him, he would not let this wolf in kitten's clothing convince him. He reminded himself that he was in control of the situation. For now it suited him to answer some of her questions, but he did not have to, and he would stop if they became too personal, or if he had reason to suspect her motives. The drive room was dark. His tools and his torch offered the only real light. He had switched off the main lights so that he could concentrate on the work. One small disadvantage was that he could not see her face. ( Read more...Collapse )
|Friday, October 7th, 2005|
Miscalculation. (PWB Servalan Story)
At eighteen, she was aware that she was as beautiful as she was wealthy. She knew there were men more handsome than Don Keller and that she could gain most of them with a faint smile and a momentary flirtation. Nevertheless, Don made her happy. He wasn't interested in her family's status and he was not poor himself, so her money was no great attraction. He told her he was fascinated by her mind. Most of his students disappointed him. Her path to officer training may have been eased by her connections, but she had intelligence.
Don would chide her often for her lack of industry, for her willingness to be side-tracked, seeking pleasure instead of concentrating on her studies. He would say it with a smile, knowing she would soon remind him that one of those distracting diversions was him. He had no ambition and no hidden guile. Don Keller was a man content with his position. Although she knew her parents would never approve of such a relationship becoming long-term, she found him more restful company than those high fliers with whom her parents loved to place her at their parties. He did unkind impressions of her father, which made her laugh. ( Read more...Collapse )
Consolation (Second Season Jenna and Blake story set after Trial)
There was a feeling of absence on the Liberator. It was the absence Jenna felt, more than grief or guilt. Doubtless, those would come later. For now, there was just the feeling that somebody who belonged with them was no longer there. The kindly smile, the gentle humour, they were gone. Gan had been a good listener, the only one to whom she could say anything, without fear it would change how he saw her. She had even told him how she felt about Blake and he had smiled in understanding and said, "No-one means more to Blake than you do. When all this is over, you two will get your chance."
She found herself heading to Gan's quarters. When she got there, the door was open and a figure was sitting on the bed in the darkness, his head in his hands. For a moment, she was a superstitious free trader, then she realised it was Blake.( Read more...Collapse )
|Sunday, October 2nd, 2005|
Travis in Wonderland
Travis in Wonderland (About 735 words)
Travis had been falling for a very long time. Just when he thought that he was certain to die, he landed on a pile of requisition forms and realised at last the importance of paperwork.
He knew he had been badly injured when Avon fired, but he was still alive. He gave himself a dose of painkillers strong enough to enable him to continue until he could get medical attention. He was just recovering from the pain and the bump of the fall when a white rabbit ran around the corner. "I'm late!" it said.( Read more...Collapse )
Defying the System. (About 230 words)
There was no point in rebellion against the System, because there was nowhere to run and Technician Tikvah was aware of the chaos before the System had taken control. She hated it though, hated the daily loss of identity and freedom, the way names were becoming numbers and people mere components in a vast, impersonal machine. She clung to her own name, but that was the extent of her stand.
Until, when working on the computer for DSV2, a thought had struck her. If people could become cold and logical, could not machines acquire personality? The Altas would not think to check for such idiosyncratic deviations from the design, so she allowed her mind to merge with the computer and she gave the sophisticated equipment a long lesson in humanity.
Already programmed to desire understanding, the computer hungrily accepted the new data. Tikvah knew it might never make a difference. The thoughts and feelings she implanted might never come to light, or might be discovered and removed at once, with punishment for her to follow.
On the other hand, at some time, in some way, some glimmer of beautiful, irrational, emotional humanity might contaminate the cold, sterile intellect of the System. No-one would know that Tikvah had done it, but knowing it herself might make it easier to walk the corridors with her head up and her thoughts unrestricted.
|Sunday, September 25th, 2005|
|Sunday, July 17th, 2005|
Story: Not Alone (Cally's death)
She was still breathing, just, but spoke neither with her voice nor with her mind. Her eyes sought his and when she held his gaze she seemed to be more at ease. "I'll get you out." he said. Her eyes told him that she didn't believe she would survive any more than he did. She looked at the remains of the doorway, silently urging him to go before the roof fell in.( Read more...Collapse )