Have journal; will post
So, that was very much squee and awesome and lovely. Possibly there was a semblance of plot there, but I was focused on JO! And SARAH! And ELEVEN! And CLYDE and RANI and SANTIAGO! There were also space vultures and Sarah-from-Primeval.
Jo/Sarah. So much. So so much that I began to wonder if it was deliberate. They were ADORABLE. And they RANDOMLY HUGGED all the time and CUDDLED in the coffin. Write, fandom, write.
'507'. Seriously. That's what the fuss was all about? If I hadn't seen all the discussion, I wouldn't have thought twice about it. It struck me as obviously flippant, a number pulled out of thin air.
I will not go through and list every single line or event that made me gleeful, because I have to go to bed within the next three hours.
But that last scene made me so, so, so happy. So it was obvious, so what? I am a fan and I like fanservice. I pretty much love what this episode has done for past companions. They're alive; they're making a difference and of course they're happy. Liz is ON THE MOON (and not dead!). The Brig is back in Peru (so either that's code or something really big's going on there). Tegan (who is not dead!), Ben, Polly (who are not not in each other's lives!), Dorothy (who I think is Ace, because of the Dorothy something, but it would be equally as awesome to be Dodo, either way, not dead!) are all alive with full, important, happy lives. Harry seemed to be...not around, judging by the past tense, but I'm still subscribing to the 'he's in hiding because of incredibly sensitive information and he'll reappear when the thirty year rule or something applies' idea. I read a fic like that once. Ian and Barbara are professors, in Cambridge (at St Cedds), and they're canon, on-screen stated canon!
I don't like the whole not-aged-since-the-sixties thing. I'm pretty certain any eighty-year-old you might ask would prefer to have their thirty-year-old body. Maybe this is just me being stupid and naive and twenty, hoping for decades ahead of me full of discovery and change and growth. I'd love to time travel but I don't want to be immortal (although I am, obviously. I'd like to reach eighty. Sixty years? That's forever).
But, things change. People change. The universe moves on. If you don't move with it, you're not really a part of it.
Ian and Barbara went home. They were going to go to the pub, they were going to watch cricket, they were going to do things that 'probably' wouldn't be as exciting as travelling with the Doctor. They were going to be married. They were going to find jobs and cook dinner and tell their children stories. They were going to argue and worry and grieve. They were going to adventure, to stargaze at night and take their grandchildren to the park in the day. They were going to be completely ordinary, utterly extraordinary, the best of humanity.
Aging is human. Don't take that away from them.
brb, ficcing.
On the subject of fic, Angela and I spent most of the day discussing a Leverage 16th century AU. See, in our Literary London module, we've started studying the criminal underworld of the late 1500s/early 1600s through contemporary pamphlets such as 'The Second Part of Coney-Catching' and 'The Defence of Coney-Catching'. They're amazing. They both relate lots of fascinating little tales.
'The Second Part''s stories are all about crimes these thieves, vagabonds, coney-catchers have carried out. My favourite was the one where this 'hooker' is trying to hook things out of this room through an open window and getting really frustrated because, unbeknownst to him, the porter is standing in the room, simply lifting anything that gets caught off the hook.
'The Defence' was amusing generally. It was purportedly written by a coney-catcher who was really annoyed that R.G was publishing pamphlets like 'The Second Part' (and the first part, and more besides) and telling all their secrets because everyone he tried to con just went 'I've read the book! You can't fool me.' It related tales of legally fine, morally rotten ripping off, complaining that their acts were much greater than anything he or his ilk did. Ready made 16th century Leverage plots!
We decided that Nate would probably be a 'upright-man' (previously a servant, skilled), Sophie a 'bawdy-basket' (comes to a house with stuff to sell and nicks other stuff), Eliot a 'ruffler' (a returned soldier too proud to beg) and Parker a Dell (young woman...curse non-specific definitions), so skilled in the Blacke Art (lockpicking) that she always plays the part of the Charme (lockpicker).
Hardison gave us some trouble. Four hours after the Literary London seminar ended, and two minutes after I had seen her last, Angela rushed out of her class to tell me (still waiting to go in to my lecture) that he could be a forger. It was okay, because the teacher wasn't there yet ;).
Last week, it was the Leverage team attempt to steal from Brax's collection. This week, 16th century AU. We do enjoy the module and pay attention during the seminar, honest.