Can't Get Any Stranger (Gwen Cooper and Gwen-of-Camelot)supergreakMarch 24 2011, 03:33:42 UTC
Gwen supposed that if one just had to fall through the rift into the past, there were worse places to go. The Spanish Inquisition, for one. (No one expects the Spanish Inquisition, and she definitely wasn't wearing the right shoes for it). The age of the dinosaurs, or maybe World War One. Wherever, whenever, this was, she didn't seem to be in imminent danger of dying.
Gwen looked around the bustling market and checked her jacket pockets for anything useful. Keys, cell phone, spare clip, half a granola bar. Her gun was still safely in its holster; her wallet was sitting on her desk back at the Hub. Not that it would have done her much good- she doubted any of these people took Visa. She walked past a line of stalls- butcher, baker, blacksmith- and rounded the corner, gasping as a bleeding castle came into view. She gaped like an idiot for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's quite the sight, isn't it?" said a pretty young woman, smiling wryly and holding a basket of fruit at her side. "First time in Camelot?"
Camelot. Oh, shit Gwen startled a bit, and then nodded. "Yep. Just in."
"You look it. I'm Gwenevere, Gwen for short. Do you have work secured yet? There's a group of Mercian lords visiting, and the kitchen's shorthanded, if you don't have anything else."
"No kidding? I'm Gwen as well. Gwen Cooper. And I don't have any work or any place to stay for the night, so any help would be great."
As they walked up to the castle (castle!), Gwen-of-Camelot rambled on about how "that utter arse, I mean his Majesty Prince Arthur," had let a pig into "my lady Morgana's quarters," and how it took her and Merlin four hours to get the mud out.
Gwen-of-Cardiff decided that her life could not get any stranger.
...er, that's it for now. There might be more. Later.
Re: Can't Get Any Stranger (Gwen Cooper and Gwen-of-Camelot)thisgirl_isMarch 25 2011, 00:00:30 UTC
That's awesome. I am now having visions of Torchwood!Gwen saving Arthur by shooting something in the face, because it's the Torchwood way. And would probably lead to an inappropriate crush on Arthur's part. Hmmm.
Can't Get Any Stranger Part 2/?supergreakMarch 25 2011, 06:03:24 UTC
Arthur saw Gwen and strolled up to her. "I need my blue tunic, Gwen, are you done cleaning it yet? And, er, why is your friend wearing trousers?" "Honestly, Arthur, you gave your blue tunic to Merlin to bring to the laundry. Ask him. And..." She turned to her strangely-dressed companion. Rings of dark hair were falling out of her cap, and she wore a tight tunic over trousers of strange material, with something black strapped to her thigh. "Why are you wearing trousers?" The strange young lady smiled(she had a gap between her teeth; it was quite cute) and extended her hand to Arthur. "I'm Gwen Cooper of Cardiff. All women dress like this there." Another Gwen? How strange. "Really?" He said politely. Some of these kingdoms had the oddest customs. He turned back to his Gwen. "Anyway, Morgana's joining us on the hunt tomorrow, so you need to pack for her and yourself. We leave at sunrise." "A hunt, you say? I'm a fair shot myself," The new Gwen said. "May I join your expedition?" Arthur laughed and rolled his eyes. "Not another one! I'll tell you what, Miss Cooper, if you can beat any of my nights with bow or knife, I'll let you join us." Honestly, the idea was ludicrous. A woman, beating one of his best knights! It would never happen. Why, it was more likely that Merlin was a warlock than that this foreigner would win. All good entertainment to let her try, though, right? *** Perhaps, Arthur thought, he should ask Merlin about magic. Clearly, nothing was impossible anymore, and this was just too humiliating. After completely fumbling her "practice shot"- clearly, an intentional move to shake them - she proceeded to land three arrows perfectly. Then again, many of his knights could do the same. At fifty, only Sir Percy(his best archer) matched her. When they both moved back another 50 paces, she still hit the target- Percy's were four inches off to either side. Sometime during the contest, Father had caught word and shown up to watch. Upon her victory, he invited the impertinent, trouser-wearing chit to dinner. Yes, Arthur was frustrated. And he knew the perfect person to take it out on. "Merlin!!!"
Gwen looked around the bustling market and checked her jacket pockets for anything useful. Keys, cell phone, spare clip, half a granola bar. Her gun was still safely in its holster; her wallet was sitting on her desk back at the Hub. Not that it would have done her much good- she doubted any of these people took Visa. She walked past a line of stalls- butcher, baker, blacksmith- and rounded the corner, gasping as a bleeding castle came into view. She gaped like an idiot for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's quite the sight, isn't it?" said a pretty young woman, smiling wryly and holding a basket of fruit at her side. "First time in Camelot?"
Camelot. Oh, shit Gwen startled a bit, and then nodded. "Yep. Just in."
"You look it. I'm Gwenevere, Gwen for short. Do you have work secured yet? There's a group of Mercian lords visiting, and the kitchen's shorthanded, if you don't have anything else."
"No kidding? I'm Gwen as well. Gwen Cooper. And I don't have any work or any place to stay for the night, so any help would be great."
As they walked up to the castle (castle!), Gwen-of-Camelot rambled on about how "that utter arse, I mean his Majesty Prince Arthur," had let a pig into "my lady Morgana's quarters," and how it took her and Merlin four hours to get the mud out.
Gwen-of-Cardiff decided that her life could not get any stranger.
...er, that's it for now. There might be more. Later.
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second part's up. Third to come soon.
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This drabble rules and so do you :)
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"Honestly, Arthur, you gave your blue tunic to Merlin to bring to the laundry. Ask him. And..." She turned to her strangely-dressed companion. Rings of dark hair were falling out of her cap, and she wore a tight tunic over trousers of strange material, with something black strapped to her thigh. "Why are you wearing trousers?"
The strange young lady smiled(she had a gap between her teeth; it was quite cute) and extended her hand to Arthur. "I'm Gwen Cooper of Cardiff. All women dress like this there."
Another Gwen? How strange. "Really?" He said politely. Some of these kingdoms had the oddest customs. He turned back to his Gwen. "Anyway, Morgana's joining us on the hunt tomorrow, so you need to pack for her and yourself. We leave at sunrise."
"A hunt, you say? I'm a fair shot myself," The new Gwen said. "May I join your expedition?"
Arthur laughed and rolled his eyes. "Not another one! I'll tell you what, Miss Cooper, if you can beat any of my nights with bow or knife, I'll let you join us." Honestly, the idea was ludicrous. A woman, beating one of his best knights! It would never happen. Why, it was more likely that Merlin was a warlock than that this foreigner would win. All good entertainment to let her try, though, right?
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Perhaps, Arthur thought, he should ask Merlin about magic. Clearly, nothing was impossible anymore, and this was just too humiliating. After completely fumbling her "practice shot"- clearly, an intentional move to shake them - she proceeded to land three arrows perfectly. Then again, many of his knights could do the same. At fifty, only Sir Percy(his best archer) matched her. When they both moved back another 50 paces, she still hit the target- Percy's were four inches off to either side.
Sometime during the contest, Father had caught word and shown up to watch. Upon her victory, he invited the impertinent, trouser-wearing chit to dinner.
Yes, Arthur was frustrated. And he knew the perfect person to take it out on.
"Merlin!!!"
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(Sorry I'm, like, two months behind!) You mentioned the possibility of a third part? *hopeful*
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