more of ff100
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77+79, 84+87+89 together
77 (What?) Glee (2/2)
"Where'd Wevid drag you off to during your tutoring session?"
"There were testing out their new countertenor, to see what my range really is, and David even found me a few classical pieces in storage. Mostly they scolded me for never warming up fully. It turns out I can go quite a bit higher than that vaunted high F, I didn't realize how high I went singing the end of 'Le Jazz Hot', and can stay melodic down into high baritone ranges. I'm off to my room to google Alfred Deller, Andreas Scholl, and the Dowland Society once I grab my books, see you at breakfast."
"What did you do to Kurt?"
"He asked why he didn't have to audition to join, so I told him about seeing those videos. He didn't even know the real name for his voice-type, he'd been lumped with the girls or forced into silence besides that funk intro."
Wes picked up the narrative from there, "We also needed to know his limits, as it turns out he almost never does a full warm-up, mostly to avoid inconveniencing people, as it took us almost a half-hour to run the interval drills over his whole range. We've arranged that he'll join us five minutes late so he can do his upper-half warm-up during the prior-business portion of the meeting and do the lower half with the rest of us. We still need to talk to Thad, but the two of us thought that for the Winter Festival we might do an actual choral work, something meant to have a counter-tenor lead."
78 (Where?) Sherlock
“Mycroft, I think something's wrong. I feel...strange.”
“I know where you are. I can see you on the traffic camera. I'll send a car to take you to the hospital. You are going into treatment whether you like it or not.”
“I need it! I...it keeps me from stagnating. My mind does not do well as a gungy drainage pond. It's just this batch that was tainted!”
The line was silent for a few moments, then Sherlock mumbled, “I saw the robber leave, and I can give someone his life story from my glimpse, but...I don't look like a reliable witness. Maybe arrange for someone to see me in a few days, when I'm almost detoxed? Just keep Mummy away until I'm better.”
“Agreed.”
79 (When?) Glee (1/2)
When Kurt arrived at Dalton, he was at a loss as to why everyone in the Warblers, particularly the council, was so excited, and how he was permitted to join without an audition, as none of the Warblers, not even Blaine, had heard him sing, unless Rachel bugged the auditorium or chorus room. He doubted that had happened, since he hadn't gotten any extra grief for "Rose's Turn". Finally, he asked David while getting help with Chemistry.
"Kurt, what you need to realize is that your range is a godsend for a small all-male ensemble. If we weren't so top-40 the last few years, with the switch to show choir competition, rather than as a traditional men's choir, you'd be the soloist. There are probably community opera companies, never mind professional ones, who would literally kill for you after a bit of polishing. Your friend Berry may be considered a one-in-a-few-million, but you are closer to a one-in-a-billion. The open house I came to before my freshman year here, they had a poor approximation with a 13-year-old sophomore singing the countertenor part, then his voice settled as a bass, of all things.
Anyway, as for your audition, Thad found that Jacob guy's blog, and Ryan hacked it, finding that funk number and you practicing Defying Gravity. Those were your singing sample. Also, if you ever want to press assault charges, I'll give you my uncle's card."
"Thanks for the offer...it's really that special? I...my voice was one of the reasons I was bullied before sexuality was even an issue. No one really told me that my voice-type is that rare. Are there any arrangements in storage from the last time a...countertenor...was here? That's really what it's called? Usually I was just a back-up soprano."
"And that's a crime to artistry," David huffed as he closed the textbook. "What exactly is your range?"
"No clue, I've rarely done a full-range warm-up, just whichever octave or so I was going to use, but I did the full slide at the end of 'Le Jazz Hot' back in September, and that didn't go close to my lowest point. I guess, a little lower than I was in 'Give up the Funk', to...I guess I'll have to sing 'Jazz' again to check."
"Right, let's grab Wes and his perfect pitch and adjourn to the instrument room, it's soundproofed more than here. Leave your stuff here, we'll only be gone a half-hour or so."
Check Youtube sometime for the Deller Consort. Alfred Deller was a countertenor and was mistaken for a castrati at a time when the last ones were dying. Supposedly some grand-dame called him a eunuch, and he responded, that she must have meant "unique".
81 (How?) HP response to “To Shape and Change” ch 13
Dear Dr. ____,
I am a student entering my second year of medical training, and have encountered a husband (F) and wife (A) team of former law enforcement who were tortured into almost total catatonia over a decade ago, leaving a young son. F's mother has refused treatment beyond upkeep, leaving their recovery to the the patients' willpower, to 'snap out of it'. The son, now in secondary, has expressed an interest in any alternatives.
A shows some recognition of the son, who has visited quite often, and is mobile, though her gait is jerky. F exhibits some symptoms of early stage MS, with no indicators in the family of a propensity. There are no records of CAT scans or conductance tests in their files. If I could arrange patient transport to your hospital, would you be willing to give me your opinion on their options?
Sincerely,
H. Potter
One of the physicians, based in London, thankfully, wrote back less than two weeks after Harry sent the letter, saying that if he would bring the patients and files to his clinic hours on the 13th of July, he'd take a look, expressing his surprise and disgust at Augusta's actions. Harry and Neville conferred, deciding that they'd load Frank and Alice in wheelchairs and hire a handicapped van to meet them a block away from St. Mungo's. Neville and his parents would go to the appointment with Harry's “Muggle-fied” copies of the files.
“Just don't mention the 'medical student' is your friend from school!”
82 (If) Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
What if they find out? I'll be laughed out by my superiors and most likely barred from practicing, given the level of fraud necessary. Not to mention the embarrassment for the remaining members of my family. There aren't many of us left, but there is some cousin who, last I heard, was running for office. Imagine the reflected shame on him if it were found that he had a female cousin who actually made it through medical school (blue-stocking!), then took the masquerade further and actually joined the army as a surgeon! Not that I truly care too much, he's a prat anyway; he is younger by a number of years, yet was always bigger and meaner.
83 (And) HP
I was the odd child out, despite being the eldest of my sisters. Cissa was the beauty, the only blonde in three generations, and therefore considered worthy of a marriage arrangement with the Malfoys. Bellatrix was always considered the clever one, the one who, it was obvious from a young age, was 'crazy like a fox,' though that changed with exposure to Cruciatus and Dementors. I was not that pretty, and my intellect was in 'unacceptable' studies, such as healing, not potions or dueling. When the three of us were spoken of as a unit, I was often forgotten, to the point that I took as my nickname 'And', rather than Andi, or some other, more logical shortening of my first name, so at least I felt included when Mother spoke of 'Cissa and Bella'. I did not become a person until I ran off with Ted; by then, it didn't matter.
84 (He) House/HP xover (3/3)
Harry came back to get his leg cast off two months later, and Dr. Chase was on clinic duty.
“Hello, Dr. Chase,” Harry blushed.
Smiling, Robbie escorted him to the room where the cast saws were kept.
“I'll take this off, then take a quick feel for any abnormalities in bone repair, then you're off.”
“Alright.”
The removal process was easy enough, and everything was fine, but when Harry went to leave, Robbie grasped his hand.
“Now...Now that you aren't a patient, would you join me for dinner?”
“A date? I guess. Where?”
“Can I have your number, I'll call when I have a better idea of when I have time off?”
Nodding, Harry wrote his number on Robbie's forearm.
85 (She) Sherlock
The Woman was wrong, Mycroft was wrong, James f**king Moriarty was wrong! How did three people who pride themselves on observation and ferreting out the truth miss the boat so badly on this one thing. For all of their insight, they missed one thing. Sherlock is no virgin. I was not the first, not even the first man. Though I am glad that Jim did not realize, or the mindgames would have taken a much more dangerous turn. Irene was wrong, though she did have some insight, we finally gave into our feelings shortly after her 'death'. Did they really think I didn't realize the trick they played?
87 (Life) House/HP xover Chase attended seminary in England, his crisis of faith likely occurred in 1995 (1/3)
Robbie Chase had been assigned to work at St. Luke's, a medium-sized church in Surrey, as a practicum for his seminary work. The priest there was getting old, and some of the leadership wanted a younger person there, given the number of teens in the area the church served.
Robbie thought the idea was strange, as most of the people he was meant to help were off at school, so he had little to do outside of school holidays. Therefore, he was surprised to find someone sitting in the back of the church when he came in at 7:30 to do some cleaning.
“Hello. Can I help you?”
The bundle of rags unfolded, showing it to be a teenage boy. The boy blinked owlishly behind thick glasses, then he replied, “Its just peaceful here. I had a bad end of term, and my family isn't sympathetic.”
Sitting down next to the boy, he asked, “What happened?”
“I was kidnapped with another boy by the man who killed my parents, the other boy died...I...he was going to be my boyfriend, he promised that we'd go on our first date on my birthday, to celebrate my ascendancy to my dad's lordship.”
Robbie was speechless. First, that someone who couldn't be more than 15 had witnessed a murder, and also, he'd never really thought about the church's stance on homosexuality. He'd been quite small when Vatican II occurred, but most of his childhood priests were a product of the old dictates. Such a frank discussion of losing a lover, even one so innocent as this, brought to light how much he chafed at this aspect of the dogma. How could such an innocent love be wrong?
89 (Work) House/HP 2/3
Harry had done what the world asked of him, and after a year or so as an Auror, decided he didn't like the job as much as he'd thought he would. He was 19 when he resigned, so he took six months to cram for qualifying tests, then applied to muggle colleges, including some in America.
When he was accepted to Princeton, he actually did a little dance. The college was in a small enough city that he wouldn't feel crowded, and the system was close enough to what he knew of the British academic systems that he wouldn't be completely lost. He had an offer for St. Andrew's, but he wanted out of the UK. Besides, there was talk of William attending, and that would just be weird, given they'd been introduced when Harry was invited to tea, but weren't really allowed to say they were friends.
All this had little to do with what had happened today, though. He was almost done with his degree, having one term left, when he had an encounter with a a car while out on his motorbike. When he woke up some from the pain meds, he squinted up at the man standing over him.
“Father Robbie?”
With a fast double-take, the man stared at him.
“Oh, I'm sorry. You look like the seminary student from the neighborhood church when I was 14.”
The woman with him, likely also a doctor, laughed, “Chase, a priest? Right...”
“I worked at St. Luke's in Surrey for about a year. I left the seminary right afterwards. There...there was a boy who confessed something that shook my belief in the church.”
The woman looked shocked, “The Catholic problems started that early?”
“It wasn't about a pedophile...”
Harry interrupted, “It was first love, but the other boy died. It is you! Small world, don't you think?”
77+79, 84+87+89 together
77 (What?) Glee (2/2)
"Where'd Wevid drag you off to during your tutoring session?"
"There were testing out their new countertenor, to see what my range really is, and David even found me a few classical pieces in storage. Mostly they scolded me for never warming up fully. It turns out I can go quite a bit higher than that vaunted high F, I didn't realize how high I went singing the end of 'Le Jazz Hot', and can stay melodic down into high baritone ranges. I'm off to my room to google Alfred Deller, Andreas Scholl, and the Dowland Society once I grab my books, see you at breakfast."
"What did you do to Kurt?"
"He asked why he didn't have to audition to join, so I told him about seeing those videos. He didn't even know the real name for his voice-type, he'd been lumped with the girls or forced into silence besides that funk intro."
Wes picked up the narrative from there, "We also needed to know his limits, as it turns out he almost never does a full warm-up, mostly to avoid inconveniencing people, as it took us almost a half-hour to run the interval drills over his whole range. We've arranged that he'll join us five minutes late so he can do his upper-half warm-up during the prior-business portion of the meeting and do the lower half with the rest of us. We still need to talk to Thad, but the two of us thought that for the Winter Festival we might do an actual choral work, something meant to have a counter-tenor lead."
78 (Where?) Sherlock
“Mycroft, I think something's wrong. I feel...strange.”
“I know where you are. I can see you on the traffic camera. I'll send a car to take you to the hospital. You are going into treatment whether you like it or not.”
“I need it! I...it keeps me from stagnating. My mind does not do well as a gungy drainage pond. It's just this batch that was tainted!”
The line was silent for a few moments, then Sherlock mumbled, “I saw the robber leave, and I can give someone his life story from my glimpse, but...I don't look like a reliable witness. Maybe arrange for someone to see me in a few days, when I'm almost detoxed? Just keep Mummy away until I'm better.”
“Agreed.”
79 (When?) Glee (1/2)
When Kurt arrived at Dalton, he was at a loss as to why everyone in the Warblers, particularly the council, was so excited, and how he was permitted to join without an audition, as none of the Warblers, not even Blaine, had heard him sing, unless Rachel bugged the auditorium or chorus room. He doubted that had happened, since he hadn't gotten any extra grief for "Rose's Turn". Finally, he asked David while getting help with Chemistry.
"Kurt, what you need to realize is that your range is a godsend for a small all-male ensemble. If we weren't so top-40 the last few years, with the switch to show choir competition, rather than as a traditional men's choir, you'd be the soloist. There are probably community opera companies, never mind professional ones, who would literally kill for you after a bit of polishing. Your friend Berry may be considered a one-in-a-few-million, but you are closer to a one-in-a-billion. The open house I came to before my freshman year here, they had a poor approximation with a 13-year-old sophomore singing the countertenor part, then his voice settled as a bass, of all things.
Anyway, as for your audition, Thad found that Jacob guy's blog, and Ryan hacked it, finding that funk number and you practicing Defying Gravity. Those were your singing sample. Also, if you ever want to press assault charges, I'll give you my uncle's card."
"Thanks for the offer...it's really that special? I...my voice was one of the reasons I was bullied before sexuality was even an issue. No one really told me that my voice-type is that rare. Are there any arrangements in storage from the last time a...countertenor...was here? That's really what it's called? Usually I was just a back-up soprano."
"And that's a crime to artistry," David huffed as he closed the textbook. "What exactly is your range?"
"No clue, I've rarely done a full-range warm-up, just whichever octave or so I was going to use, but I did the full slide at the end of 'Le Jazz Hot' back in September, and that didn't go close to my lowest point. I guess, a little lower than I was in 'Give up the Funk', to...I guess I'll have to sing 'Jazz' again to check."
"Right, let's grab Wes and his perfect pitch and adjourn to the instrument room, it's soundproofed more than here. Leave your stuff here, we'll only be gone a half-hour or so."
Check Youtube sometime for the Deller Consort. Alfred Deller was a countertenor and was mistaken for a castrati at a time when the last ones were dying. Supposedly some grand-dame called him a eunuch, and he responded, that she must have meant "unique".
81 (How?) HP response to “To Shape and Change” ch 13
Dear Dr. ____,
I am a student entering my second year of medical training, and have encountered a husband (F) and wife (A) team of former law enforcement who were tortured into almost total catatonia over a decade ago, leaving a young son. F's mother has refused treatment beyond upkeep, leaving their recovery to the the patients' willpower, to 'snap out of it'. The son, now in secondary, has expressed an interest in any alternatives.
A shows some recognition of the son, who has visited quite often, and is mobile, though her gait is jerky. F exhibits some symptoms of early stage MS, with no indicators in the family of a propensity. There are no records of CAT scans or conductance tests in their files. If I could arrange patient transport to your hospital, would you be willing to give me your opinion on their options?
Sincerely,
H. Potter
One of the physicians, based in London, thankfully, wrote back less than two weeks after Harry sent the letter, saying that if he would bring the patients and files to his clinic hours on the 13th of July, he'd take a look, expressing his surprise and disgust at Augusta's actions. Harry and Neville conferred, deciding that they'd load Frank and Alice in wheelchairs and hire a handicapped van to meet them a block away from St. Mungo's. Neville and his parents would go to the appointment with Harry's “Muggle-fied” copies of the files.
“Just don't mention the 'medical student' is your friend from school!”
82 (If) Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
What if they find out? I'll be laughed out by my superiors and most likely barred from practicing, given the level of fraud necessary. Not to mention the embarrassment for the remaining members of my family. There aren't many of us left, but there is some cousin who, last I heard, was running for office. Imagine the reflected shame on him if it were found that he had a female cousin who actually made it through medical school (blue-stocking!), then took the masquerade further and actually joined the army as a surgeon! Not that I truly care too much, he's a prat anyway; he is younger by a number of years, yet was always bigger and meaner.
83 (And) HP
I was the odd child out, despite being the eldest of my sisters. Cissa was the beauty, the only blonde in three generations, and therefore considered worthy of a marriage arrangement with the Malfoys. Bellatrix was always considered the clever one, the one who, it was obvious from a young age, was 'crazy like a fox,' though that changed with exposure to Cruciatus and Dementors. I was not that pretty, and my intellect was in 'unacceptable' studies, such as healing, not potions or dueling. When the three of us were spoken of as a unit, I was often forgotten, to the point that I took as my nickname 'And', rather than Andi, or some other, more logical shortening of my first name, so at least I felt included when Mother spoke of 'Cissa and Bella'. I did not become a person until I ran off with Ted; by then, it didn't matter.
84 (He) House/HP xover (3/3)
Harry came back to get his leg cast off two months later, and Dr. Chase was on clinic duty.
“Hello, Dr. Chase,” Harry blushed.
Smiling, Robbie escorted him to the room where the cast saws were kept.
“I'll take this off, then take a quick feel for any abnormalities in bone repair, then you're off.”
“Alright.”
The removal process was easy enough, and everything was fine, but when Harry went to leave, Robbie grasped his hand.
“Now...Now that you aren't a patient, would you join me for dinner?”
“A date? I guess. Where?”
“Can I have your number, I'll call when I have a better idea of when I have time off?”
Nodding, Harry wrote his number on Robbie's forearm.
85 (She) Sherlock
The Woman was wrong, Mycroft was wrong, James f**king Moriarty was wrong! How did three people who pride themselves on observation and ferreting out the truth miss the boat so badly on this one thing. For all of their insight, they missed one thing. Sherlock is no virgin. I was not the first, not even the first man. Though I am glad that Jim did not realize, or the mindgames would have taken a much more dangerous turn. Irene was wrong, though she did have some insight, we finally gave into our feelings shortly after her 'death'. Did they really think I didn't realize the trick they played?
87 (Life) House/HP xover Chase attended seminary in England, his crisis of faith likely occurred in 1995 (1/3)
Robbie Chase had been assigned to work at St. Luke's, a medium-sized church in Surrey, as a practicum for his seminary work. The priest there was getting old, and some of the leadership wanted a younger person there, given the number of teens in the area the church served.
Robbie thought the idea was strange, as most of the people he was meant to help were off at school, so he had little to do outside of school holidays. Therefore, he was surprised to find someone sitting in the back of the church when he came in at 7:30 to do some cleaning.
“Hello. Can I help you?”
The bundle of rags unfolded, showing it to be a teenage boy. The boy blinked owlishly behind thick glasses, then he replied, “Its just peaceful here. I had a bad end of term, and my family isn't sympathetic.”
Sitting down next to the boy, he asked, “What happened?”
“I was kidnapped with another boy by the man who killed my parents, the other boy died...I...he was going to be my boyfriend, he promised that we'd go on our first date on my birthday, to celebrate my ascendancy to my dad's lordship.”
Robbie was speechless. First, that someone who couldn't be more than 15 had witnessed a murder, and also, he'd never really thought about the church's stance on homosexuality. He'd been quite small when Vatican II occurred, but most of his childhood priests were a product of the old dictates. Such a frank discussion of losing a lover, even one so innocent as this, brought to light how much he chafed at this aspect of the dogma. How could such an innocent love be wrong?
89 (Work) House/HP 2/3
Harry had done what the world asked of him, and after a year or so as an Auror, decided he didn't like the job as much as he'd thought he would. He was 19 when he resigned, so he took six months to cram for qualifying tests, then applied to muggle colleges, including some in America.
When he was accepted to Princeton, he actually did a little dance. The college was in a small enough city that he wouldn't feel crowded, and the system was close enough to what he knew of the British academic systems that he wouldn't be completely lost. He had an offer for St. Andrew's, but he wanted out of the UK. Besides, there was talk of William attending, and that would just be weird, given they'd been introduced when Harry was invited to tea, but weren't really allowed to say they were friends.
All this had little to do with what had happened today, though. He was almost done with his degree, having one term left, when he had an encounter with a a car while out on his motorbike. When he woke up some from the pain meds, he squinted up at the man standing over him.
“Father Robbie?”
With a fast double-take, the man stared at him.
“Oh, I'm sorry. You look like the seminary student from the neighborhood church when I was 14.”
The woman with him, likely also a doctor, laughed, “Chase, a priest? Right...”
“I worked at St. Luke's in Surrey for about a year. I left the seminary right afterwards. There...there was a boy who confessed something that shook my belief in the church.”
The woman looked shocked, “The Catholic problems started that early?”
“It wasn't about a pedophile...”
Harry interrupted, “It was first love, but the other boy died. It is you! Small world, don't you think?”