Damn!

Jan 09, 2007 04:00

I had a B7y dream.

It had some of the best ideas in the world ever. And really, really cool model shots with inventively placed suns and Cally running about with a gun a lot.

The best bit was Blake and Travis 2 preparing for a duel (but it was totally different from, well, Duel)--Trav 2, in his infinite Cockney Nutjob craziness, had sent Blake an invite--they were to fight on a grungy old factory lot. Or then it could've been the combo of an old abandoned factory and an aircraft carrier, but anyway, it was the sort of "big miserable old factory that's good for drama in any 70's show ever" and before B7 even thought of using one in DeathWatch.

I've overdosed on Dumas the Elder and Younger and it shows: Blake was standing on some maintenance stair/rail/whatever thing one floor above Travis 2, who was bitching underneath, and they spent an hour just mocking each other in witty verse. No, srsly. PROPER hardcore old-fashioned duel, this.

Although the bitchier the word-duelling got, the dodgier Travis 2 became and revealed some incredibly twisted perversions he had for Blake, not the Sekritly In Love sort but more of the "things I'll do with your rotting corpse" sort and Blake decided to fuck off. I can't remember if Trav 2 st stomped his foot, but he had a nyarrghing fit and stormed off in a huff.

Ok, yeah, dull ending but the mockery was worth it. I wish I could remember it, but of course I can't. It'd be ficz0rz time if I did. The Mole just suggested that it could've ended with one of them being shot by their own seconds just out of ennui. Or crap and punny rhymes, either way works. Thank goodness Blake didn't take Avon down with him, then.

blake's 7, dreams

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