A Lupercalia Thing (2/6)

[jlrpuck_fic]

Title: A Lupercalia Thing (2/6)
Rating: T
Author: jlrpuck
Characters: Rose Tyler; Peter Carlisle
Disclaimer: Characters from Doctor Who and Blackpool are the property of BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect. No personal profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary: Peter and Rose celebrate Lupercalia-

Comments

[liber_noctuae]

I think my hunch about plot possibilities on Monday paid off ;) I think that Peter and Rose, despite their affrontery, quite enjoy the idea of saying and doing slightly naughty things in public. Interesting turn about in reactions to childhood memories, but as always they're there for the other, and now they finally have someone to properly share the holiday with.

I'll agree with arizona in saying that Pete and Jackie's reaction to a fertility god in their doorway would be hilarious.

Oh, and this : reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmetic.
*mind wanders* guh.

[jlrpuck_fic]

I think that Peter and Rose, despite their affrontery, quite enjoy the idea of saying and doing slightly naughty things in public

I think Peter definitely enjoys it--and he's absolutely enjoying being able to do it with someone who loves and respects him.

*mind wanders* guh.

Mmmm. All of those r's....

[glorious_clio]

Ha! I'm loving this story.

[jlrpuck_fic]

I'm glad to hear it!

[wildwinterwitch]

Rose blinked, taken aback by Peter’s casual and humorous frankness.

This sums them up so nicely in this fic.

I love the atmosphere you've created, the depth you've given the festival.

[jlrpuck_fic]

I love the atmosphere you've created, the depth you've given the festival.

Thank you! I enjoyed researching the festival--but even more, I enjoyed tinkering with it!

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[principia]

Rose had listened to the revellers for years now, the festival-well, part of it-occurring practically below her flat.

And every year being a reminder of the fact that she was still alone. Poor Rose!

The year before, she’d finally worked up the courage to watch from her small balcony...

For once she could probably do something like just hang out and not be the primary focus of press attention.

Peter’s eyes were scanning the crowds-a policeman through-and-through-and she squeezed his hand.

Naebody's getting to his Rose! :D

He looked surprised, but pleased, at the display of affection, and she couldn’t resist doing it again before laughingly leading him still further into the crowd.

PDAs for the win!

Come midnight, the jars would be collected, a single name drawn from a black jar-and thus would begin the cycle of drawing names to determine who would be one’s “sweetheart” for the following year.You've mentioned that you had to do tons of research for this fic; was this something from the original holiday, or is this your own

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[jlrpuck_fic]

And every year being a reminder of the fact that she was still alone. Poor Rose!

She and Peter both *sigh*

Naebody's getting to his Rose! :D

He’s definitely on zanzare watch.

You've mentioned that you had to do tons of research for this fic; was this something from the original holiday, or is this your own invention? It's ingenious!

Um...well, partners *were* chosen during the original Lupercalia, but it was done by the priests outright. So I extrapolated a modern way of doing that with less religious overtone, and came up with the jars. So-thank you :)

Not really much different from the arranged marriages that were still common at the time this festival was resurrected.

Exactly.

Oh, for the days of little Snoopy valentines and candy hearts.

Seriously.

They're either with her family (e.g., the multiply-mentioned Cousin Mo), or on the TARDIS with the Doctor along with other keepsakes. Or perhaps given back to the original giver as a memento?

I’ll say they were given back to the original giver.

Poor Rose! I wonder, has she

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[principia]

Rose was astonished by how bawdy it was, the man running around with what had to be three pairs of socks and a courgette in his trousers, the woman running away from him in delighted glee, her breasts practically spilling out of her dress.

Very Commedia dell'Arte.

“But-but…” Rose found herself speechless, trying to imagine what would happen if the same play were performed at home.

Outside of the Edinburgh Festival or the Tate Modern? Much tutting at the very least.

But it was odd to have him mention it so casually outside, in public.

Clearly she needs to get mulled wine into him more often!

And then, when she least expected it, he leaned in and stole a kiss.

And so it begins...

“It’s about love, Rose. About finding a mate for life, and celebrating that.”

Her heart was racing in her chest at Peter’s words, at the quiet, intense intimacy of what he was saying as he gazed steadily at her.

Peter Carlisle always gives good spine-melting.

She didn’t miss how Peter’s face darkened like a thundercloud at whomever had done it...Don

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[jlrpuck_fic]

Very Commedia dell'Arte.

Which is almost exactly what I was picturing when I wrote it.

Clearly she needs to get mulled wine into him more often!

Drunk, randy Peter is...quite something to behold.

And so it begins...

*g*

Peter Carlisle always gives good spine-melting.

Yes. Yes, he is.

Is it meant to be a particular type of flower?

I suspected you might ask this question...and yet I’ve still been unable to come up with a good answer!

This is really the first time Peter's ever gotten to celebrate a proper Lupercalia, fully in the spirit of the festival, isn't it?

As a proper adult, yes. He and Annie certainly celebrated it, the year they were together-but not like this.

FOOM!

(That would be my brain catching on fire.)

*pulls the pin on the fire extinguisher*

Splitting the fic up like this is a very effective way to convey the slow build-up of tension for the reader in form as well as in words. Good choices!

Thank you!

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[principia]

He and Annie certainly celebrated it, the year they were together-but not like this.

Maybe he brought her flowers? Annie seems a little dignified for the full-bore experience.