So, that's what Susan and Edmund we're doing in Moscow

[rthstewart]

Susan!  Edmund!  Cranky!Drunk!Edmund!  Cold War Spies!  go and read snacky here now!

If you've been following, you know courtesy of me, linneasr, snacky, autumnia and snacky that

I ship Peter and a camel,
That Asim and Eustace discussed the secret while in Morocco with Mary and the camels who lust after Peter
That there were plans to go to Florida to look for alligators and New Mexico

Comments

[snacky]

as opposed to the Peter/Dalia shippers

*raises hand* Party of one!

[rthstewart]

The only OTP I've ever written. Peter + Dalia 4EVAH

[intrikate88]

I have been watching this on Twitter and my god do I need to catch up with it all, and soon. This looks better than everything probably ever.

[rthstewart]

Well that does depend on one's definition of "better" I had thought the operating principle, as of sometime today was, "the TSG AU 1952 fic where everyone lives and everyone has sex, except Edmund." But, Snacky has said Edmund is going to get laid in Greece. In which case, Morgan is catching a train out of Aslan's country to plot revenge. This also means that Meto had an idea involving Asim and sex and Charlie and the Chocolate factory.

[intrikate88]

Yes, I do believe that all fits my definition of "better". I wish I had time to grab it all and PDF it for my reader, since D*C is going to be keeping me form the computer this weekend!

[rthstewart]

Well, I keep trying to edit the entry to include metonomia's contribution, but it keeps screwing up my formatting, so go here and learn what Lucy has been up to back in England.
I expect pictures, Eustace! Photographic evidence, or it did not happen," Lucy says firmly into the scratchy transcontinental line.

[autumnia]

I think the funniest thing of all is that if you're viewing LJ pages with the basic LJ theme, the current banner at the top of the page features camels trekking through the desert.

The bit I posted on Twitter

[snacky]

So Edmund and Susan make it out of Russia and into the Ukraine, and eventually arrive in Odessa where they are met by Tebbitt, who has a cargo ship waiting to take them to Istanbul, and then on to Greece, and eventually home.

Sex ensues for Susan/Tebbitt and Edmund is left with an empty bottle of vodka, a toothless Ukranian sea captain named Vasily, and a tin of caviar.

Edmund picked morosely at the caviar and looked up at Vasily hopefully. "Any more vodka, by any chance?"

He tried to speak loudly to avoid hearing the rhythmic thumps coming from the forecabin. The lovemaking didn't affect Vasily one bit as the man was deaf.

But Edmund was nowhere near drunk enough to drown out that -- oh Aslan, no -- high pictched squeal that surely couldn't be Susan's.

It was obviously a sea gull. Or, a porpoise perhaps.

Edmund took a bite of caviar and wondered idly if there was any spare tubing on the boat with which he could devise a still and make vodka.

Because caviar wasn't helping. At all.

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[autumnia]

"Good morning

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[rthstewart]

Edmund was approaching sobriety faster than they were approaching Greece. It was a pitiful state of affairs. He slumped in a pile of lines and nets in the stern of the boat. Here, with the stench of petrol and the roar of the engines, he was at least out of the way of the very persistent and noisy reunion in the bow cabin

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[metonomia]

I don't have anything to add. I'm just going to be over here weeping at the fact that this is a crack commentfic au.

TEBBITTTTTT.