[FICATHON] Quot estis in convivio, for likeadeuce

[lareinenoire]

Title: Quot estis in convivio
Author: kerrypolka
Play: Henry IVs
Recipient: likeadeuce
Characters: Kate Percy, Harry Percy, Doll Tearsheet, Prince Hal, Falstaff, Mrs Quickly, Pistol
Warnings: Swears (including misogynist ones)
Rating: R
Notes: Modern AU (City of London, Eastcheap)
Summary: That was the problem with working with Harry Percy. For some reason, within ten

Comments

[a_t_rain]

This is so much fun! I want to see more Kate / Doll interaction!

[likeadeuce]

Oh, Kate. DO NOT GO TO THE BOAR'S HEAD IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT A STRANGER'S URINARY HABITS!

Thank you so much for writing this. I have been fascinated with the idea of Kate and Doll meeting up, and I don't think I've ever seen it before. I love that, even though this is an AU, it still hits on exactly the reasons that I was interested in the two of them in canon -- they're from completely different classes and milieus, but they're still each up against those subtle, near-invisible assumptions of privilege (which, as Kate realizes, Harry & Hal & Falstaff each embody in their own way.)

This is full of fantastic detail, and I wish I could hop on a plane and go have a drink with them. (Though I probably wouldn't want to do either of their jobs.)

Thanks so much, again. . .I love it!

[gehayi]

I like this bit the best:

"I'm going to go back and Harry is going to do a really stupid thing, and I'm going to end up doing it with him, and we both might actually end up in real proper prison, but probably not because we're rich and rich people don't go to prison, but we definitely won't get to keep our nice jobs and I'll have to sell my lovely flat in Clerkenwell and share a two-bedroom ex-council with him in Balham and I might actually say yes the next time he asks me to marry him and it'll all be disgustingly suburban and one of us will end up strangling the other over the rocket salad in Waitrose."

Doll nodded slowly. "You could just tell him to fuck off," she suggested.

"I don't think I can," Kate said. I do like Doll's practicality. And I know what Kate means--sometimes it's all but impossible to tell someone "No," because no matter how many ways you explain it, he or she doesn't want to listen. I think that's where Kate is with Harry Percy. He wants to take over that bank...to the point where he doesn't care about all

[speak_me_fair]

Oh, this was lovely. Just pure glee at all of it -- Kate surrounded by either optimistic or vaguely demented TMI on all counts (you know things are bad when even the Boar's Head is not an escape plan) -- and of course it's Coutts' that Harry thinks he could take over JUST LIKE THAT. Of course it is. How is this her life...

I have to confess that while I loved all the terrible, useless things the boys were capable of (and they are boys, even fat Jack, unfortunately for Kate) my absolutely favourite moment was the casual mention of Hal as a Formula One driver. It was so random and so gloriously perfect.

Kate's image of her life-to-be was so blissfully privileged that it made me genuinely laugh (we'll be broke! But go to Waitrose and buy rocket salad! OH KATE). *still giggling* that was one of the best throwaway moments of a financially privileged upbringing I have ever seen.

Wonderful!

[lareinenoire]

So I loved basically everything about this fic (Hotspur taking over a bank! Naked!Hal playing darts! Doll Tearsheet being MADE OF WIN) but it was this bit that really had me keeled over from laughter:

Kate rested her head on her hand. "No, thank you. I've got to go back, I think." She breathed. "I'm going to go back and Harry is going to do a really stupid thing, and I'm going to end up doing it with him, and we both might actually end up in real proper prison, but probably not because we're rich and rich people don't go to prison, but we definitely won't get to keep out nice jobs and I'll have to sell my lovely flat in Clerkenwell and share a two-bedroom ex-council with him in Balham and I might actually say yes the next time he asks me to marry him and it'll all be disgustingly suburban and one of us will end up strangling the other over the rocket salad in Waitrose."

OH, KATE. You've just got them perfectly.