<![CDATA[Drunkard's Walk Forums - Bob's Other Fan Writing]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/ Mon, 11 May 2026 10:17:54 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA["Ukyou and Tora"]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1122 Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:50:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1122 Bulwer-Lytton contest. Sadly, it didn't win. I'm reposting it here as a result of the Ushio and Tora thread up in
General/General. Unfortunately, you need to be at least marginally familiar with the first couple episodes of the series for this to make much sense.


Quote: Ukyou unshouldered the giant spatula and lept into the fray, its violent swings dispatching fish and insect monsters left and right. Her ankle-length
mahogany hair swirled around her like tendrils of smoke as she launched herself at the ugly apparitions.

"You're not bad with that thing, kid," said the huge, tiger-like creature at her side, "but get more than 3 feet away from it, and
I'm going to eat you."

"Shut up, Tora!" Ukyou yelled as she clanged the battlespat over the orange monster's huge head.
Damn, she thought, I should have left him down there in the cellar under Dad's restaurant, pinned to the wall with this stupid spatula. Who'd've
thought those family fairy tales were true? Who ever heard of a magical spatula powered by the human soul?

-- From episode 1 of "Ukyou and Tora"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> Bulwer-Lytton contest. Sadly, it didn't win. I'm reposting it here as a result of the Ushio and Tora thread up in
General/General. Unfortunately, you need to be at least marginally familiar with the first couple episodes of the series for this to make much sense.


Quote: Ukyou unshouldered the giant spatula and lept into the fray, its violent swings dispatching fish and insect monsters left and right. Her ankle-length
mahogany hair swirled around her like tendrils of smoke as she launched herself at the ugly apparitions.

"You're not bad with that thing, kid," said the huge, tiger-like creature at her side, "but get more than 3 feet away from it, and
I'm going to eat you."

"Shut up, Tora!" Ukyou yelled as she clanged the battlespat over the orange monster's huge head.
Damn, she thought, I should have left him down there in the cellar under Dad's restaurant, pinned to the wall with this stupid spatula. Who'd've
thought those family fairy tales were true? Who ever heard of a magical spatula powered by the human soul?

-- From episode 1 of "Ukyou and Tora"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> <![CDATA[It Just Occurred To Me...]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1121 Tue, 24 Jun 2008 13:09:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1121
In just a couple more months, it'll be ten years since the first part of Drunkard's Walk as well.

Whew.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]>
In just a couple more months, it'll be ten years since the first part of Drunkard's Walk as well.

Whew.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> <![CDATA[A Potter bunny has seized me...]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1120 Tue, 17 Jun 2008 18:53:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1120 "Two Sides Of The Same Coin". The first part is already written, and if I can complete it to my satisfaction, I'll be posting it. If I can't,
I'll post the idea and the completed portion for someone to grab and complete if they want.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> "Two Sides Of The Same Coin". The first part is already written, and if I can complete it to my satisfaction, I'll be posting it. If I can't,
I'll post the idea and the completed portion for someone to grab and complete if they want.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> <![CDATA[A bit of Harry Potter]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1114 Sun, 01 Apr 2007 07:51:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1114
The Fulfillment of Prophecy

by Robert M. Schroeck

Harry Potter stood in a pool of Voldemort's cooling blood,
staring intently at the Minister of Magic. In his left hand he
still held his broomstick like a scepter, a faint haze of golden
energy still wafting from the upraised bristles. Over his open
right hand a quaffle floated, cloaked in a faint white glow. A
golden snitch and a pair of bludgers obediently orbited his body.

At his feet lay the twisted, broken corpse of the so-called Dark
Lord. Its eyes were still wide with the terror Tom Riddle had
felt as death finally took him. To the side, Severus Snape lay
on the floor curled into a foetal ball, gibbering mindlessly.

Behind Harry stood the forces of Potter's Army, a hundred and
more young witches and wizards in their invisibility cloaks, all
taught by him, all wielding magicks the like of which none had
ever seen before. Each one was blooded in battle. Each one was
a fanatic. At their head stood the most fanatic of all, Harry's
five lieutenants -- Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley,
Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood -- their eyes all aglow
with the devotion they held for the man who now faced the
government of Wizarding England with a confidence and power that
was palpable.

In the moment of silence, one could hear the roars of the great
wyrms that had carried them to battle and which now circled the
building.

"Now, see here, Potter..." the Minister began, his blustering
tone at odds with the half-cower his body kept trying to slip
into.

"No," Harry interrupted, and his voice held the force of a
stunning charm, all but knocking the Minister off his feet.
"*You* will see." He turned slowly in place, his implacable gaze
sweeping the gathered members of the Wizangamot, the few
surviving Death Eaters, and those of the press who had forced
their way in to the scene of his final triumph. "You will *all*
see."

He turned back to the Minister, and raised the broomstick to
point at him with its bristles. "I am taking control now. You
will cede all governance to me."

*So this is what it has come to,* Minerva McGonagall thought
despondently as Potter's Army began a chant of "Boy-Who-Lived!
Boy-Who-Lived!" *Fifty generations and more we have guided the
Wizarding World, urging the strong to breed with the strong,
culling and training them with the Game, in the hopes of creating
the ultimate wizard. But all our seers agreed -- he was not to
be born for another century! Damn Lily Evans for her
disobedience!*

Minerva was snapped back to awareness of the events around her by
a sudden silence, and upbraided herself for woolgathering. She
must have missed something critical in her distraction -- the
Minister and the assembled members of the Wizengamot were now
kneeling to Harry, who stood unharmed in a pillar of golden fire.

Outrage filled her, and for a moment she forgot the danger as
old reflexes took hold. "Mister Potter!" she snapped before
she regained control of herself.

He turned his eyes, themselves blazing with golden light, upon
her. "You object, Professor? He who can destroy a thing,
controls a thing. And with one word, I can destroy all of
England's magic. Who better to rule these sheep and
incompetents?" She tore her eyes away from his, and he smiled,
shifting his attention again to the room at large. "I am tired of
the petty conflicts that wrack our world, and I say, No more! No
more pureblood, no more half-blood, no more muggle-born! We are
all *wizards,* no more, no less. The prejudices of the old days
will be dispensed with. This I decree, this I *will* make so."
His blazing eyes narrowed as he smiled slyly. "Starting with
those who supported the corpse at my feet."

He raised the broom, then slammed the end of its handle upon the
stone floor. A ripple of crimson light erupted from the point
where it struck and expanded to race outward across the room and
through the walls. Minerva flinched and cringed, humiliated and
angry at herself for her reaction, as it flowed over and through
her.

Where the red light passed, witches and wizards died. The
surviving Death Eaters screamed and burst into flame to a man, as
did Snape and far more members of the Wizengamot and the press
than Minerva had expected. *The Arcane Mother will be furious to
learn how poor our intelligence was after all,* she mused
absently as she felt the beginnings of a compulsion spell
creeping over her. *We had thought that we controlled the...
the...*

To her sudden horror, she realized that there was something
there, some concept that she had been familiar with, had
discussed and mused over on a daily basis, that she could no
longer even *think*. She desperately wracked her brains, for she
knew in her bones that it was important to the Sisterhood, this
concept which eluded her. What was it about those who had died?
The only thing that they had in common was that they had all been
members of families of long standing in the Wizarding World,
families who had produced continuous lines of wizards for
centuries. But there was nothing special about that...

"And so it is done," Potter announced imperiously. "The old
prejudices are gone."

*What *is* he babbling about?* Minerva thought angrily as she
grasped vainly for a concept she was certain she had known only
minutes before, but whose very *existence* had been purged from
her mind and the mind of every witch and wizard in England.

So distracted was she that Minerva barely noticed as Ginny
Weasley stepped forward from the rank of Lieutenants.

"And how can he do this?" Ginny asked rhetorically, her clear
soprano voice echoing throughout the Great Hall and somehow
overwhelming the panicked murmurs of the onlookers. "Because he
*is* the Quidditch Haderach!"

FIN

My apologies to J.K. Rowling and the estate of Frank Herbert.

Happy April Fool's Day!

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.]]>
The Fulfillment of Prophecy

by Robert M. Schroeck

Harry Potter stood in a pool of Voldemort's cooling blood,
staring intently at the Minister of Magic. In his left hand he
still held his broomstick like a scepter, a faint haze of golden
energy still wafting from the upraised bristles. Over his open
right hand a quaffle floated, cloaked in a faint white glow. A
golden snitch and a pair of bludgers obediently orbited his body.

At his feet lay the twisted, broken corpse of the so-called Dark
Lord. Its eyes were still wide with the terror Tom Riddle had
felt as death finally took him. To the side, Severus Snape lay
on the floor curled into a foetal ball, gibbering mindlessly.

Behind Harry stood the forces of Potter's Army, a hundred and
more young witches and wizards in their invisibility cloaks, all
taught by him, all wielding magicks the like of which none had
ever seen before. Each one was blooded in battle. Each one was
a fanatic. At their head stood the most fanatic of all, Harry's
five lieutenants -- Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley,
Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood -- their eyes all aglow
with the devotion they held for the man who now faced the
government of Wizarding England with a confidence and power that
was palpable.

In the moment of silence, one could hear the roars of the great
wyrms that had carried them to battle and which now circled the
building.

"Now, see here, Potter..." the Minister began, his blustering
tone at odds with the half-cower his body kept trying to slip
into.

"No," Harry interrupted, and his voice held the force of a
stunning charm, all but knocking the Minister off his feet.
"*You* will see." He turned slowly in place, his implacable gaze
sweeping the gathered members of the Wizangamot, the few
surviving Death Eaters, and those of the press who had forced
their way in to the scene of his final triumph. "You will *all*
see."

He turned back to the Minister, and raised the broomstick to
point at him with its bristles. "I am taking control now. You
will cede all governance to me."

*So this is what it has come to,* Minerva McGonagall thought
despondently as Potter's Army began a chant of "Boy-Who-Lived!
Boy-Who-Lived!" *Fifty generations and more we have guided the
Wizarding World, urging the strong to breed with the strong,
culling and training them with the Game, in the hopes of creating
the ultimate wizard. But all our seers agreed -- he was not to
be born for another century! Damn Lily Evans for her
disobedience!*

Minerva was snapped back to awareness of the events around her by
a sudden silence, and upbraided herself for woolgathering. She
must have missed something critical in her distraction -- the
Minister and the assembled members of the Wizengamot were now
kneeling to Harry, who stood unharmed in a pillar of golden fire.

Outrage filled her, and for a moment she forgot the danger as
old reflexes took hold. "Mister Potter!" she snapped before
she regained control of herself.

He turned his eyes, themselves blazing with golden light, upon
her. "You object, Professor? He who can destroy a thing,
controls a thing. And with one word, I can destroy all of
England's magic. Who better to rule these sheep and
incompetents?" She tore her eyes away from his, and he smiled,
shifting his attention again to the room at large. "I am tired of
the petty conflicts that wrack our world, and I say, No more! No
more pureblood, no more half-blood, no more muggle-born! We are
all *wizards,* no more, no less. The prejudices of the old days
will be dispensed with. This I decree, this I *will* make so."
His blazing eyes narrowed as he smiled slyly. "Starting with
those who supported the corpse at my feet."

He raised the broom, then slammed the end of its handle upon the
stone floor. A ripple of crimson light erupted from the point
where it struck and expanded to race outward across the room and
through the walls. Minerva flinched and cringed, humiliated and
angry at herself for her reaction, as it flowed over and through
her.

Where the red light passed, witches and wizards died. The
surviving Death Eaters screamed and burst into flame to a man, as
did Snape and far more members of the Wizengamot and the press
than Minerva had expected. *The Arcane Mother will be furious to
learn how poor our intelligence was after all,* she mused
absently as she felt the beginnings of a compulsion spell
creeping over her. *We had thought that we controlled the...
the...*

To her sudden horror, she realized that there was something
there, some concept that she had been familiar with, had
discussed and mused over on a daily basis, that she could no
longer even *think*. She desperately wracked her brains, for she
knew in her bones that it was important to the Sisterhood, this
concept which eluded her. What was it about those who had died?
The only thing that they had in common was that they had all been
members of families of long standing in the Wizarding World,
families who had produced continuous lines of wizards for
centuries. But there was nothing special about that...

"And so it is done," Potter announced imperiously. "The old
prejudices are gone."

*What *is* he babbling about?* Minerva thought angrily as she
grasped vainly for a concept she was certain she had known only
minutes before, but whose very *existence* had been purged from
her mind and the mind of every witch and wizard in England.

So distracted was she that Minerva barely noticed as Ginny
Weasley stepped forward from the rank of Lieutenants.

"And how can he do this?" Ginny asked rhetorically, her clear
soprano voice echoing throughout the Great Hall and somehow
overwhelming the panicked murmurs of the onlookers. "Because he
*is* the Quidditch Haderach!"

FIN

My apologies to J.K. Rowling and the estate of Frank Herbert.

Happy April Fool's Day!

-- Bob
---------
The Internet Is For Norns.]]> <![CDATA[A Teaser of Sorts...]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1116 Sun, 27 Aug 2006 22:14:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1116
Once upon a time, a beautiful witch left her magical world to
marry an ordinary, non-magical man. He was a devoted, hard-
working husband and loved her very much, and she him, and so she
broke the rules of her magical world by showing him that she was
a witch. He didn't like it, at first. Nor did he like most of
his in-laws, once he learned of them. But he coped, and he
adapted, because he loved his wife.

And they had many many happy -- and magical -- years together.In
time, their marriage was blessed and the witch had a daughter.
She was a special little girl and a witch like her mother, as her
parents learned soon enough.

The little witch girl grew up in the non-magical world, although
she knew of her magical relatives, and she learned well how to
use her powers. And unlike some of her mother's family, she
never thought ill of the non-magical people among whom she had
grown up.

Then, in 1995, she learned from her mother that she had a distant
cousin, a boy who was as magical as she, and that he needed help
against an overwhelmingly powerful foe. He could use family,
however distant, at his side, she said. His own parents were
dead, she added, and he had been treated badly by the non-magical
relatives who had given him shelter in his youth. He needed to
be shown what *true* family was like. And another witch to help
fight the so-called "Dark Lord" certainly couldn't hurt.

The young witch thought about what her mother had told her, and the
suggestions she had made. She spent a day and a night consulting
her other magical friends and relatives, getting their insights and
hearing their opinions. And in the morning she made her decision.
Which was how it came to be, a week later, that Tabitha Stevens
arrived in England, seeking her cousin, Harry Potter.

LOON 'N' TOON PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
A TEASER/SEED:
HARRY POTTER AND THE CALIFORNIA BLONDE
I did a bit of research after writing this; as far as I can tell with Google, there are only two Harry Potter/Bewitched crossovers in existence on the whole of the Web: Mischievously Yours by "featherxquill" and Tabitha Stevens in Hogwarts by "scholcomp25"

Both are terribly short, but the first is quite nicely done; the second, however, is an abandoned prologue and rather ineptly written at that.

The lack of crossovers between these two sources strikes me as quite odd -- they are quite compatible, and you would think more people would think to write crossovers between them.

Anyway, as it's unlikely that I'll get to this as a serious project any time soon, anyone who wants to take the idea and run with it is welcome to. Some background information to save a bit of effort: Tabitha was born in 1965; she has a younger brother, Adam, who was born around 1972 and would be considered a squib. Her family clearly specializes in wandless magic. If I were to pursue this myself, I would ignore the 1977 television series "Tabitha", if only because it's horribly out of continuity with Bewitched -- it has a 20-something Tabitha when she should be no more than 15 years old at that point -- except inasfar as I like the idea of Tabitha looking like Lisa Hartman Black.

Ideas I was considering:

Samantha herself not playing a big role because she is home attending an ill or dying Darren (parallelling both actors who played him)
Endora as a closet Death Eater, or sympathetic but apart because Voldemort is tacky
Doctor Bombay and Poppy Pomfrey having a rather... tumultuous... history
Uncle Arthur and Snape in a snark-off
Cho, Hermione and Ginny suddenly very jealous of the beautiful blonde woman who is spending way too much time with Harry.

Things like that. -- Bob

Edit:  Finally got around to fixing the wrap issue that Yuku caused oh so many years ago.  And of course, since this was originally posted there have been other Potter/Bewitched crosses.  Still, I want to finish this one someday.  And correct it, since Tabitha is a Connecticut girl, not a California girl.  At least she is if we're ignoring the Tabitha "sequel" series.  Which we are.

-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...]]>
Once upon a time, a beautiful witch left her magical world to
marry an ordinary, non-magical man. He was a devoted, hard-
working husband and loved her very much, and she him, and so she
broke the rules of her magical world by showing him that she was
a witch. He didn't like it, at first. Nor did he like most of
his in-laws, once he learned of them. But he coped, and he
adapted, because he loved his wife.

And they had many many happy -- and magical -- years together.In
time, their marriage was blessed and the witch had a daughter.
She was a special little girl and a witch like her mother, as her
parents learned soon enough.

The little witch girl grew up in the non-magical world, although
she knew of her magical relatives, and she learned well how to
use her powers. And unlike some of her mother's family, she
never thought ill of the non-magical people among whom she had
grown up.

Then, in 1995, she learned from her mother that she had a distant
cousin, a boy who was as magical as she, and that he needed help
against an overwhelmingly powerful foe. He could use family,
however distant, at his side, she said. His own parents were
dead, she added, and he had been treated badly by the non-magical
relatives who had given him shelter in his youth. He needed to
be shown what *true* family was like. And another witch to help
fight the so-called "Dark Lord" certainly couldn't hurt.

The young witch thought about what her mother had told her, and the
suggestions she had made. She spent a day and a night consulting
her other magical friends and relatives, getting their insights and
hearing their opinions. And in the morning she made her decision.
Which was how it came to be, a week later, that Tabitha Stevens
arrived in England, seeking her cousin, Harry Potter.

LOON 'N' TOON PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
A TEASER/SEED:
HARRY POTTER AND THE CALIFORNIA BLONDE
I did a bit of research after writing this; as far as I can tell with Google, there are only two Harry Potter/Bewitched crossovers in existence on the whole of the Web: Mischievously Yours by "featherxquill" and Tabitha Stevens in Hogwarts by "scholcomp25"

Both are terribly short, but the first is quite nicely done; the second, however, is an abandoned prologue and rather ineptly written at that.

The lack of crossovers between these two sources strikes me as quite odd -- they are quite compatible, and you would think more people would think to write crossovers between them.

Anyway, as it's unlikely that I'll get to this as a serious project any time soon, anyone who wants to take the idea and run with it is welcome to. Some background information to save a bit of effort: Tabitha was born in 1965; she has a younger brother, Adam, who was born around 1972 and would be considered a squib. Her family clearly specializes in wandless magic. If I were to pursue this myself, I would ignore the 1977 television series "Tabitha", if only because it's horribly out of continuity with Bewitched -- it has a 20-something Tabitha when she should be no more than 15 years old at that point -- except inasfar as I like the idea of Tabitha looking like Lisa Hartman Black.

Ideas I was considering:

Samantha herself not playing a big role because she is home attending an ill or dying Darren (parallelling both actors who played him)
Endora as a closet Death Eater, or sympathetic but apart because Voldemort is tacky
Doctor Bombay and Poppy Pomfrey having a rather... tumultuous... history
Uncle Arthur and Snape in a snark-off
Cho, Hermione and Ginny suddenly very jealous of the beautiful blonde woman who is spending way too much time with Harry.

Things like that. -- Bob

Edit:  Finally got around to fixing the wrap issue that Yuku caused oh so many years ago.  And of course, since this was originally posted there have been other Potter/Bewitched crosses.  Still, I want to finish this one someday.  And correct it, since Tabitha is a Connecticut girl, not a California girl.  At least she is if we're ignoring the Tabitha "sequel" series.  Which we are.

-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...]]> <![CDATA[Another Silly Fic Idea]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1115 Thu, 19 Feb 2004 16:56:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1115 Revolutionary Girl Shinobu
Set at or near the beginning of Love Hina (at least initially).
Shinobu Maehara falls asleep in front of the TV at Hinata-sou, which has been running episodes of Revolutionary Girl Utena. She dreams of entering the story, casting herself as Utena and Keitaro as "The Rose Groom". In order to protect the poor, abused Rose Groom from the Hinata Academy Student Council, she must enter the mysterious Tournament.
I'm still working on correspondences for the Hina crew, but a couple are obvious:
Grandma is End of the World, although she makes for a poor Akio Ohtori.
Motoko as Saionji
Naru as Touga, with her little sister Mei as Nanami
Su as Miki
Which leaves Kitsune or Mutsume as Juri, which just doesn't really work; maybe Kitsune should be Touga (since they're both manipulators and con artists)...
And of course, Shinobu's mystery Princess is... um...
This could get real weird. Better correspondences could be gotten by giving Keitaro the Utena role (the Prince becomes the Promise Girl, for instance), but the idea came from the thought that Shinobu and Utena are almost the same age, and that Shinobu would look cute in Utena's uniform. Besides, that way gives us the classic "cute shy girl dreams herself a hero" setup.
Like I said, anyone wanting to take this and make something of it is welcome to.


-- Bob
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There is no spork.]]> Revolutionary Girl Shinobu
Set at or near the beginning of Love Hina (at least initially).
Shinobu Maehara falls asleep in front of the TV at Hinata-sou, which has been running episodes of Revolutionary Girl Utena. She dreams of entering the story, casting herself as Utena and Keitaro as "The Rose Groom". In order to protect the poor, abused Rose Groom from the Hinata Academy Student Council, she must enter the mysterious Tournament.
I'm still working on correspondences for the Hina crew, but a couple are obvious:
Grandma is End of the World, although she makes for a poor Akio Ohtori.
Motoko as Saionji
Naru as Touga, with her little sister Mei as Nanami
Su as Miki
Which leaves Kitsune or Mutsume as Juri, which just doesn't really work; maybe Kitsune should be Touga (since they're both manipulators and con artists)...
And of course, Shinobu's mystery Princess is... um...
This could get real weird. Better correspondences could be gotten by giving Keitaro the Utena role (the Prince becomes the Promise Girl, for instance), but the idea came from the thought that Shinobu and Utena are almost the same age, and that Shinobu would look cute in Utena's uniform. Besides, that way gives us the classic "cute shy girl dreams herself a hero" setup.
Like I said, anyone wanting to take this and make something of it is welcome to.


-- Bob
---------
There is no spork.]]> <![CDATA[My Other Fan Writing]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1118 Sat, 09 Aug 2003 03:39:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1118 DW fanfic writing, almost all of which can be found on my Miscellanea page.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> DW fanfic writing, almost all of which can be found on my Miscellanea page.
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> <![CDATA[Silly Fic Idea]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1117 Wed, 23 Jul 2003 14:10:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1117 In any case, maudlin reminiscing aside, the show was a very good production. One wild, daring act of casting: a girl with a voice like Didi Conn was playing Snoopy, and did a fantastic job. They didn't hide the fact she was female, and had changed all the relevant pronouns in the script to "she" and "her" -- this was most explicitly an alternate Peanuts universe where Snoopy was female. This didn't change much except... well, Snoopy has always been mildly flirty with the girls in the strip and to a lesser degree in the play; however, in this production, the flirtiness got aimed at the male characters, which was just a little... odd, until you got used to it.
Anyway, if you're in the Princeton NJ area, and it's still running when you read this, consider going to see the show. Tell'em a friend of Clark's sent you.
Anyway, on to the titular fic idea. This came less from the play than from one of the prop/set pieces -- Lucy's psychiatry booth. I remembered a scene from one of the cartoons, where a coin was dropped in her jar, and she spent several minutes shaking it and rhapsodizing on the money and the sound it made... and I thought, "you know, that's so very Nabiki."
I thought about it for much of the first act, then discussed the idea with Peg at intermission. We argued a bit over the implementation (Peggy retracting her objections to one of my suggestions when she saw the number "Suppertime"), and kept discussing it for a couple days afterward. I think the idea's settled down enough that I can throw this little teaser/concept up on the board for everyone's amusement.
You're A Good Man, Ryoga Brown
by Clark Gesner and Rumiko Takahashi
Dramatis Personae:
Ryoga Brown
Nabiki Van Pelt
Tatewaki Van Pelt
Peppermint Ukyou
Mousse Schroeder
Featuring Ranma Saotome as Snoopy, and "Ranko" Saotome as The Little Red-Headed Girl.
See Ryoga get depressed and go to Nabiki for advice.
See Nabiki plan to make enough money to buy herself a queendom.
See Tatewaki attempt to live without his bokken and fail miserably.
See Ranma cower in fear at the sight of the cat next door.
Thrill to such immortal dialogue as Peppermint Ukyou's "We had okonomiyaki at our house three times this week!" and Nabiki's "My aunt Marion was right. Never discuss marriage with a magician!"
Don't miss songs like Ryoga's "The Fight Song", Tatewaki's "My Bokken and Me", Ranma's big number "Suppertime", and the classic ensemble piece "Martial Arts is..."
Coming soon to an anime-Broadway martial arts fusion theatre near you.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> In any case, maudlin reminiscing aside, the show was a very good production. One wild, daring act of casting: a girl with a voice like Didi Conn was playing Snoopy, and did a fantastic job. They didn't hide the fact she was female, and had changed all the relevant pronouns in the script to "she" and "her" -- this was most explicitly an alternate Peanuts universe where Snoopy was female. This didn't change much except... well, Snoopy has always been mildly flirty with the girls in the strip and to a lesser degree in the play; however, in this production, the flirtiness got aimed at the male characters, which was just a little... odd, until you got used to it.
Anyway, if you're in the Princeton NJ area, and it's still running when you read this, consider going to see the show. Tell'em a friend of Clark's sent you.
Anyway, on to the titular fic idea. This came less from the play than from one of the prop/set pieces -- Lucy's psychiatry booth. I remembered a scene from one of the cartoons, where a coin was dropped in her jar, and she spent several minutes shaking it and rhapsodizing on the money and the sound it made... and I thought, "you know, that's so very Nabiki."
I thought about it for much of the first act, then discussed the idea with Peg at intermission. We argued a bit over the implementation (Peggy retracting her objections to one of my suggestions when she saw the number "Suppertime"), and kept discussing it for a couple days afterward. I think the idea's settled down enough that I can throw this little teaser/concept up on the board for everyone's amusement.
You're A Good Man, Ryoga Brown
by Clark Gesner and Rumiko Takahashi
Dramatis Personae:
Ryoga Brown
Nabiki Van Pelt
Tatewaki Van Pelt
Peppermint Ukyou
Mousse Schroeder
Featuring Ranma Saotome as Snoopy, and "Ranko" Saotome as The Little Red-Headed Girl.
See Ryoga get depressed and go to Nabiki for advice.
See Nabiki plan to make enough money to buy herself a queendom.
See Tatewaki attempt to live without his bokken and fail miserably.
See Ranma cower in fear at the sight of the cat next door.
Thrill to such immortal dialogue as Peppermint Ukyou's "We had okonomiyaki at our house three times this week!" and Nabiki's "My aunt Marion was right. Never discuss marriage with a magician!"
Don't miss songs like Ryoga's "The Fight Song", Tatewaki's "My Bokken and Me", Ranma's big number "Suppertime", and the classic ensemble piece "Martial Arts is..."
Coming soon to an anime-Broadway martial arts fusion theatre near you.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> <![CDATA[The Ur-Magical Girl]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1119 Mon, 21 Oct 2002 18:58:00 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=1119 Sailor Moon this weekend, I realized that there is an American prototype for the transforming, short-shirted, magically-powered (pre-)teen girl hero, and she was first published sixty or more years ago: Mary Marvel, from Fawcett Comics (later DC when they bought the Fawcett line). With the Crisis on the Infinite Earths back in the 80s, Earth-S was incorporated into the single generic DC Earth, and the Marvels became part of the continuity, and as such were updated to the current time period. Which led me to wonder... how about a crossover fic sending Mary Batson/Marvel to Juuban? Five ranged weapons and one close-in brawler who's almost on Superman's level... might be fun.
More on this as it develops.


-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]> Sailor Moon this weekend, I realized that there is an American prototype for the transforming, short-shirted, magically-powered (pre-)teen girl hero, and she was first published sixty or more years ago: Mary Marvel, from Fawcett Comics (later DC when they bought the Fawcett line). With the Crisis on the Infinite Earths back in the 80s, Earth-S was incorporated into the single generic DC Earth, and the Marvels became part of the continuity, and as such were updated to the current time period. Which led me to wonder... how about a crossover fic sending Mary Batson/Marvel to Juuban? Five ranged weapons and one close-in brawler who's almost on Superman's level... might be fun.
More on this as it develops.


-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.]]>