bring your fandom home with you week!

I am pondering werewolf!Pevensies again.

*thoughtful* Not for any particular reason, just, you know, werewolf!Pevensies. Especially this scene, the first one.

Also the fact that I'm turning over both incarnations of the werewolf!Pevensies for original fic considerations. (I am also debating writing, like, the high fantasy version of The Unit, a.k.a. my favorite show ever, except for the part where I don't have a plot. If I actually sat down and thought about it, though, I could probably come up with at least the bones of one fairly quickly.)

In other news, I feel it should be Bring Your Fandom Home With You Week. (I am only exaggerating things a little bit.) Although to be strict about it and tie it back into my town's drama more, Miraz shouldn't be the local hay magnate. Miraz should be the cityslicker coastie businessman who wants to bring wind power to the town, a plan about which the residents are not pleased, especially since he wants to buy the Pevensie property out from under them in order to set up the wind turbines. (And of course Caspian thinks he's just getting into a friendly debate when he starts flirting with Susan in the coffeeshop; he doesn't realize that for her, it's personal.)

You know. Not that this is part of my town's drama or anything. In Ellensburg, though, it just can't be linked to a specific person. (Unless it's the governor, Jesus Christ, way to overrule the entire county when it says "NO WIND FARMS PLEASE.")

(You know, occasionally I get it hammered into my head that I really do come from a pretty rural part of the country. I mean, I have been waxing rhapsodic about it to my New Orleanian roommate -- "you've gone backpacking?" she says, wide-eyed -- but I haven't been lying, or even exaggerating all that much. People really do come to school with manure on their workboots and hay in their hair. People really do come to school after having to get up every four hours to feed the calves because the cows are birthing and one of the mothers rejected their calf. People really do come to school bitching because someone else didn't show up to help them with the haying. One of my friends really does bring her own slaughtered pork to school for lunch; she's also the one who broke her ankle tripping over her hog. And yes: people really do call the cops because the horses or cows on such-and-such a road don't look well-fed. They do so all the time.)

So! Bring Your Fandom Home With You Week! (In contrast to Bring Your Fandom to Work Day! Because, you know, to perfectly fair, there would be nothing all that interesting about bringing the Pevensies to college.) Is Uther the local hay magnate? Is Peter the crazy guy who runs Manastash Ridge five times a day? Maybe the Pevensies are that family at the edge of town with all the dogs living in makeshift doghouses on their lawn. (Confession: Finchley in the O11 AU is more or less based off my hometown, without the Mafia connections or the excessive partying. Dude. We don't have the Mafia in central Washington. As for the partying, well, I never went out, so what do I know?)

*winces*

I have a headache -- just a little one -- and my roommate is in here with one of her friends from Loyola. I want her to go so I can just zone out.

I've had the headache for about nine hours now, by the way, on and off.

Also, I am happily pondering a Narnia/Mummy crossover (The Mummy -- the first one -- is my favorite movie ever, shortly followed by Miracle; I just watched it. *hums happily*). It would work so well. *pleased* I already have -- well, not all of the sibling relationships plotted out; one has to divide the two in The Mummy into four for the Pevensies, and make Rick a Pevensie too. (Plus, you know, Pevencest, although that's actually not necessary.) But it's not too hard to figure out; you have Peter the older brother that ran off to join the French Foreign Legion, and Susan who works in the museum and tries to be so earnest and good and still take care of her younger siblings because Peter up and left, and Lucy who comes back with the key...Lucy carefully not telling Susan that she got it from Peter, of course, because they haven't seen each other in years. And Edmund's more of an Evey character than he is a Jonathan, although he has Jonathan attributes too.

And then Susan saves Peter from being hanged. Because apparently every story I write must have Peter in prison at some point now.

I think Jadis is Imhotep. And Nikabrik may be Beni? Or maybe Tumnus, if Beni isn't such a scumbag in this incarnation. I suppose Aslan could be Ardeth Bay, but I like Ardeth. (He's not Caspian; I don't know who Caspian would be in this version. He may not be here. Or he may be one of the Americans that get themselves killed.) Perhaps Ardeth is Oreius; that works.

*pleased* Wouldn't it just be bundles of fun? Narnia and The Mummy -- two of my favorite things ever!