The Bartok Quartets
May. 28th, 2012 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I have found Sherlock. I now know what he is doing in this fic. He is still finding his way home; and he is doing it through music. This is so terribly, fearfully, insanely beautiful - and I have no idea if I am capable of getting the point across.
As of my last post I cannot even decide where to set Much Ado. How can I possibly reconcile Sherlock with home? I am not even a musician. I cannot possibly relate to his character on this level.
I've been plotting this story all weekend, and I came home tonight with a perfect, guaranteed solitary opportunity to translate some of it to actual writing - and immediately found I couldn't do anything - at all - so I ate corn and watched A Scandal in Belgravia for lack of a better idea. I sulkily researched cricket, science experiments, and Bartok. Bartok turned the key.
Now it is too late to write, as sleep is actually advisable at some point, and I have even more words pressing uncomfortably into my brain. I don't know whether to be happy that I might have reached a jumping off point or upset because this story just keeps expanding. I haven't yet learned how to properly keep hold of a story; how do I know when one has gotten away from me? Right now it seems as if I have just discovered an element which was always meant to be here, but I am worried that the dictation into my brain doesn't automatically come with a side of neat organization - HA! - I fear I am a Sherlock without a John by my side.
typing both gets me in trouble and sorts out my brain.
New worry - No One is going to want to read this fic except me...Shakespeare, Bartok, crossover, and excess of original characters - WTF?
As of my last post I cannot even decide where to set Much Ado. How can I possibly reconcile Sherlock with home? I am not even a musician. I cannot possibly relate to his character on this level.
I've been plotting this story all weekend, and I came home tonight with a perfect, guaranteed solitary opportunity to translate some of it to actual writing - and immediately found I couldn't do anything - at all - so I ate corn and watched A Scandal in Belgravia for lack of a better idea. I sulkily researched cricket, science experiments, and Bartok. Bartok turned the key.
Now it is too late to write, as sleep is actually advisable at some point, and I have even more words pressing uncomfortably into my brain. I don't know whether to be happy that I might have reached a jumping off point or upset because this story just keeps expanding. I haven't yet learned how to properly keep hold of a story; how do I know when one has gotten away from me? Right now it seems as if I have just discovered an element which was always meant to be here, but I am worried that the dictation into my brain doesn't automatically come with a side of neat organization - HA! - I fear I am a Sherlock without a John by my side.
typing both gets me in trouble and sorts out my brain.
New worry - No One is going to want to read this fic except me...Shakespeare, Bartok, crossover, and excess of original characters - WTF?
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Date: 2012-05-28 02:18 pm (UTC)Right. This is all falling into place in my head nicely, now I just need to, you know, actually write it. I'm feeling a bit nervous.
Oh, hey, I listened to a bit of Cabin Pressure last night and I think this is going to end up working, but does it work for you - character-wise for Martin - if I have Mycroft have Anthea charter a flight for the sole purpose of kidnapping Martin so he can be brought in as a ringer to play the part of Dogberry? The reader would have to accept that Martin is hilarious and familiar with the part for some reason. I'll have to think of some way to dispatch the actor who has been cast, but that's simple enough.
My brain was supplying John with lines like - 'He bore a startling resemblance to Sherlock, even in a house full of relatives.' - and then I realized that Martin is short and probably doesn't actually look anything like Sherlock...
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Date: 2012-05-28 02:25 pm (UTC)Martin and Douglas play word games all the time, and I wouldn't put it past Douglas to have encouraged Martin to learn the play to kill time on those INTERMINABLE flights to RUssia, with 12 hours of DEAR GOD NOTHING TO DO. Douglas likes fine things, like theatre and good whisky, so I can imagine that he sets it as a challenge to teach it to Martin. Martin might even surprise everyone by knowing ALL the parts. He knows the flight safety regulations backwards, too. ANd that's a long damned flight BOTH WAYS to St Petersburg.
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Date: 2012-05-28 02:47 pm (UTC)And - Mycroft knows about Martin's skills in this area because he knows Douglas! Is Douglas a member of the Diogenes perhaps? There's some connection here - they both belong to something.
Bad news - so and so has laryngitis, busted collar bone, is in traction for the next month - Mycroft is on it!
Anthea, dear. I need you to find your own way down this Christmas...
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Date: 2012-05-29 03:30 am (UTC)So I think it's more likely that Mycroft has engaged Douglas for one or two very discreet, low key smuggling operations and has a bit of a hold over him. They probably like each other well enough, but Douglas will have no illustions over who is in charge. It's likely Mycroft caught a glimpse of Martin once when he was at Fitton airfield and just took note of his (smaller more ginger) resemblance to Sherlock, just in case. And now in case has happened. He would leave it to Douglas to make sure Martin knew his lines, and Douglas may not question it, as long as he was certain that no harm would come to Martin as a result. He's obviously a little fond of the squirly captain, even though the squirly captain can be very irritating.
And I think Martin, once kidnapped and deposited in the family grounds, might take refuge in knowing the lines and delivering them. It would save him from attempting actual conversation, which he always screws up.
I imagine Mycroft has asked for 'handling' advice from Douglas too. THat would involve making sure that he remembers that Martin is Captain Crieff (so many people assume Douglas is the Captain, even though Martin's the one in the Captain's uniform. Even when it's pointed out, nobody believes it). So soothing Martin's ego about his rank, his skill and so on might help keep him in line. I can kind of see Mycroft very smoothly indulging in this.
Hope this helps.
Cabin Pressure
Date: 2012-05-30 03:06 am (UTC)Douglas, as an intellectual exercise - perhaps to make Martin feel he is more intelligent, with the in crowd - has been reading/performing Shakespeare with Martin during the interminable flights - Mycroft is aware of this because he makes regular use of his hold over Douglas for his own transport purposes.
Martin has a very good memory, and Mycroft is struck by his comedic talents; hence, when an emergency occurs - he springs into action and ensconces the entire crew in the relative lap of luxury of dotty Uncle Rocky's estate so that Martin can fill in for our lamented previously-cast family member.
How does that strike you?
Re: Cabin Pressure
Date: 2012-05-30 07:30 am (UTC)Arthur would just think everything is brilliant. He's been to all the right, proper posh schools (and apparently pony club girls with names like Minty quite like him). If you try to give *him* any lines he will totally hash them up,but he won't care a damn. :D
But yes, it all sounds plausible and eminently doable. Lay on!
Re: Cabin Pressure
Date: 2012-05-30 04:46 pm (UTC)I'm sold on Douglas using Shakespeare as an educational tool, and maybe he even just likes to hear Martin read it aloud, Martin's voice being what it is. ;-)
Maybe Mycroft uses Anthea/MJN to kidnap someone unrelated, and then by coincidence when our actor gets sick Douglas offers up the use of Martin, you know, since they're already there and all. I guess I might have to let everyone else go home since it is Christmas after all. Now that I've met Douglas's wife I wouldn't want her to be all sad and alone for the Holiday. I would like to play with Arthur though...he is completely hilarious. Brilliant!
Re: Cabin Pressure
Date: 2012-06-01 02:08 am (UTC)When Martin is not squeaking and stammering in panic he has a very *lovely* voice, yes. :D
Arthur is brilliant. He's basically a labrador puppy in human form. :D
Re: Cabin Pressure
Date: 2012-06-01 02:33 am (UTC)I am enjoying Cabin pressure greatly, and though coming late to the party have just offered my Chicago-based services for any lingering Lemon Landmark needs which may still need filling as I have no other firm plans this weekend and the weather promises to be cool.
Re: Cabin Pressure
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Date: 2012-05-28 03:27 pm (UTC)I am now faced with a whole new ball game.
Cue (with a rhyming couplet, of course) indulgent but distant Mummy and Father - who drank.
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Date: 2012-05-29 03:59 am (UTC)"If it proves so, then parenting goes by haps:
Some Bacchus kills with vodka, some with schnapps"
(with apologies to both Shakespeare and Hero)