Fantasy week seven and playoffs: Create your own scene

11 Dec

This is the seventh week of Jane Austen fantasy — and the playoffs! Congrats for making it to the end — and the end of 2011. I can’t believe it’s almost a new year.

Everyone should name their five characters for the week on the previous post. The seventh scenario is below.

You have all week to pose your response!

Here’s the point system to keep in mind and then the scenario below.

The scoring system:

5 points per character that you play each week that I use in the scene

10 points if you respond to the weekly scene

15 points if a character you played “wins” in the weekly scene

20 points if I pick your response for the weekly scene

I’m feeling sassy (and OK, perhaps a bit lazy), so for the playoffs, I’m not going to create a scene, per se. You are!

You all have been so creative, so feel free to throw it all out there. Is there something you’ve wanted to write during the past few weeks that you haven’t been able to fit into a previous post? You know your style – humor, twists, letters, or dialogue. Pick what works for you and throw it at me.

This time, instead of giving you characters to play, I’ll give you points if you can incorporate the 5 players you named for this week’s scene. Maybe this is my twist for the end? I hope you like it!

Good luck! Thank you so much for playing with me. This has been a blast, and I hope to think up more competitions in the future. It has been fabulous to meet you and read your creative thoughts! I’ll post a final response next weekend (let’s be real, probably Sunday) to announce the final winner. I’ll e-mail you to ask for your address so I can send out the prize!

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4 Responses to “Fantasy week seven and playoffs: Create your own scene”

  1. Mary M December 16, 2011 at 11:14 pm #

    Regency Mashup

    Upper Rooms, Bath

    After powering through an evening of dancing (or watching other people dancing) an odd collection of individuals who only knew each other because of distant mutual acquaintances made their way to the tea room and sat down for some refreshment.

    After sitting quietly for a few minutes eating more cakes than was good for them so they wouldn’t have to make small talk, Henry Tilney turned to Mrs. Bennett and asked “Have you been long in Bath, Madam?” “About a week, sir.” She replied. “Have you been to the theatre?” “Yes sir, I was at the play on Tuesday.” “To the concert?” he continued, “Yes, sir, on Wednesday.” “And are you altogether pleased with Bath?” “It is fine I suppose,” she gave a loud sigh, “If one could but go to Brighton! But Mr Bennett is so disagreeable. A little sea bathing would have set me up forever!” Here she was on her own. Mr. Tilney’s polite interest was fading quickly.

    Though Mrs Bennett was only talking to Mr Tilney, she was speaking just in that tone of voice that was perfectly audible to everyone at the table, and as she answered she looked knowingly at the others seated around her, as if to invite them into the conversation. Elinor Dashwood was her nearest neighbor, but didn’t think she deserved the compliment of continued conversation about the beach. Instead she turned to Mary Crawford and inquired after Mary’s brother, whom she had met once in London. “He was well when I left him but you know brothers, they would not write upon the most urgent necessity in the world.” Elinor did not know, but she smiled encouragingly. Mary continued, “Henry is in every other respect exactly what a brother should be but has never yet turned the page in a letter; his very often say nothing more than ‘Dear Mary, I am just arrived. Bath seems full, and everything as usual. Yours sincerely.’ That is the true manly style.”

    Here Mr Tilney piped in, “Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female. As far as I have had opportunity of judging, it appears to me that the usual style of letter-writing among women is faultless, except in three particulars.” Elinor took the bait, “And what are they?” Mr Tilney smiled, “A general deficiency of subject, a total inattention to stops, and a very frequent ignorance of grammar.” Mary and Elinor both laughed heartily at this and they chatted on good humouredly.

    Mr Knightly also sat with them but his mind was too preoccupied to make him sociable that evening. He was trying to forget a certain person whose open temper was mirrored weakly in Mary Crawford. The next minute he was kicking himself for thinking it, realizing that the deficiencies of this woman were only bringing the brilliancy of his unnamed tormenter before him. It was torture to think of her, yet he stayed on vigorously in Bath, day after day, trying to put her out of his mind.

    Elinor observed that Mr Knightly looked more than usually grave, and as she suspected its source, she was very much affected. She engaged him in conversation herself and realized that he alone, of all her new acquaintance, could in any degree claim the respect of abilities and excite the interest of friendship. Mr Tilney, she feared, indulged himself too freely in the foibles of others, Mary Crawford commented too often in forced good humor on the useless laziness of the clergy, and Mrs. Bennett just talked endlessly about her three married daughters.

    When the night ended Mrs. Bennett sighed again for the beach as she counted the minutes till she could remove her slippers. Mary Crawford’s careless gaiety was a poor disguise for her recently broken heart, and she was already forming a plan to head to London where she could lose herself in a busier social scene. Henry Tilney had not expected any more from this visit to Bath than any other he’d had and was hoping things would pick up once his sister arrived later that week. Mr Knightly’s sour state of mind has already been described. Elinor was the only one who emerged from that evening with any real pleasure. She felt a renewed sense of purpose, having seen the melancholy look on Mr Knightly’s face she resolved to do all in her power to lift his spirits while they remained in company together.

    Hard to see a winner in all this, but I think it would have to be Elinor.

    I somehow chose one person from each book, only missing Persuasion, but I think I got them all in there! And I’d like to think that I am the distant mutual acquaintance that connects them all 🙂

  2. Austenite78 December 17, 2011 at 3:50 pm #

    Fanny Price was almost running along the street, in her way to a meeting with her friends. “Oh dear, oh dear, I am so late!”, Fanny was worried because she knew that Emma was very strict about punctuality. “But I am sure that she won’t be cross at me when she hears what I have to tell her and Elizabeth”. Elizabeth had joined them since she was in the are to make some shoppings for her soon-to-arrive wedding with Mr Darcy.

    “Alas! What happened to you, Fanny, to be this late?” exclaimed Emma with an impatient look and high-pitched voice. “Wait till you hear what I have to tell you, Mrs Knightley. And I see that Miss Elizabeth has not arrived yet either”, responded Fanny before Emma had opportunity of scolding her for some more minutes. “How many times shall I tell you that you may call me Emma? We are friends, aren’t we? Anyway, what is it that you have to tell me?” Emma’s curiosity was well-known everywhere she went. “I think we should wait till Miss Elizabeth arrives”, said Fanny. Emma frowned and didn’t look happy about that, but she knew that Fanny was not going to be that easily persuaded to tell whatever it was before the time she had decided to do it.

    At that moment, both Emma and Fanny could see Elizabeth, who was rushing towards them and waving her hand happily. “Oh, my dear friends, I am so excited about the wedding. I just bought the most delightful gowns for my honeymoon with Mr Darcy” Elizabeth said with a blush. Both Fanny and Emma were so happy for their friend that Emma forgot to scold Elizabeth for being late.

    “Well, now that we are together, let’s go to another place where we can sit over a nice cup of tea and talk about the matters that brought us all here” said Emma. “Let’s go to Donwell…” “No!!” exclaimed Fanny. Both Emma and Elizabeth looked at Fanny in utter surprise. “I beg your pardon, my dear” said Emma, “Are you saying that I cannot go to my own house?” Fanny’s cheeks were deep purple but she managed to stammer, “Err, no, of course I don’t mean that, Emma, only that I would like so much to see your father that I was hoping that we were going to Hartfield instead”. Elizabeth was looking intently at Fanny and finally said, “Fanny, you are hiding something, I can see that. Pray tell us what it is”.

    Fanny looked down at her feet and started talking, “Well, Edmund set that a servant from Mansfield Park accompanied me here with the carriage”. “Well, that was very considerate and kind of him”, said Emma. “Yes, the problem is that I didn’t come alone…”. “Who else came in the carriage with you?” demanded Emma. Fanny was silent. “Well?” insisted Emma. When she knew that Fanny was not going to say anything else about that matter, Emma turned in her heels and started walking towards Donwell Abbey steadily. Elizabeth glanced at Fanny and noticed her worried look, so she rushed herself after Emma, and Fanny could not but follow them. “This is not going to be good”, was she repeating to herself.

    When they arrived to Donwell Abbey, Elizabeth was shocked to see, not only the carriage with the crest belonging to the family in Mansfield Park, but also a carriage with a more familiar crest: the one from Pemberley. “What is Mr Darcy doing here?” asked Elizabeth looking at Fanny. “I don’t know, Elizabeth, trust me, I didn’t know he was also coming”, said Fanny. Elizabeth stared at her and decided she was telling the truth. “Emma, let’s go inside and discover what is going on here”. And with those words, both the Mistress of Donwell and the future Mistress of Pemberley stormed inside the big house to face both their husband and fiancé, respectively. Fanny shuffled behind them.

    While approaching the parlour room, they could hear a female voice and the deep tone of Mr Darcy’s voice. Emma entered the parlour room without a knock on the door and found Miss Mary Crawford sitting there, focused on lively conversation with both Mr Knightley and Mr Darcy. Mr Knightley rose to his feet, startled at the sight of both Emma and Elizabeth; he didn’t see Fanny since she was hiding behind the other two. “Emma, my dear, you arrived so early…” started to say Mr Knightley. “Yes, I see you weren’t expecting me to come back so soon” hissed Emma, staring at Miss Mary Crawford with furious eyes. “May I ask what brings you to my house, Miss Crawford?” asked Emma, putting the emphasis in the “my”. “Oh, Mrs Knightley, I came to make a proposal to your husband. In my way here, I had the delightful luck of meeting Mr Darcy, who was coming to surprise his fiancé, Miss Elizabeth”, said Mary Crawford.

    “Indeed he gave me a surprise” said Elizabeth, looking at Mr Darcy with murderous eyes. “Elizabeth, don’t go mad. Miss Mary Crawford is offering us a very good business. She advised us to invest some money in the company of one of her acquaintances in London. We were discussing about the details”, explained Mr Darcy. “So, then why all this secrecy about meeting Miss Mary Crawford?” asked Emma to her husband. “My dear Emma, because I knew that you would not like the idea and I wanted to consider it without you hovering over me saying how bad an idea that was”, answered Mr Knightley, with a soothing voice. Emma blushed but smiled, “Yes, I guess you are right. I can be a bit stubborn sometimes”.

    “So there is nothing to worry about then, so let’s enjoy some tea”, said Fanny shyly. Everybody turned to look at her, since they had quite forgotten she was in the room, due to her silence. “Now, Fanny, you have to explain why you made us think that there was something odd going on between Miss Crawford and our partners”, said Elizabeth, looking at her with a stern look. “Oh, I guess I misunderstood her intentions”, said Fanny blushing. Nobody could help it, and everybody ended up laughing at the matter. So finally they all together had a lovely afternoon, chatting, drinking tea and eating lovely scones.

    And so, everybody wins and everybody has a blast of a time at Donwell Abbey 😀

  3. Kirk December 18, 2011 at 11:47 am #

    Intro- Strange tale begins
    A strange hole in the Austenite world is opened. An unseen, horrid, and relentless enemy pores into the breach.

    Chapter One- Sir Edward
    Retired Lord High Admiral Sir Edward Pellew(Happy belated bday to actor Robert Lindsay, who so nobly played Adm Sir Edward Pellew in the A&E series Horatio Hornblower) was tapping his fingers impatiently.”Good God Prime Minister, I thought we had strange times(a Moody Blues album!)” and impossible challenges when we were vanishing Boney! William Pitt the younger(from Amazing Grace) smiled thinly.”Yes, I wish I had lived to see it. But never mind. I’m sorry to call you Sir into active service. However, you are best choice to command the overall operation to battle the Ghost Fleet and save the Austenites. As you can see Sir, the Ghost Fleet has destroyed multiple other literature groups. Whole groupings wiped off book selves and the face of the Earth! Each time they have gained strength and added to their fleet of sfy ships. It seems they have been pointing towards this battle from the beginning. They did avoid battling Dickens and Shakespeare. indeed, they saluted those fleets. There are bizarre rules. Who will you have commanding the fleet on the sea? Nelson? Sir Francis Drake? Sir Francis Knollys? John Baker?” Sir Edward respondes firmly “Hornblower”!

    Chapter two- Hornblower-Knight of the Sea
    The groom: retired Adm. Horatio Hornblower. The bride: Jane Cassandra Elizabeth Pellew. The best man: 1st Lt. William Bush The Maid of Honor: Jane Bennet
    The place: Westminster Abbey. All the cast and crew from the A&E series were there. Lt. Archie Kennedy and Capt. Bracegirdle restored to life. Sailors Stilles and Mathews, given massive rewards by Hornblower for their yrs of faithful service, looking like lords. Stilles to Mathews “He looks just abit happier this time around! Didn’t touch his breakfast when he married the late Maria. He had two breakfasts this morning!” Everywhere Adms-Vice, Rear, and Full. Lord Major Edrington leads the Army side.

    Chapter three-How do I get this story moving? Or, what’s Jane got to do with it?
    The wedding is a joy for all! Hornblower,however, catches a look of concern from his new father-in-law. Hornblower has seen that look before. At his 1st wedding. Given the dangerous mission to find the missing ship the Grasshopper.Given one day’s shore leave by the benevolence of Sir Edward. No other commander would been so generous. When the two great men are alone, they share many moving moments. “Son!” “Father”(Hornblower is an orphan). Both are overcome with emotion for several minutes. Sir Edward owed several promotions, and his life and ship in one battle, to the incredible work and insight of Hornblower. Hornblower owes an equal debt to Sir Edward. Now, joined together as family! Not even Hollywood could have…. Sir Edward gathers himself for a moment, “Come on now, let’s be cheerful. I could not have given up my “Jenny” to anyone else less worthy. Indeed, not to anyone else in all of Christendom”. Hornblower could only respond “You once said you hoped I would fight for more than England, That day has come!” More moving silence. Hornblower then says “did I deduct a concern?” Sir Edward regains his composure “As I said before to you “You see things that other men do not Sir” I can’t command you, nor will I, to accept this mission.
    Indeed I command you to not think about it for five days!

    Chapter 3.14159265….
    Cutting and consuming of pie and cakes. Scenes of general merriment.

    Chapter 4-Five days later..
    Five days later…..
    You will have four ships….Captain Wentworth(The Persuasion), Adm. Croft(the Sense and Sensibility), Adm. Francis Austen(The Pride and Prejudice) , and Rear Adm Charles Austen (the Jane)will command them. Lt. William Price will assist you. The Austenites must contribute at key moments. The Americans, good thing you never directly battled them, have given us four USS Constitutions. The battle will take place from Cape Cod bay down to Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket. You will go up and down three times. You must stay within three miles of shore. Finally, you can’t fire upon the Ghost Ships. “Can’t fire Sir?” “Yes, the firing will do not good. indeed, the canon balls get pulled into the bleak,black clouds above Ghost Fleet and come back out to hit the firing ship”.

    Chapter 5 Blessing
    Blessing of the Austenite fleet by Rev. Henry Tilney, Rev. Edmund Bertram, and Rev. Edward Ferras. Edward’s blessing is worthy of Henry V at Agincourt. He practised his blesssing many times with Marianne Dashwood. Elinor Dashwood beams with delight. Margaret Dashwood consults her atlas.

    Chapter 6 Becalmed off Sandwich-
    As the fleet is becalmed, two riders are sent on a mission.
    Col Brandon rides up the Olde Kings highway(known as 6A today). Thru Barnstable, Brewster, Dennis, and Orleans he did ride like Paul Revere. “The Ghost Ships are sailing!”. He continues on to EASTHAM, Wellfleet(Hi Lady Anna Elena B), Truro(visiting Atlantic Spice, but avoiding the Pamet Puma), and finally P-Town(he earned his fish dinner at Napa’s)..

    Mr. Darcy rides up the Mid-Cape Highway(Rt 6). Mr. Darcy perceived anti-sisterhood propaganda. “Save your children(and your self) from Brit lit”! “stop the British invasion” “Austen unfair to W characters”. Mr. Darcy grimaced at the awful slogans. Mr. Darcy grimaced at the equally repugnant handwriting….it could only be…..”WICKHAM”! Mr. Darcy spurred his hired horse on. At Hyannis, Mr. Darcy caught up with Wickham.(who was ‘dancing in the Streets of Hyannis’-Boston) Despite Wickham’s desire to remove him self from Lit’s Hall of Shame…Darcy’s bribe and forceful removal to a packet sent Wickham bound for that hive of scum and villainy known as ____. Mr. Darcy allows himself a small grin…..”I can’t wait to read P.D. James new book…where Mr. W. gets his”.

    Chapter seven- Lizzy crosses the Cod-
    “We need someone to run 3+mile width of EASTHAM from 1st Encounter beach(bay side) to Nauset Lighthouse(Ocean side) to view the speed of Ghost Fleet .
    It is muddy! Lizzy runs across Corilss Way(Hi Preston F Cox and Madeline Cox), Captain Penniman house, Eastham Windmill. Stately Nauset Lighthouse is respleasent in red and white. As she runs she encounters fast walking man with a beard. He smiles when he sees her beauty and fine eyes,”clearly you are not a pickled Cape Codder”! “Thank you sir! To whom I’m I speaking”? “Henry D. Thoreau at your service, my lady.”

    Chapter Eight- Falmouth the Beautiful
    Small and white, clean and a bright light, Nobska lighthouse the village of Woods Hole, four miles from Falmouth, is reached by the Austenite fleet.
    “We must send someone to Falmouth to charm the summer people. need supplies and ship pilots to get thru the hazardous shoals around the Elizabeth Islands”. “I had am ready Sir” cries out Emma. “Who will you bring with you” says Mr. Knightley. “Why you, if you ask”. Emma’s youthful spirit and Mr. Knightley’s courtly bearing so charm Falmouth that Katherine Lee Bates(Falmouth born) writes a new version of America the Beautiful called “Emma the beautiful”.

    Chapter Nine- Heroine made, not born(not in Bourne, MA)
    Hornblower checks his land charts. “Mr. Bush, we need someone from Sisterhood to climb the highest point quickly. We must determine those bizarre images above the Ghost ships. Who among the sisterhood is the best climber with the best vision? ” Catherine Morland bonded up the stairs of the Pligram’s Monument, with athletic grace, in true heroine fashion. her eyes, while not as a fine as Lizzy’s fine eyes, were of highest optical power. She peered to the absolute edge of her optical power. She saw the images of ……………Moors(!!) above the Ghost Ships. The names of the ships as well. the Emily, Charlotte, Ann, and Bramwell were the main ones! Catherine raced down the step in world record time. No else would have been able to make it back in time. She gave her full report.

    Chapter X- The Mouse(?) and the Whale-The only person in the group who could communaite with the Whale is Fanny Price. Feeling every eye on herself, yet glad for the opportunity to serve the Austenite community in it’s hour of greatest need. Hornblower and Fanny rowed out to the great white whale.It’s great fluke tapped menacingly. Tap, Tap, the tiny boat rocked. close to tipping over. “Send him good vibes, positive thoughts, and your sweet essence now”. Hornblower had read Lord Valentine’s Castle(Pontfix and Lord Valentine mind melt) …the mighty fluke slowed…meanwhile the Ghost Fleet was in position to surround… Hornblower gave the signal to Captain Wentworth. The most daring Commander headed past the ghost fleet. he had stripped the ship of necessary provisions. The Emily and Ann gave chase…all of sudden it became clear..if Wentworth met with up with Una Spenser, lovely Redheaded former wife of Cap. Ahab(from the book Arab’s Wife: Or, The Star-Gazer by Sena Jeter Naslund) in the village of Sconset(eastern side of Nantucket). She would guide a member of the Sisterhood to the Moors of Nantucket. Using the power of the Nantucket Moor There, the destruction of Bronte fleet would ashored. lead by the Charlotte and the Branwell, the Ghost Fleet tried destroy the little boat containing Hornblower and Fanny Price. the loss of one member of the sisterhoood would swipe out the Austenites.Those in the ships commanded by Austen brothers and Adm. Croft looked on in horror. Her courage rising to super heroine status Fanny communicated the urgent need to stop the Charlotte and Branwell to the great white whale. Moby snorted out his blowhole, “I’ll send them flying or to Davy Jones locker”. As the Brontes(nor their fleet) didn’t obey rules of physical placement/plot rules, he could only send them flying. That
    he did in the style of field goal kicker. Ship after ship went out of the 3 mile engagement boundry to never return(we hope)!

    Meanwhile,The Ann and Emily were cutting the distance to Captain Wentsworth ship. Majestic Santaky Head light getting ever tantalizingly closer. Sconset and moors just beyond. Una’s red hair being tossed about in the fresh breeze. Her pushing off from shore in a row boat. “We need to lose more weight, stat’” cried the good Captain. Edward Ferras, in the guise of Dan Stevens S&S 08, chops up a desk, wooden boards, etc.(when swabbing is required, Hugh Grant steps into the role). Elinor Dashwood help toss the weight over board.

    “Anne”, I will put you into Una’s row boat”. Only Anne, her exceptional mind even more improved by extensive reading, can id the plant in the moors. It is another couple of miles to the moors to run. The transfer of Anne put The Persuasion back into danger. Capt. Wentworth pulls a nearly impossible wheel move worthy of those famous Maine boys(on land). No further help is needed. However, if it was.. the marvelous(marvin hagler?) Blue Whale-Big Ben, arrives on scene grininng. across his great and timely(sorry!) face. “you are bad birds(I mean authors) you Brontes”. He breachs, sending the Bronte ships skimming far out to sea. The persuasion is rocked(and nearly rolled) too but Capt. Wentsworth makes all the right commands.

    Anne and Una are too far from the sea action to check. They run….Anne turns an ankle. However, Una is strong enough to nearly carry Anne. The Bronte fleet is half way to the Azores when Anne finds the plant. The solution is created, pufff goes the Bronte fleet. The world is safe for Austenites! Marianne joyfully celebrates by climbing on the bow and singing “My Heart will go on!” Col. Brandon beams! Elinor is appalled. Catherine and Emma take command of the bows’ of their ships! And who should take command of the 4th bow?? Yes, of course, it is the AUTHOR!!!

    FINIS

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