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shadowsong26) wrote2011-06-30 12:52 am
shadowsong26) wrote2011-06-30 12:52 am
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BSG AU Meme
So, I am still rather stuck on For Sorrow Sung, so we'll do a meme to hopefully get things going again! ...meme in a completely different universe, but what the hey.
This is for a Total AU BSG 'verse, which is basically BSG Characters IN RENAISSANCE/BAROQUE VENICE (with some modifications)! This universe (and the full-length fic which will eventually come from it) is called Serenissima.
When whatever Full-length Fic I end up writing begins, Joseph Adama is the Doge (elected crowned head of the city, for those who don't know). Roslin is a widowed noblewoman, and Billy is her son. Zarak is shortly to return from a twenty-year exile after having attempted to unseat/assassinate either Joseph or his predecessor. Baltar is a cardinal, with a bastard daughter currently being raised in a convent in the city (yes, he is a cardinal. He is certainly not the only one in the period with an acknowledged bastard. Take a look at Renaissance/Baroque cardinals/Popes. I recommend starting with the Borgias). Starbuck and the Doge's younger grandson have recently eloped. In keeping with the setting, Cylons are Turks, and Caprica-Six is a Turkish courtesan. There may or may not be other Turks in the city as well.
Rules and Other Miscellania:
I have generally decided what roles/ranks people have in this universe, so please bear that in mind when prompting. Any prompts involving Roslin/Adama or Roslin and Billy may be filled by bookblather, who has Encouraged me in this.
Three prompts per person, I promise to fill one. (bookblather, you can also request)
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1) Joseph Adama informs his son of his new marriage plans.
2) Lee meets his bride-to-be.
I'm going to save number three for once I have slept.
I HOPE SOMEONE PROMPTS ROSLIN AND BILLY BECAUSE I RLY RLY WANT TO PLAY TOO.
2) Lee meets his bride-to-be
Lee studied a painting on the wall of Santa Maria degli Innocenti. The painting showed a young girl in profile wearing a pale pink dress, one hand trailing along an opulent curtain. There were two other female figures behind her, dressed much more simply--one in green, one in blue. The pink girl showed a certain hesitance, but not quite fear. She wasn't precisely beautiful, not the way most paintings of Esther were--all gold and light--but she had some of the most compelling eyes he'd ever seen in a painting of the Persian queen.
Upon close examination, the painting wasn't the masterwork it appeared from a distance. There was an obvious smudge on the blue girl's dress, and the pattern on the green girl's bodice changed slightly halfway across. Esther's hand seemed a little off as well, in the positioning of the fingers. All of these, then, were the hallmarks of the work of a talented amateur, possibly one of the sisters.
The inner door opened and the convent's Mother Superior came in. "The cardinal was detained, and asked that I chaperone this meeting in his place." She sounded disapproving. Somehow, Lee was not surprised.
The Mother Superior moved to the side of the room to watch them, and Lee finally got a good look at the girl behind her--his fiancee.
She was small, smaller than he had expected. Her hair was a soft brown, caught up in a pearl-studded net. She swept him a curtsey without looking up. "It's a privilege to meet you, Signore."
He bowed over her hand, noticing faint ink-stains and a slight callus on the inside of her index finger. "And you."
There was a brief, awkward silence after that, which she broke. "I want to thank you, Signore, for agreeing to this meeting. I know it's not...usual."
He smiled at her. "I was glad to," he replied, then searched for something else to say, when another silence stretched on. His attention was drawn back to the Esther painting, and he blinked a little. "Was that you? The model for Esther?"
She looked up, following his gaze to the painting. "Oh. Yes, Signore, it was. Sister Angelica likes to paint, and was kind enough to let me assist with the convent accounts in exchange for modeling for her."
The Mother Superior made a slight disapproving noise, and Lee wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. "It's a good likeness of you," he finally said, knowing the comment was a more than a little pathetic.
"I'll pass the compliment onto Sister Angelica," she replied softly, looking down at her hands and tracing one of the ink stains. "She'll be glad to hear it."
Another awkward silence stretched between them, and she was again the one to break it, rising quickly. "I'm sorry to have taken up your time like this, Signore. Thank you again for indulging my whims." She curtseyed again, and allowed him to bow over her hand again before not-quite-fleeing from the room.
Lee stared after her. He sighed, and inclined his head to the Mother Superior. "Thank you for your time," he said.
She sniffed. "Of course, Signore," she said, then swept out of the room again, leaving him alone to consider the painting.
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TELL ME ABOUT THE TIGHS.
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The two of them were curled up together in the hold of the Venetian ship while her captain decided what to do with them. They'd sat in silence for a while now, his fingers twined in hers, staring at the hull.
"How much do you remember?" she finally asked.
He glanced down at her. "How much do you remember?"
She paused. "Your name is Saul. My name is Ellen. We've been married for..." She trailed off, frowning.
"Ellen," he whispered, tightening his hold. I remember that I love you. He was certain of this, but couldn't quite say it out loud.
Footsteps were coming down from the top deck. "You don't seem to be Turks," the captain said, eying them.
"We're Greek," Ellen improvised. "From Athens, fleeing the Turks. My name is Ellen Tigh, and this is my husband, Saul."
He considered this. "We'll have to verify that. My name is William Adama. And, for now, welcome aboard the Valkyrie."
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one more, 'cause i'm bored.
Saul Tigh had searched through what felt like dozens of palazzi before finally hearing his wife's laughter sparkling above the crowd.
"Ellen," he said--not overtly accusing, even though he'd found her in...someone's lap. Frakking masks.
"Saul!" she called back, delighted, swaying up out of the much-younger man's lap. "You came!"
He just stared at her.
"Saul," she said, now complaining. "Saaaaaaaaul." She somehow stretched out his name to an infinite number of syllables. "It's Carnival, Saul. Have a drink, join the party!"
Well. That did sound a little tempting.
She could read his answer in his face, and clapped her hands, spilling her drink a little. Her laughter glittered over the party again. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the dance.
Re: one more, 'cause i'm bored.
Also, awesome. Ellen just seems so HAPPY. Even if Saul is being crankypants. I LOVE.
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I've got two right now?
1) Athena's daily routine in Venice.
2) Caprica-Six at work.
I CAN'T WAIT.
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Caprica Alti smiled across the table at her guest for the evening. He was an old favorite of hers, one of the first clients she'd taken once she'd gotten herself established here in Venice. An older man, one of the Senators, he was always kind to her. And he usually took her to the opera with him to start the night, which she loved.
She had a mission here, of course--her cousin the Sultana wouldn't have helped arrange and finance her way to this position if she hadn't wanted something in return--but, while she had made some progress, most of her time was simply devoted to daily life, and ordinary jobs. But her guest tonight wasn't the Cardinal--who she was beginning to imagine might mean more to her than what small amount of actually useful information he could provide for her cousin.
No, tonight she could relax. Now that they were through with supper, her Senator helped her fasten her cloak and took her hand to lead her out the door, to the Teatro San Cassiano. "After you," she murmured, smiling as he kissed her hand.
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P.S. This 'verse is LOVE AND PIE.
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double checking b/f give my prompts...
Prompt one: Roslin and Adama's first meeting and Billy's feelings about the arrangement. (I guess that could be counted as two...)
THIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!
helena
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PART ONE OF THREE
Bill is a little surprised to realize that he's seen his bride-to-be before.
Not that he should be. He's been about enough in society to know of her, particularly in his younger days, and of course they must have, at some point, attended the same functions. But he's surprised at how long it's been. The last time he saw her, it was years and years ago-- Zak was just a baby, Lee barely more, Carolanne had just died, and he supposes her husband too, because she was in black, and looked tired. Her son must have been an infant, even younger than Zak.
They were all so young then. He wonders if she remembers him.
Probably not. There's nothing but suspicion in her eyes.
And why should there be anything else? This is their first real meeting, and it is three days before their wedding. Why should she look at him with anything more than suspicion?
He bows over her hand to hide the ridiculous disappointment. "Madonna."
PART TWO OF THREE
She invites her guest-- guest, ha, as if she had any choice in this-- to sit, and takes her time about sitting herself, spreading her skirts with great concentration while she sorts out her feelings.
Her immediate and obvious response is disgust; at a doge so weak he needs to steal her independence to shore up his own power, at a man who will let his father dictacte his entire life, at this entire situation. Since actually meeting Commander Adama, though, she's had to revise that opinion, at least in regards to him. Whatever reason he has for marrying her-- and he does have one, she's sure of it-- it is his own.
She steals a look at him from under her lashes, wondering. What does he want with her? Is it her son? She hopes not. Billy she will not give up; she'll tear the world apart to save her son any harm at all.
But then, this Commander Adama is a father. That's part of why they have to marry, after all. Perhaps he'll understand that.
She hopes he will. She hopes he doesn't want more from her than she can give.
In spite of everything, she almost wants to like him.
PART THREE OF THREE
This time, she apparently responded well enough to agree. Billy has a horrible sick feeling that the Doge's "persuasive" tactics centered on him, but he has no idea how to bring it up with his mother, and he's fairly sure that she won't ever tell him why she agreed to this. Besides, it feels more than a little bit narcissistic to assume that everything his mother does revolves around him-- it doesn't, especially now that he's an adult, and for all he knows the Doge threatened her personally.
Billy doesn't trust the Doge at all.
He isn't sure how he feels about Commander Adama, either. The man strongly resembles his father, with whom Billy is not best pleased just at the moment, and of course he's stolen Billy's name, relative birth years notwithstanding. He does, however, seem to be extremely embarrassed about this whole business, and he's treating Billy's mother with a sort of delicate, concerned respect that is a little bit hilarious but at the same time rather sweet. Billy he's ignoring, as he should-- they'll have very little to do with one another, in the end.
Billy decides, eventually, to reserve judgment. If Commander Adama treats his mother well, he'll probably end up liking the man. If he doesn't...
Well.
If he doesn't, then Billy will guard his mother's back. That's all she's ever needed from him.
She has her own ways of solving problems.
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(except for the part where I'm not)