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I am hoping Kate and Andi do involving the Edmund/Ramses/Laurie King triple x over

And andi_horton 
Flattered, Madam, though we do profess ourselves by your faith in us, my esteemed colleague and I both confess that our desire to bear witness to the existence of such a literary epic is greatly -- perhaps even mercifully -- tempered by our collective doubt in our ability to do it anything even resembling justice.

With sincere regrets we remain,

your humble servants

 And  intrikate88 : You have read my brain; namely that Russell and Holmes met up with Ramses and yes, later in life, they are mentoring Edmund. AND THEN THE WORLD BLEW UP.

 See, if I knew Ramses better, I would attempt this myself, just, a few lines you know. A paragraph. The one I cannot get out of my head is Ramses and Edmund taunting Holmes at the dinner party in O Jerusalem.  Something along the lines of the following (understanding that i am completely winging it insofar as Ramses is concerned).

It was, as it always was, Emerson's doing.  He'd heard some Victorian poker-faced chap in Arab dress was skulking about Jerusalem looking for a women's dinner gown.  Emerson had finessed the acquisition of the gown and based upon the measurements provided, deduced that the young lady in question was no matron.  Emerson had seen to the gown's delivery to a hostel owned by one of "his" chaps, a safehouse for Allbenby's boys, to to be sure, but not the sort of spot appropriate for any respectable young woman.   Which meant, logically, the women was not respectable.  Now, Emerson would not leave off until he'd seen the woman, in the gown, which probably looked utterly staid until it was on and then appear exotic and vaguely sensual in an understated, Oriental sort of way.

As Edmund saw it, there was a scheme afoot and they had best steer clear lest something really dire happen -- and disasters tended to follow Emerson like biblical plagues.  With Emerson's imagination afire, Edmund had finally determined that it best to obtain the proper dinner invitation and then they might both go.  At least he could hold Emerson's leash or bring along the dustpan to sweep up the inevitable carnage.   Finagling social engagements being Edmund's department, he had run by the hostess that afternoon, flattered her, and secured the invitations Emerson coveted. 

The cocktails were superb and one look at the parties involved told him all he needed to know for a bit of needling fun.

"I say, old man!  You've been introduced to Miss Russell then?  Smashing in that gown, isn't she?  Cuts quite the figure in it."  Edmund thought of slapping the impostor on the back but the hard look he was getting made him think he might break a hand in the process.

Emerson raised a glass in salute to his handiwork.   "Best damn looking woman in Jerusalem, wouldn't you say, Pevensie?"

 “Single too,” Pevensie replied, with another appreciative look that lingered. “A keen mind as well.”  He wondered if the faculties already displayed so cuttingly in Miss Russell might extend to maths.

 “And interested in archeology; quite the passion for languages, native tongues and all that."   Emerson waggled his own and Allenby's masquerading guest looked ready to cut it from his mouth.  Knowing full well the murderous effect he was causing, Emerson blithely went on, "Wouldn't mind showing Miss Russell around a few dusty caves myself.  See what she's made of in the dark!"

"Brilliant idea, Emerson.  I'll line up the caravan, see to the logistics."

"Go find your own, Pevensie.  You can't come along for all that you have that way with camels. I spotted her first."

Allenby's guest --  by Jove he was grim sort and no more a military man than he or Emerson  was -- began coughing on his drink. 

"I say old man, you all right there? Is the heat fatiguing you? General Allenby, sir, your dinner guest seems to be flushing alarmingly!  Waiter!  A seltzer for this old chap, what!"

And then Mary shows up, links arms with Pevensie and Emerson and waltzes into dinner with a swish of her hip and a, "I believe that is the dinner bell, boys!"

Yes, modified again, because I can't stop tinkering.  Which I will do.  Stop.  That is.


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Feb. 22nd, 2010 04:31 pm (UTC)
Arrrgh! I absolutely have to go read these books. It's going down with Amazon.com today.

Write write write!!
Feb. 22nd, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
"You bought her that dress, old man? Well spotted! She cuts quite the figure in it." Pevensie thought of slapping the impostor on the back but the hard look he was getting made him think he might break a hand in the process.

Ohmygod. I nearly just spit stew all over my work computer. I mean, that scene was already beyond priceless anyway, but to have all of them deliberately exacerbating it... *LOVES* ALSO THE CAMEL COMMENT LOL LOL LOL.

Then after they go into dinner:

If someone was going to spy on Allenby's dinner, Ramses Emerson thought, then it was relevant enough to his own purposes for him to take an interest. Not that he was there on official business, but the older man and the young Miss Russell were... curious. Especially as Miss Russell seemed to have become an ever increasingly sensitive spot with the not-a-military-gentleman. "Interested in hands-on archaeology, Miss Russell? See, I'm not the old-fashioned type that thinks women can't enjoy getting out of their fancy dresses and poking about the dark."
The masquerading guest, he thought, really was impressive in the way he was steadily draining a full glass of red wine without pause. He wasn't even blinking, in fact.
"A refreshing attitude, Mr. Emerson," Miss Russell answered, smiling sparklingly at him. But he noticed her short, filed-but-still-rough nails, and the remnants of skin dye lingering in the folds of the knuckle on her thumb, and a line of broken hair along her hairline that could easily show where a wrapping had rubbed for two long. Yes, these were curious guests indeed.
Feb. 22nd, 2010 06:27 pm (UTC)
"Did you catch the whiff lingering on them?" Pevensie murmured in his ear during the port.

"Apart from the overpowering eau de cologne on Miss Russell, no." Really, the scent has been the only off putting thing about her.

"Donkey," Pevense said with the authority of one whose nose knows such things. "Horse, goat, and camel."

Feb. 22nd, 2010 09:35 pm (UTC)
"Sometimes I do wonder about you, Pevensie," Ramses said. "And about your familiarity with camels."

Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:07 am (UTC)
Edmund eased back into the armchair, still keeping an eye on General Allenby's peculiar guest who was concealed his sensitivities so well. The Lieutenant Colonel who pretended to not be acquainted with Miss Russell had not fooled him a moment. He had played similar schemes with his own sisters for years, though without the smoldering subtext, of course.

Something had been concerning him, even more than the odd scents, the strange tensions, and the way Miss Russell seemed to be directing the conversation to a particular end and the remnants of her native disguise Emerson had deduced. It was not their business to be sure, though knowing that what her business was would help him keep Emerson out of it.

This was becoming more difficult as Emerson was becoming more openly admiring, if for no other reason than because it was so infuriating the Lieutenant Colonel. General Allenby was, dare he say it, near deferential to the man. Again, Edmund had the sense of some piece of elemental piece of data missing from the puzzle.

He nudged Emerson who was fiddling with a lamp and experimenting with how far he could unscrew the base before it collapsed. "You really intend to sweep Miss Russell off on an expedition with naught but a native guide and two camels?"

"She is game. And languages, Pevensie! I tripped her up right before dinner broke up. She slipped into Arabic when I asked her if she had yet toured the Temple Mount. She knows Hebrew, Greek and Latin as well. I wonder if she’s studied Sumerian?"

"Have you considered what your mother might say to such an excursion?"

"Pot meet kettle, mum?"

The look crossing Emerson's face warned Edmund that Nefret was not to be mentioned even as potential deterrent to the mad scheme. He wondered what colossal misunderstanding it was this time.

"I think Lieutenant Colonel William Gillette is the greatest obstacle to my plan and that may be overcome."

"A knife in the back would, yes," Edmund agreed. "Gillette is it?" he asked, taking another sip of the excellent... Oh By The Lion…

Reaching over, he grabbed Emerson by the arm. "You will this moment cease any overtures to Miss Russell."

Emerson's eyes narrowed dangerously. "That's high handed of you, Pevensie!"

Edmund gave him a shake and passed an urgent hand signal. Emerson’s anger was replaced with a disturbing curiosity. "Oh? Care to share your theory?"

Setting his glass down, Edmund rose from his seat. He wanted a clear head for this memorable encounter. "It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence!"

"Care to explain why you are quoting Conan Doyle?"

"Elementary my dear Emerson."
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:12 am (UTC)
I wonder what Emerson thinks of Pevensie swearing "by the Lion"...And what if Aslan met Bastet and/or others of the Egyptian pantheon?
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:39 am (UTC)
And what if Aslan met Bastet and/or others of the Egyptian pantheon?

Please do not say things like that. *gets out a mallet and bashes the plotbunnies back into their cages*
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:43 am (UTC)
Ooh! Am I being instigator-ish? I feel so powerful!

I have a huge love for minor gods in Narnia (coughBacchuscough), and, well, the lioness/lioness-headed goddess who protects the pharaoh? I see lots of possibilities. Maybe Lucy and Edmund meet her in Calormen. *scurries over to commentfic post*
Feb. 23rd, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
You are, but I've declared plotbunny embargo until my current one coughs up a proper plot rather than just a wicked cool villain I can't figure out how to defeat without deus ex-ish-ness. And when the universe comes with a built-in literal deus, the temptation is soooo great...
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:44 am (UTC)
*surreptitiously damages all the locks so the plotbunnies won't stay put there*
Feb. 23rd, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
*duct-tapes locks* See reply to metonomia - not now. Later there can be plotbunnies.
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
"Now you're just being... oh." Emerson thought back over the evening, remembering every look, every barb. "Oh."

Edmund took some small delight at the horror briefly flickering over the other man's face, normally impassive as the monuments after which he was named. "What do you think they're doing here?"

Emerson's eyebrows quirked. "The game's afoot?"

"Some game, anyway."
Feb. 23rd, 2010 12:56 pm (UTC)
"elementary, my dear emerson."

"the game's afoot?"

"some game, anyway."

love it! my girls are looking at me like i've gone crazy because of my laughing, but oh, priceless! and it all fits in so well with edmund's fondness for detective novels, as mentioned in "dawn treader."
Feb. 23rd, 2010 03:57 pm (UTC)
edmund's fondness for detective novels, as mentioned in "dawn treader."

You're right! I had forgotten about that, it's very fitting. :P
Feb. 23rd, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
Ok, that's it. I'm going to the library tomorrow and getting O Jerusalem! My local branch, miracle of miracles in that understocked wasteland, actually has it according to the online catalogue. Now, where did I leave my card?
Feb. 22nd, 2010 06:35 pm (UTC)
Interested in hands-on archaeology, Miss Russell? See, I'm not the old-fashioned type that thinks women can't enjoy getting out of their fancy dresses and poking about the dark."

Edmund is going to be informing Ramses' next of kin that he was murdered with a fish fork by Sherlock Holmes at a dinner party in Jerusalem.

I revised the first bit, for the last time. Really.
Feb. 22nd, 2010 07:41 pm (UTC)
Holmes would, too. Oh, I can just picture it, and it's giving me ridiculous amounts of glee.
Feb. 23rd, 2010 01:00 am (UTC)
*loves this* Zero knowledge of Ramses and a vague familiarity with the traditional Holmes adventures, as well as a burgeoning need to read these King books (they're coming! they're coming!), but it's all so perfect even without knowing the characters!
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:42 am (UTC)
Oh, just wait until you know them... they are some of the more delightful denizens of the fictional worlds I enjoy. Russell and Holmes are astoundingly perfect, and Ramses is frighteningly precocious in everything. EVERYTHING. I love them all. ♥
Feb. 23rd, 2010 09:24 am (UTC)
Found O Jerusalem on amazon.com for $0.01 and am very pleased with this. That one plus the other two rth keeps recommending are coming very soon, and then I suppose once my coin-hoard replenishes itself I'll see about getting some of the Amelia Peabody adventures, too.

I am so so so excited to see Mary Russell + Holmes. Eeee!
Feb. 22nd, 2010 07:46 pm (UTC)
*amused* this is hilarious! oh crossovers, how you make me happy.
Feb. 22nd, 2010 09:14 pm (UTC)
Threadjacking to say I love your icon. Probably stealing it, it defines my life often. :P
Feb. 22nd, 2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
hee. yeah, there's a reason it's my default icon - it pretty much describes my view towards most of life.
Feb. 22nd, 2010 11:26 pm (UTC)
Love this one too!
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
heeee. that's probably my second favorite. it's the corollary to the first one.
Feb. 22nd, 2010 08:04 pm (UTC)
I have to read these books! Library visit in my future, definitely.

Lovely, lovely start. Though I confess I had to give my brain a good whack at the beginning to make it understand "Emerson" as Ramses rather than, well, Emerson. Of course Edmund's going to think of him that way, just took a second.

... Nefret meeting Miss Russell?
Feb. 22nd, 2010 08:15 pm (UTC)
Ironically, I had no idea that there was this character named Mary Russell, an American/English Jewish woman, cavorting about with Sherlock Holmes in the first 20 years of the 20th Century. I only discovered her after well into TSG when Andi started reading and had hoped, gleefully, that I was doing a xover. Russell is the first person protagonist in the novels by author Laurie King and I have read but three of them. The one above is O Jerusalem in which Holmes and Russell are wandering about Palestine in Arab dress at the request of Brother Mycroft. Russell is, at this point, reading theology and chemistry at Oxford.
Feb. 28th, 2010 03:00 am (UTC)
"... Nefret meeting Miss Russell?"

Nefret AND Mary Russell meeting Lucy and Susan?
Feb. 28th, 2010 03:04 am (UTC)
You get right on that, Elouise. Speaking of, we recorded the NFFR AsCast today and I ended up including/mentioning 3 of your stories in the Fandom 15, where I blew threw the latest and greatest in updates and posting. It was the VODT discussion you see, and so I HAD to mention your recent stories, Eastern Door, Only Children, and the Edmund & Lucy one you did last week.
Feb. 28th, 2010 01:31 pm (UTC)
Well ... well ... shucks. *blushes*
Feb. 28th, 2010 05:49 am (UTC)
Are you TRYING to start another World War?
Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:24 am (UTC)
*falls over in astonishment*

Oh, this is too good, really. I must dig the King books out from wherever they're hiding in the stacks and re-read them. But now, of course, Edmund will be sneaking in...
Feb. 23rd, 2010 11:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is amazing! I love it so much, and that's without having read the books (which are next on my list, now!)

(Oh, and not sure if you saw this on the forum, rth, but I know you'll be pleased: Guess who got the Irregulars from the library and is halfway through chapter one already?)
Feb. 23rd, 2010 11:28 pm (UTC)
Guess who got the Irregulars from the library and is halfway through chapter one already?)

Ha! then you will see precisely where I got the ideas from and just how far I departed from "the reality" -- which itself is open to question as spies are notoriously poor sources. The accomplishments of Canadian William Stephenson and the BSC were certainly important to the War!
Feb. 24th, 2010 04:33 am (UTC)
Most definitely looking forward to it!

And yes, I suppose it would be rather hard to trust the word of a spy!
Feb. 25th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
I finished O Jerusalem and now I can't get this out of my head. Definitely seeing the Emerson/Russell crossover, though adding in Narnia is taking a bit more work because of the time shift.

You should read He Shall Thunder in the Sky, which is older Ramses set on preventing the Turks from starting a revolt in Cairo to distract the British from an attack on the Canal. It pieces in with Jerusalem frighteningly well.
Feb. 25th, 2010 08:51 pm (UTC)
Guess you didn't hear about the Ficathon Walks Into A Bar [or a dinner party in Jerusalem in 1918? http://sabinelagrande.livejournal.com/255412.html
Feb. 26th, 2010 03:30 am (UTC)
Heard about it. Am pretending it doesn't exist because I have never written "just" 500 words of anything in my life barring two Dark Is Rising drabbles.
Feb. 27th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
I know nothing about King's books or about Emerson - but I still enjoyed the posts!
Mar. 9th, 2010 06:06 pm (UTC)
Amazing well done. The party at the American colony cried out for exploration from other points of view! I'm in Justice Hall right now, and prefer my Bedus to the aristos littered around this novel.
Mar. 9th, 2010 06:10 pm (UTC)
Do check out the rest of the comments. We carried on a bit further, with Ramses and Edmund being sneaky and awesome and Holmes/Gillette becoming increasingly cold.
May. 25th, 2015 08:18 pm (UTC)
I love Laurie King's Mary Russell series, but I never thought to throw them in with the Pevensies! I love this. It's genius, if you can suspend the problem with setting and whatnot. I would wish it could be longer, except there aren't any directions this fic could go, and it stands well on its own
May. 28th, 2015 02:07 am (UTC)
Re: Awesome!!
Oh my, this doesn't get any attention but we had SUCH FUN doing it. And thank you!!

Edited at 2015-05-28 02:08 am (UTC)
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