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The Accent Game!

The Accent Game!

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In the most recent episode of AsCast, we learned that Caspian would be losing his controversial accent in the Voyage the Dawn Treader film. There has been speculation as to whether the film would address this mysterious change, and if so, how. This seems like the perfect opportunity from some crackfic, and dare I say it, commentfic. Yes friends, I am inviting you to commentfic, for all that there are only four of you reading my posts. Here is where I admit that my hatred of Livejournal has almost completely dissolved, and I have indeed become a LJ girl. Good Lord.

So, I invite you to speculate with me. A ficlet addressing Caspian's accent -- or lack thereof. It can be any scene, anywhere, any characters. How do they bring up the topic? Will Caspian say it himself? Or perhaps other characters just whisper behind his back? The more crack, the better.

"Hey Caspian," she said.

"Oh, hi Lucy. What are you up to?"

"I've got some snacks in here," said Lucy, indicating the tied handkerchief she carried. "Would you like to join me?"

"Sure, that sounds nice. I am kind of hungry," he replied. They strolled along the shore of Ramandu's Island, settling onto the flat rocks near the water. Lucy opened the handkerchief and pulled out a skein of apple juice.

"Now, I have a few kinds of cookies. Do you want chocolate or peanut butter? Caspian?"

She turned her head as Ramandu's daughter floated past, the blue silk of her gown rippling in the ocean breeze. Lucy waved as she went by.

Caspian leapt to his feet. "Hail, my lady!" he cried, in the same throaty accent he had employed around Susan. "How doth thee fare in this strange sun's heat? Would it please you to rest among our company? Come! Sit and be refreshed! We feast upon rich biscuits of chocolate and butter'd peanuts!"

"No thank you, King Caspian," she said serenely, and continued on.

Caspian slumped to the ground. The accent vanished as quickly as it had come.

"Yeah, I'll have the peanut butter, Lucy. I'm not much of a chocolate guy."

Lucy scowled.
  • Lucy and Edmund sat in Caspian's cabin, discussing the situation they had recently stumbled into. "Well," Lucy said philosophically, "I'm sure Trumpkin is handling things well."

    "Did he bring the whole treasury with him?" Edmund asked. "Your cordial and dagger, Peter's sword, Su's bow--I keep expecting him to pull out my coronation ring or something."

    Lucy hid her right hand and had the sense not to blush. "Right," she said, changing the subject. "And he has that ridiculous beard."

    "It looks silly," Ed agreed. "And do you remember last time we were here? I think he sounded Spanish or something back then."

    "Reep!" Caspian called from outside the cabin. Ed and Lucy exchanged glances.

    "Well, he sounds properly British now," Lucy said. "Do you think he's trying to imitate Peter again?"
  • I love this! LOLZ the coronation rings! Edmund is fabulous!

    And okay, my Lucian brain is out of control because the minute I read that line, my imagination zoomed into overdrive and I saw Caspian on bended knee, sliding the ring onto Lucy's finger, the light of dusk shining through the windows....

    This put a huge smile on my face! Thanks!
  • "Actually," Edmund mused, trying to steal a glance at Lucy's right hand, "I believe it may be simpler than that."

    "How so?" his sneaky sister said, putting her hand in her pocket.

    "At the How and the castle afterward, on several occasions, I caught Caspian talking to himself. In the mirror. Yet I have not heard him doing so at all on this voyage."

    "How extraordinary! What did Caspian say into the mirror?"

    "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
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