COMARUM

[Video of venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough standing amid vegetation.  On a near-horizontal branch above his head is a brown and yellow greater bird of paradise, about the size of a crow, with big floaty yellow plumage puffing out along its back.]

Bird:  Pwuk.  Pwuk. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  This, surely – Bird (hopping along the branch):  WUKWUKWUkwukwukwukoooh.  Oooh.  Oooh.

[Cut.  Same shot.]

Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  This, surely, is one – Bird:  Kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark kark. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  This, surely –

[Cut.  Same shot but the bird is on the other side now and venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough has his hand on the branch.]

Bird (hopping up and down on venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough’s fingers):  Eh-eh.  Eh-eh.  Eh-urrrr.  Eh-urrrr. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  Close up – Bird (hopping away from him):  Tiktiktiktik.  Tiktiktiktik. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – the plumes – Bird (hopping around):  Huek. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough: – are truly – Bird:  Huek. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – exquisite. Bird:  Huek.  Eh-eh. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  The gauzy – Bird (hopping and spinning on the spot):  HukWUKWUKWukwukoooh.  Oooh. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  …

[Cut.  Same shot but the bird is back on the original side of the branch.]

Bird:  Aark. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  Of course, by the eighteenth century – Bird:  Ehhh. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – naturalists realized that birds of paradise – Bird (hops across to the other side of the branch) Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – did have – Bird (hopping back again):  Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – legs.  Even so – Bird:  WUKWUKWUKWukwukwukooh.

[Cut.  Same shot.] Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough (apparently trying to tickle the bird’s tummy):  – by about the eighteenth century – Bird (hops away and spins round) Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – and so – Bird:  AAAAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK AAAK aaak. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough (wearily):  …  Very well.

[Cut.  Same shot.]

Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – but Karl Linnaeus, the great – Bird (vibrating rapidly on the spot and then flapping its wings):  PWAAAAAAAK. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – classifier of the natural world – Bird:  AAAAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAAUUUH AAUUH. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – when he came to allocate a scientific name – Bird:  … Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – to this bird – Bird:  … Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – called it – Bird:  Wooo-ooo. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – wooo-ooo – Bird (surveys the surroundings with a dignified turn of the head) Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  ‘paradisia apoda’: the bird of paradise – Bird:  Hoooo. Venerable TV naturalist David Attenborough:  – without legs. Bird:  Eh-eh.

[Close-up of the bird.]

Bird:  WUKWUKWUKWUkwukwukwukwukoooh.  Ooh. Bird:  Ooh.

Happy 100th birthday David Attenborough, you absolute bloody legend 💖💖💖💖💖

This is a ridiculous hour to be posting fic for me, but I couldn't wait until this afternoon. It's here!

Untethered Ends

Rating: M | Word Count: approx. 175k in 55 chapters | Avon/Vila | Warning: MCD | PGP, Established Relationship, Reunions, Heavy Angst, H/C, Terminal Illness, Introspection

Three years after Gauda Prime, Vila believes himself to be the only survivor. Working as a spaceship technician, he can’t help but wonder what happened to the technical skills he used to possess on the Liberator. Meanwhile, in a cell deep underground, a prisoner is not watching the sky.

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Hehehe, this one is mean because it isn't even a grammatically complete sentence, but it was too funny not to, much better than the other, more ordinary options.

Flying unicorns.

Thanks for playing! I found this one twice, and both are vague enough to share and suitably tantalising. Let's go with this one:

He’d fantasised about that, afterwards, but it had always seemed both improbable and nightmarish, unthinkable.

I had a dream (!) last night where I was in a large meeting hall full of people discussing how a Blake's 7 reboot could stay worthy of the original. A set of rules were laid down - they went like this:

All creators involved - writers, directors, actors, set & costume designers etc - would have to watch the first two series, at least twice, alone. Then they each would have to write an essay about the particular aspect of it that they are going to be "in charge of" (i.e. the character you're playing if you're an actor, the plot if you're a writer etc.) Only after they've done this are they allowed to watch series 3 & 4.

None of the above creators are allowed to share their essays or discuss their interpretations of the show with each other, but they should use them to inform their choices as they work on the show. If there is a hard clash between the choices of two different creators during the filming, it has to be solved by drawing lots, NOT by consensus.

AND FINALLY, and this is the only choice that all creators have to abide by, ALL characters have to be played as if they could be Aromantic Asexuals (though this must never be explicitely stated to be so) in the sense that NO relationship is allowed to be canonically showed to be "romantic" and/or "sexual" in an unambiguous way. NONE OF THEM. There should be no canonical hard barrier to assuming that such things might happen "off-screen", either, but the intensity of relationships must be portrayed in other ways than traditional romance or sexual attraction.