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Post by goblingirl on Oct 12, 2005 11:19:27 GMT -5
Just write it, then if Zaphod still sounds stupid, and you can't change him, post it any way! We won't mind. Personally I would welcome the chance to laugh even more at Beeblebrox....he is sooooo irritating, and arrogant, and high!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 12, 2005 11:30:07 GMT -5
Yeah, but... I write him really badly... *whinge whinge whinge*
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 12, 2005 12:54:16 GMT -5
Yes, and Han Solo has been completely in character, along with Saruman, hasn't he? One of the funny bits of humourous fanfiction is the OOC-ness. Please bear in mind I had to think really hard to work out the OOC characters, most of your writing is In Character....but still! Post!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 13, 2005 11:57:44 GMT -5
....... i didn't think those characters were too OOC....
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......ok, that's what they're like in my head.
But seriously. I sound really stupid when writing Zaphod. Like stupid imitating stupid.
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 13, 2005 12:25:32 GMT -5
....just post the darn thing!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 14, 2005 9:14:23 GMT -5
But it's not done yet *whinge whinge whinge* It will be soon. Otherwise, I'll just quickly write another bit and post that to keep you going.
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 14, 2005 11:35:50 GMT -5
Good. 'cos I only joined this board to get more Fandom Wars story...not true, but it's one of the reasons.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 16, 2005 13:38:13 GMT -5
........ oh.....
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 16, 2005 14:50:16 GMT -5
Waddya mean .......oh......?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 18, 2005 14:05:00 GMT -5
*feels guilty*
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 18, 2005 15:49:45 GMT -5
Why guilty? *pats* You should not feel gulity.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 19, 2005 3:02:16 GMT -5
Oh. OK! *stops feeling guilty*
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 19, 2005 7:59:39 GMT -5
Well, maybe a little bit guilty....
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 20, 2005 10:07:46 GMT -5
Er, OK...
*feels a little guilty*
*posts more to tide you over till I get back from New York*
Frodo opened his eyes and realized that he was a potato.
Needless to say, this was an extremely odd feeling, and he was glad when he changed back to normal, even though his feet seemed to have turned into ducks when he wasn’t looking.
“Seven hundred and twenty-three thousand, four hundred and forty-two to one and falling…”
He then noticed that he was currently in a large thimble filled with cheez-whizz, floating on top of a picnic table. In the distance he thought he could see some rabbits dressed as leprechauns doing the Macarena, and some blue fluffy creatures devouring a pile of chocolate brownies while floating through cauliflowers.
That’s not right, he thought. Surely he had just been on his way to the Death Star public bathroom?
“Four hundred and eighty-nine thousand, eight hundred and thirty-nine to one and falling…”
The realization slowly dawned on him that he had never made it there – a strange ship had suddenly appeared, he had fallen through a suddenly open door which closed behind him. And now he was on board this ship.
“Two hundred and thirteen thousand, five hundred and eight to one and falling…”
That wasn’t what concerned him though. The problem was that, having never made it to the bathroom, he had a rapidly increasing need to find a toilet…
Up in the cockpit of the Heart of Gold, Trillian paused in her countdown and stared at the screen. “Er, guys?”
No-one replied at first. Arthur was searching through the Guide, determined to find somewhere in the Galaxy which served tea (denial wasn’t just a river in Egypt. Well, it wasn’t even that any more); Ford was perusing a towel catalogue; and Zaphod had discovered a three-hour special on him on MTV 342, and was currently basking in his ego. And Marvin… well, he certainly wasn’t skipping about making daisy chains.
“Guys?” repeated Trillian more loudly, “Frodo Baggins is in the Improbability Drive.”
They all looked up.
“Who?” said Ford in bewilderment.
“Isn’t he a wizard?” asked Arthur, frowning.
“They’re looking at my childhood!” said Zaphod gleefully, “Trying to figure out where it all went wrong.”
“Probably when the nurse said you were cute,” said Ford, “First initiated the idea that all women adore you.”
“Most do…”
“Er,” interrupted Trillian loudly, “Frodo Baggins is actually the main character in ‘The Lord of the Rings’. He was declared missing on FandomNet a few hours ago.”
“So how did he end up here?” said Ford in confusion.
“Probably some incredible series of events…. But mainly because of the Improbability Drive.”
“Man,” said Zaphod, shaking his heads, “We really out to stop using that thing…”
“Ohh, but it’s fun!” said Ford in horror, “Remember when we left Marvin in there? He grew fur!”
“Oh yeah…” grinned Zaphod reminiscently.
“Should we send Marvin to get him?” suggested Arthur.
“No – he just watched ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’. Asking him to do such a menial task might just push him over the edge.”
“Get going, monkey man,” said Zaphod. Arthur sighed and trudged off to the Improbability Drive.
“Marvin must be the only person who interprets ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ as a tragic overview of how we’re all in denial that our lives are pointless, and will conjure up fantasies to distract us from our ever-approaching inevitable deaths,” observed Ford.
“Well, I don’t think it was the message the studios were going for,” said Trillian.
Meanwhile, Frodo was staggering out of the Improbability Drive, checking that he wasn’t a lawn ornament. For a few tense seconds he thought that he might still have some porcelain toes, but then he realized everything was all right, and breathed a sigh of relief – and also breathed out a small carrot. Not completely recovered from the Improbability Drive, then.
“Ahem.”
Frodo span round to see Arthur Dent standing behind him. Still in his dressing gown.
“Hello,” said Frodo, “I’m Frodo Baggins.”
“I certainly hope so,” said Arthur, “I wouldn’t personally want any more hobbits down here. Just one’s enough to be dealing with. I’m Arthur Dent. Aren’t you the hero of the ‘Lord of the Rings’ fandom?”
“Er,” said Frodo, “I guess so. And you?”
“Apparently, hero of the ‘Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ fandom. Though I don’t feel like I did anything particularly heroic.”
Frodo smiled. “I thought so. You had the air of an ‘everyman hero of classic English fandom’ about you.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes.”
Arthur smiled slightly too. “How do you feel about tea?”
*guilt evaporates*
*sighs in relief*
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 20, 2005 10:46:51 GMT -5
Thank you! Now, I just have to re-read the rest of the story, so I can remember what is going on...this isn't a dig at the rate of updates Katie, but a piece of self-mockery at my memory when it comes to fanfics...
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