Sorry 'bout the long wait but I've been very busy. Am not going to say
stuff to reviewers this time, have limited computer time. Anyway, am doing
Lyra and Will's first meeting.
Will senses something behind the last door. He knows, somehow, that the room is not empty. Thinking that maybe they're just shy but will want to make friends, he opens the door. "HOLY $#!^!"
Lyra jumps up, shrieking. "Comment defi vous! Vous avez env ahi mon intimite! Vous etes si stupid! Je vous deteste! Mais l'homme sont vous attirant!" (How dare you! You invaded my privacy! You are so stupid! I hate you! But man are you sexy!)
Will wonders why she is speaking French. After all, isn't this a story about English people? "Hey, why are you speaking French?" he asks her.
Lyra looks puzzled, then says, "¿Francés? ¡No hablaba francés! ¡Hablo inglés! ¡Usted es el quién está hablando en idiomas extrañas!" (French? I was not speaking French! You are the one who's speaking in weird languages!)
Now Will is REALLY confused, so says something completely off the subject to see if it will startle her into speaking English. He also wonders what the **** is wrong with Philip Pullman. "Umm.how do you have a polar bear in this climate? This is a temperate climate, maybe almost tropical, and that's an arctic animal."
Lyra, in her turn, wonders why he would ask that when it's SO obvious that this is NOT a temper-oh. So instead she wonders where his dæmon is. "Dieses ist ein arktisches Klima - OH-. Gut wo ist Ihr dæmon? Weil Sie noch scheinen, lebendig zu sein, verflucht es. Sie verwirrten herauf die Geschichte! Ich soll kommen, berstend aus der Tür und Sie angreifen, und dann verwirklichen wir, was wir Freunde sind und bilden! Weil Barney sagt, sollten wir Freunde bilden. Sind Sie mein Freund?" (This IS an arctic climate -oh. Well, where's your dæmon? Because you still seem to be alive, damn it. You messed up the story! I'm supposed to come bursting out the door and attack you, and then we realize what we are and make friends! Because Barney says we should make friends. Will you be my friend?)
Will, getting annoyed with all the language stuff, decides that maybe this is a fic. The author confirms this.
A: Yep, this is a fic. Alright, Lyra will speak English now. But that was FUN!
Will: I don't care. Stop!
A:
Now that everything is straightened out, Will says to Lyra, " What's your name, Lyra? What do you want to do now? Ohh, I know. We'll go down to the kitchen and I'll show you a refridgerator and omelettes and baked beans and you can be astounded. How does that sound?
Lyra thinks this would be, like, totally, like, cool, and says so. "Oh, Will. That would be so, totally, like, cool! My name is..is.." she whispers to Pan. "What's my name?"
Pan wonders what is wrong with Lyra and says, "Duh. Antonia." Lyra thinks Pan is a genius and says "My name is Antonia."
Will thinks about this. She sure doesn't look like an Antonia to him. "Ok. But..can I call you Lyra?"
Lyra is confused. "Why would you do that?"
Will thinks. "Well.I think that's actually your name."
Lyra thinks about this. She likes the name, so says "You're right! That IS my name! Gosh, Will. You're so smart!"
Will is pleased. He has a friend! Yay! Ooh, he's so excited. They can play Barbies and watch Barney together! "Oh Will," Lyra says. "That would be wonderful!"
And, without even wondering how Lyra managed to read his thoughts, Will walks down the stairs, followed by Lyra, who keeps tripping for some.../strange/ reason.
I bet that was bad but who cares. I don't. I blame it on the muses. If you flame me, they'll take the flames and toast marshmallows.
Incurelf.
Will senses something behind the last door. He knows, somehow, that the room is not empty. Thinking that maybe they're just shy but will want to make friends, he opens the door. "HOLY $#!^!"
Lyra jumps up, shrieking. "Comment defi vous! Vous avez env ahi mon intimite! Vous etes si stupid! Je vous deteste! Mais l'homme sont vous attirant!" (How dare you! You invaded my privacy! You are so stupid! I hate you! But man are you sexy!)
Will wonders why she is speaking French. After all, isn't this a story about English people? "Hey, why are you speaking French?" he asks her.
Lyra looks puzzled, then says, "¿Francés? ¡No hablaba francés! ¡Hablo inglés! ¡Usted es el quién está hablando en idiomas extrañas!" (French? I was not speaking French! You are the one who's speaking in weird languages!)
Now Will is REALLY confused, so says something completely off the subject to see if it will startle her into speaking English. He also wonders what the **** is wrong with Philip Pullman. "Umm.how do you have a polar bear in this climate? This is a temperate climate, maybe almost tropical, and that's an arctic animal."
Lyra, in her turn, wonders why he would ask that when it's SO obvious that this is NOT a temper-oh. So instead she wonders where his dæmon is. "Dieses ist ein arktisches Klima - OH-. Gut wo ist Ihr dæmon? Weil Sie noch scheinen, lebendig zu sein, verflucht es. Sie verwirrten herauf die Geschichte! Ich soll kommen, berstend aus der Tür und Sie angreifen, und dann verwirklichen wir, was wir Freunde sind und bilden! Weil Barney sagt, sollten wir Freunde bilden. Sind Sie mein Freund?" (This IS an arctic climate -oh. Well, where's your dæmon? Because you still seem to be alive, damn it. You messed up the story! I'm supposed to come bursting out the door and attack you, and then we realize what we are and make friends! Because Barney says we should make friends. Will you be my friend?)
Will, getting annoyed with all the language stuff, decides that maybe this is a fic. The author confirms this.
A: Yep, this is a fic. Alright, Lyra will speak English now. But that was FUN!
Will: I don't care. Stop!
A:
Now that everything is straightened out, Will says to Lyra, " What's your name, Lyra? What do you want to do now? Ohh, I know. We'll go down to the kitchen and I'll show you a refridgerator and omelettes and baked beans and you can be astounded. How does that sound?
Lyra thinks this would be, like, totally, like, cool, and says so. "Oh, Will. That would be so, totally, like, cool! My name is..is.." she whispers to Pan. "What's my name?"
Pan wonders what is wrong with Lyra and says, "Duh. Antonia." Lyra thinks Pan is a genius and says "My name is Antonia."
Will thinks about this. She sure doesn't look like an Antonia to him. "Ok. But..can I call you Lyra?"
Lyra is confused. "Why would you do that?"
Will thinks. "Well.I think that's actually your name."
Lyra thinks about this. She likes the name, so says "You're right! That IS my name! Gosh, Will. You're so smart!"
Will is pleased. He has a friend! Yay! Ooh, he's so excited. They can play Barbies and watch Barney together! "Oh Will," Lyra says. "That would be wonderful!"
And, without even wondering how Lyra managed to read his thoughts, Will walks down the stairs, followed by Lyra, who keeps tripping for some.../strange/ reason.
I bet that was bad but who cares. I don't. I blame it on the muses. If you flame me, they'll take the flames and toast marshmallows.
Incurelf.
