Dear Santa,
I realize that you are, in actuality, a remarkably persistent meme in the Jungian tradition; generated from a mixture of European pagan and early Christian beliefs and mutating non-essential traits to adapt to cultural contexts. I also realize that I am considered by my society to be too old to write to you. However, as you already know, I am crazy, so I am able to bypass these limits and write you for Christmas. I hope you don't mind. If you do, does that mean you are real?
I have tried to make your job easier by calculating my own naughty-to-nice ratio, but I am unsure what algorithms you employ regarding extenuating circumstances. Depending on the scale used, I am at best 78.8 percent nice and at worst 23.125 percent nice. I can explain most of it. Somewhat. I think. Please don't hold the rest against me, though. What is the normative range, by the way?
If you are still interested, here are my Christmas wishes. Even if you don't bring me mine, maybe you can give the others theirs.
For my best friend, Kaylee: A new induction field monitor, and a set of three Shipstone grade IV rechargeable batteries. I am not sure why she wants the latter, but it involves my brother and compression coil schematics.
For my brother, Simon: A clue. Please. It is very, very important that you get this for him, since he cannot seem to find one himself. Also, a new pair of shoes if you cannot find a big enough clue.
For Jayne (who is actually a boy even though he has a girl's name): A new shirt. A new hat. A Callahan full-bore vacuum case with auto-filtering. A chance for Mattie to beat him running up Cobb Hill, again.
For my playmate, Wash: An Argentinosaurus huinculensis . Fake would be okay. Real would be somewhat problematic if we are not on land when you arrive. Proof that Zoë loves and accepts him.
For Zoë: A large bottle of bubble bath. A letter from her family. Proof that Wash loves and accepts her.
For Kaylee's jie-jie, Inara: A long life. Five yards of s
And the invididual requests for the crew? All completely brilliant, but Simon's was da bomb! Biggest clue Santa can find indeed;D
BEB
P.S. Other than maybe Kaylee, I can't really see anyone actually writing to Santa. Though arguments can be made for Wash and Jayne:D
I can actually see just about every crew member writing to Santa, if not putting the pen to paper - only because they all could use something, and have wishes.
I think a better experiment/prompt would be each of the crew's new year's wishes and/or resolutions ... now that could be interesting.
I dunno if you'd want to do the other characters. I think this is just perfect as a standalone. Doing everyone else might ruin how special and right on this one is.
Nicely done!
Awww, that was very sweet. Maybe add: And for the fans, Serenity II. ;)
You can't take the sky from me
*The scene opens with a camera pointed at the deck, which then swivels up at a fast rate to quickly bypass then return to a Blue Sun T-shirt, which if fuzzes out of focus for a second. As the camera stabilizes, the person holding it takes a step back and the auto-focus kicks in again, resolving into the upper body of one Jayne Cobb*
*Jayne fidgets for a minute, obviously feeling somewhat self-concious and assanine about this, but continues anyway, putting on his false gruffness despite the slight edge of hope one can hear in his voice.*
"Arright, Not sure how I'm supposed to do this...but I'll just say what's in my head." *cough*
"Dear Sanna,
I know I ain't too good with words an' the like, I never been good at puttin' 'em together. Actually, that's why I'm doin' this as a video. I can't write worth a crap, but I wanted you ta know how I feel."
*he fidgets again, as though not sure he wants to go on, then eventually does so despite his obvious misgivings.*
"Anyway, Most people say you ain't real. I know you brought me things when I was home with the folks, but since I left I ain't heard or seen from ya. Mom says you visit an' leave stuff for me, which she sends to me, but for some reason, everyone else onboard seems ta snicker at me when she does. Maybe this year you could come to Serenity an' prove 'em wrong."
*He shrugs, then speaks again, seeming to gain steam.*
"Anyway, Christmas gifts. Now, I know I ain't the kinda guy who asks for things for other people, but this year...well...I'm still not. Bring Mal a nice big lump a coal. He deserves it for always raggin' on me.
"Get Kaylee a man, so she'll stop her whining for ten seconds so I don't have to listen to 'er.
"Get Wash better flyin' skills. I'm sick 'a all the bumpy rides I knock my head on cause he don't know what the hell he's doin' up there.
"Give Zoe a bit o' freedom. That damn woman is attached to Mal's hip, no matter how much she claims to be married to Wash. Mebbe if she grew a pair and stood up to Mal, he wouldn't be so full o' himself.
"Fer the Doc...well, get him an' that Moon-brain sister 'a his off the gorram ship. They'd be better off, an' so would I."
*He snickers for a second, then continues, really getting into it.*
"An' get Innara somethin' shiney. She deserves it for always puttin' up with Mal's crap.
"As fer me...well...Vera could always use a big sister. Vacuum casing for 'er would be nice too, but I know how spendy that can be...if'n ya can't get that, then I'd like some grenades with a lil' more kick, like them MarshalCorps T-4559 Frags. Most frags only have a standard amount of kick. Sometimes, if I'm in a tight place, a single gernade ain't enough to hold 'em back."
*he frowns for a second, then immediately gets defensive of his own comments*
"I mean, not that I ain't got what it takes to take 'em out myself, but sometimes there's just too many and you need a good, strong gernade...and too often all you've got on hand are the wimpy ones."
*he nods, seeming satisfied with the justification, and goes on*
"Anyhow, I could also use one of them new pistols...you know, the one with the contour grip an' hair trigger? I forget which company makes 'em, 'cause they're fresh on the market, but I hear tell they'll nail a feller in the head from fifty paces an' the kick ain't hardly nothin'."
*He sighs wistfully, as though he witnessed it as a fond memory, then moves towards the end*
"Well..If you see my folks before I do, tell 'em I love and miss 'em, an' that I know I haven't sent 'em anything in a bit, but we haven't had a good job. I'll be sure to send 'em some next time we pull somethin' good. An' tell Mattie to stop stressin' about a lovelife so much. Makes a person have even less luck. Just look at Kaylee.
"Well...I s'pose I'd better go...Oh, and don't tell any of the crew I sent you this, else I won't never hear the end of it, an' that'll put me in a right bad mood. Might be you Vera looks fer next time."
*He pauses for a minute,
*he nods, seeming satisfied with the justification, and goes on*
Vera <Can I volunteer?!!!>>
good on the Jayne response too mytharchangel.
MythArchangel: Very nice companion piece! Really like how you got Jayne's voice down.
PhyreLight: Hope you and your bro are having a peaceful holiday this year
valeriebean: If River can't figure the math out, I'm not gonna try to.
Happy holidays, everyone!
I love it when people get River that dead on, because I have a lot of trouble doing it.
Also, MythArchangel, I loved the Jayne companion piece, very funny! Again spot-on with the voice, and I like the little nod to Nathan's line from the Firefly bloopers.
Great work :-)
Favorite bits:
"For my brother Simon: a clue...a new pair of shoes if you cannot find a big enough clue." Hi-larious, without making River sound too disdainful of her brother (many authors fall into this trap).
"Could you cross-reference with God...?" In light of Book and River's conversations regarding the Bible, this was extra-special clever.
"I like you, even if you are not real. I'm not sure I am either." Sweet and sad at once, especially given her consciousness that she will never be the girl she was before.
The only fuzzy part for me was her wish list for Mal. My best guess is that River was the present opened before Christmas (she did come in a box), that the other presents were the rest of his crew, and that the straggler would be a kid of his own. How'd I do?
Great stuff!
Thank you all for the great comments!
*giggles*
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