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Re: [B7L] Deliverance
by Harriet Monkhouse 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Neil wrote: >(1) Meegat doesn't really misuse Avon. How do you know what her intentions are? The only thing we know about her is that she has the ability to keep a straight face in the most preposterous situations. Jacqueline said: >Asimov told the student that he hadn't consciously > put any of that symbolism in there. I've always suspected this about Shakespeare. Harriet

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Re: Blakes7 digest, Vol 1 #29 - 9 msgs
by chris.gaiger 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Please do not send me any more messages. I have tired to cancel this service too numerous times to mention!!!! ----- Original Message ----- From: <blakes7-request(a)lysator.liu.se> To: <blakes7(a)lists.lysator.liu.se> Sent: Saturday, February 03, 2001 11:01 AM Subject: Blakes7 digest, Vol 1 #29 - 9 msgs > Send Blakes7 mailing list submissions to > blakes7(a)lysator.liu.se > > To subscribe or unsubscribe via the World Wide Web, visit > http://lists.lysator.liu.se/mailman/listinfo/blakes7 > or, via email, send a message with subject or body 'help' to > blakes7-request(a)lysator.liu.se > > You can reach the person managing the list at > blakes7-admin(a)lysator.liu.se > > When replying, please edit your Subject line so it is more specific > than "Re: Contents of Blakes7 digest..." > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- > Today's Topics: > > 1. Re: Re: Deliverance (Betty Ragan) > 2. Re: Groundhog Day (Julia Jones) > 3. Re: Re: If You weren't the Only Avon in the World (was Deliverance) (Sally Manton) > 4. Re: Deliverance (Neil Faulkner) > 5. Re: Re: Deliverance (Jacqueline Thijsen) > 6. Re: Re: Time loops (Una McCormack) > 7. Dream (Natasa Tucev) > 8. Re: Re: Time loops (Alison Page) > 9. Re: Re: Deliverance (Neil Faulkner) >

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Re: [B7L] Why not Captain Tarrant
by Marian de Haan 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Sally wrote: >Marian wrote: >>To me this indicates that he'd prefer to leave the command of Liberator to Tarrant or any other of the crew, and is only taking up the task - against his will - when none of them proves up to the job.<< ><grin> the fact that under Ye Democratic System he seems to have lost the vote more often than not couldn't have anything to do with his decision, oh no no no .....< No <grin>. But when sufficiently motivated to commandeer the ship, Avon can be every bit as determined, callous and disregarding of his crew's wishes as Blake :-). Marian

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Re: [B7L] Deliverance
by Marian de Haan 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Neil wrote: >Because some people confine their focus of attention to the regular characters (or just a selection of them, maybe even just one) and define the significance of any action or interaction with reference to those characters and *nothing else*.< You mean there are other ways of watching the show? :-) Marian (still not *quite* convinced that the penguins are canonical :-)) (Anyone not knowing what I'm talking about should check out http://homepages.tesco.net/~N.Faulkner/blakes7/darkheart/darkheart.htm )

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Re: [B7L] Warlord
by Marian de Haan 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

M. wrote: >Just watched Warlord again, does anyone else think Tarrant acts more like a teenager with Avon the guardian/ adult figure, at the end. <snip> It's just he's supposed to be a hardened space 'privateer', rebel, going around the galaxy. He's supposed to have a hardened an edge, understand the realities. Yet he seems a little niave and it's not just this episode. Maybe some-one can help me out with the episodes, but apart from Avon becoming boss-man, he also seeems to become the paternal figure with Vila the friendly uncle!!??< I've mentioned before, I think, how to my mind the S3 crew resemble a family, with Avon as the reluctant father, Cally as the tired, disillusioned mother, Vila as the tolerated uncle and Tarrant an Dayna as the highspirited, reckless children. (Although both Tarrant and Dayna are supposed to be older, to me their behaviour often seems like that of teeangers.) Your observation has made me aware how this comparison can be extended to S4, with the mother gone and the father having brought in a new, much younger wife. Initially the children and new wife tread warily around each other (Soolin doesn't get much to do in the first few S4 episodes). Gradually they develop a workable relationship but the new wife always remains a bit of an outsider. Marian

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Re: [B7L] Why not Captain Tarrant (was Deliverance)
by Marian de Haan 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Carol Mc wrote re Avon: >Except he didn't get it right any more often than any of our other rebel leaders. Avon lost Liberator, Cally and Scorpio (to name just a few of the times when he was less than competent).< That's true. I blame the Ultra - neither Avon nor Cally seem to recover completely from having their mind sucked out. In Moloch both are extraordinarlily slow, Cally not starting straight away on changing the teleport wavelength and Avon forgetting to check for surveillance devices. In Death Watch Avon goes about like a zombie and Cally doesn't seem much more awake. Terminal has Avon acting at his most stupid, and after that it's downhill all the way. This leads me to the conclusion that during the extraction or reinstallation of Avon's mind some vital part must have been damaged irreversibly. (There, I knew I could come up with an excuse for Terminal :-) ) Marian

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Re: [B7L] If You weren't the Only Avon in the World (was Deliverance)
by Ellynne G. 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

On Fri, 02 Feb 2001 14:51:44 -0800 Mistral <mistral(a)centurytel.net> writes: > Sally Manton wrote: > > > How about the fun we'd have if we substituted Piri for someone > (Cally?) > > Actually, the character I want to substitute for Cally isn't from B7 > at > all - she's Drusilla, No fair! I was trying to work her into a story! Actually, I was thinking of having Albion overridden by Federation forces and Grant finding himself . . . 'rescued' . . . by two rather unlikely heroes. It was just part of a story I'm still toying with, but here's the opening scene. Waking slowly, Grant was aware of a woman's fingers stroking through his hair, his head cradled in her lap, as she sang in a crooning, discordant voice, "Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming of the joys of night." Slowly, he opened his eyes. Even more slowly, as if it were an image rising from deep in the sea, her face came swimming into focus. He saw olive skin framed in night dark hair. Equally dark, dreaming eyes looked down at him without seeming to notice he was there. He tried to get up, but she gently restrained him, one hand across his chest, the other now softly brushing his face as she sang, "Sweet babe, in thy face, Soft desires I can trace." Somewhere, in the distance, he heard the rumble of thunder. No, not thunder. Memory came flooding back. Albion was under attack. There'd been fighting, bombs. He remembered making his last stand against the Federation troops. Years ago, he'd helped free this world from them. Then, he'd stayed here, adopting it as his home, helping them rebuild, defending it during the chaos of the Galactic War, helping Albion carve out its niche in the new galaxy that had arisen in the war's aftermath. Finally, choosing to stay and fight to the last as the Federation rose from its ashes and began to reclaim its lost worlds. He remembered the troops breaking through, he had thrown a grenade, knowing it would bring the roof down on all of them. Then nothing. "Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep, Little sorrows sit and weep. Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles," Del caught her stroking hand, stopping her. "What . . ." he croaked. He tried again, "What's . . . happened? Where . . . ?" "Dru, how's it going?" a man called. Grant looked and saw a Federation soldier. He jerked, trying to get up. The woman held him down, her grip like steel. "Sh, poppet," she said, "you'll hurt yourself. Rest." "Dru?" the man asked. Stroking Grant's hair, the woman said, "You're frightening the little lamb, Spike." She began to sing again. "Round and round the blackberry bush, the lamb is caught-" "I'm sure it is, Dru," the trooper said, "but how's he?" "Poor little lamb is tired, Spike. You woke him, and he was having such a good sleep, like a little angel." "I'm sure he was." The trooper crouched beside them. "How about it, Grant, feel up to moving?" Grant struggled uselessly against her grip. "You can shoot me, but don't expect me to help you." The trooper groaned. "Oh, get off the testosterone, mate. In case you didn't notice, Dru and I are on your side." "Are we, Spike?" the woman asked, childishly curious. "Poor little bird, I think his side's lost. So many dead people back there. Like when my angel found me. So many dead." She licked her lips. "Such a sad, sad waste." "We're on not on their side," the man said patiently, "just his." "So sad," the woman crooned, "so many gone. So lost, so pretty, so sad. And my tummy's all rumbly. Why are we on his side, Spike? Why not the one that's winning?" "Because they aren't paying us." He pulled off his helmet, revealing a nonregulation haircut bleached white. Too short to be a Space Rat's, Grant thought, but not a trooper, either. "Look, mate, we're here to get you out of this. Now, do you want to come or not? If you say yes, we'll help you out of here. If you say no, we'll hit you over the head and carry you out. So, make up your mind." "Yes," The man nodded curtly and pulled his helmet back on. "OK, Dru, let him up. Let's get moving. I'd like to get him out before sunrise." The woman laughed as if this was funny. She rose in a single, fluid motion, taking Grant up with her. He staggered uncertainly. The man caught him, slinging his arm across his shoulder and helping him along. The woman produced a large cape from somewhere, the kind a Federation official might wear, covering his Albion uniform. There was blood on it. "Who . . . ?" Grant tried to ask. "I'm Spike," his rescuer said, "and that's Drusilla. Just a friendly warning, mate, you can look but don't touch. Dru's feeling a might peckish. She might take your hand off." Grant ignored the joke, sticking to his question. "No, who sent you?" Spike laughed, "I know you won't believe this, mate, but you could say it was a friend of the family." "Family," Grant repeated, not knowing what he meant. "Mine, yours, somebody's. Look, throw in enough money and I'll call President Servalan Daddy.' I - Hey, Dru! Put down the mutoid serum! You know what it does to you!" Ellynne ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.

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If You weren't the Only Avon in the World (was Deliverance)
by Sally Manton 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Had another thought re Mistral's ... <Can we just substitute the Precious one for the Snarly one, all the way through the series? Oh, what a lark!> How about the fun we'd have if we substituted Piri for someone (Cally?) Or maybe Jarvik for Gan? _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com.

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filk at Redemption
by Judith Proctor 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

Sorry, when I said Kathy Hunter would be bringing filk for the dealers room, I should have said Kathy Sands! Comes of typing late at night with sore wrists. I'd ask her what she's bringing, but she's already over here for the filk convntion this weekend, so off-line. Judith -- http://www.hermit.org/Blakes7 - Fanzines for Blake's 7, B7 Filk songs, pictures, news, Conventions past and present, Blake's 7 fan clubs, Gareth Thomas, etc. (also non-Blake's 7 zines at http://www.knightwriter.org ) Redemption '01 23-25 Feb 2001 http://www.smof.com/redemption/

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Dream
by Natasa Tucev 03 Feb '01

03 Feb '01

I had an interesting B7 dream last night which I thought I'd share with you. In this dream, Blake is sitting on a bench in a park. A wonderful detail is greyish, but completely compact sky, which looks like it's real, but at the same time I know it's just the roof top of a dome with something like artificial firmament. The 'narrator's voice' in my dream tells me Blake is still fighting the Federation and still facing impossible odds. He is approached by a bunch of kids. One of them comes closer and points a toy gun at him. The boy is one of those beautiful, angel or cupid-like kids with blond hair and big eyes, but the gun is exactly the same as the one Avon pointed at him in the final episode. Now I see the whole scene through Blake's eyes. He sees nothing but the face and the gun. He keeps telling himself it's just a child with a toy gun, but his whole body stiffens and he's on the verge of doing something irrational. My dream doesn't tell me if this is PGP Blake who remembers what Avon did to him, or PWB Blake who stiffens simply because he is aware of how children are brought up in a militant, ruthless spirit. (In the second part of my dream, Blake is playing football. Slightly boiling over about the waist, but oh what wonderful legs...) N.

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