Black Hat Brigade: Episode 41
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wingedbeastEstablishing Shot Exterior: The Multiverse Multi-port. The camera-side of the port is an airport with a grassy lawn by a parking lot. To the left is a lush coach port and a mid evil village. To the right is a stagecoach mail pickup amidst a desert. Opposite the camera, you can see a sea port with a ship at port sporting a black flag.
The Camera moves over and shifts just by one degree and the stagecoach disappears, replaced by a futuristic, undersea, submarine airlock. The sea port disappears to be replaced by a star-filled space-port.
Close up shots sequence through multiple signs in multiple languages, each seeming to say the same thing. The camera rests on a sign in English.
Sign reads: Warning! Attempts to comprehend the architecture and geography of the Multiverse Multi-port are connected to nose-bleeds, migraines, and exploding heads. Do not attempt! Multiverse Multi-port will not be held responsible.
The camera pans to the side to show a wide open, two story fashion shop, the sign above reading "The All Purpose Fashion Experience".
The First Floor centers on a currently-not-in-use fashion runway. To the right you see sample dress from various cultures and canons. To the right, you see tables where customers can consult with designers for the perfect, high-end, customized outfit to suit their needs.
At one table, two Klingon women stand, sneering while a patient Ursula explains: Dearies, you have to understand, the silk goes under your leathers, holding things together and actually reinforcing the armored elements. It gives you style, poise and, if they think it indicates weakness. *chuckles* They'll pay for their own mistakes, now won't they?
Camera pans up to the second floor, an extended balcony along the side and back walls of the shop, dotted with styles of changing room.
A couple stands at the hand-rail, looking over the shop. Both look to be of Middle-Asian or Indian descent.
The man stands tall and proud in a well-fitted suit and tie. His black beard is full extends to a perfectly achieved curl at the end. Rings adorn all his fingers.
The woman is adorned in jeweled silk, colored gold and red.
The man: Dear wife, mother of my hopes, Lasaraleen.
Lasaraleen: Grand High Ambassador, Expository Title-Dropper, Husband.
Ambassador: I distinctly remember you only asking for such capital as to start, in your own words, a little boutique where you and your friends could gather and gossip and... I suppose other things depending upon the interpretations of various readers.
Lasaraleen: That you did. And, I did start a little fashion boutique for the other silly little fashion and gossip loving devalued ladies of the world of fiction. There are quite a lot of us, one of us being a pony which I did not expect. As they say, success breeds success.
Ambassador: And, the Black Hat Brigade?
Lasaraleen: They bring so many causes to my attention.
Ambassador: And, you so understanding of all of them.
Lasaraleen: Not in the slightest, now that you mention it. I suppose they could all be taking great advantage. But, they all seem to feel their needs so greatly. It is the natural thing, for those of our faith, to help regardless.
Ambassador: Yes, which faith is that?
Lasaraleen: Calormen faith, something to do with a being called Tash?
Ambassador: Yes, but are we an insulting colonial depiction of Islam or an insulting colonial depiction of Hinduism? In this meeting, should I take care to avoid beef or pork?
Lasaraleen: I'm entirely certain that C. S. Lewis wouldn't even know the difference between one distant faith and another. Best to avoid both. Still, both do consider charity and consideration for others to be high values.
Ambassador: Just one of many things about our characters that are, completely by authorial indifference and obliviousness, left up in the air. Such as our marriage. How...
Lasaraleen: Am I more than visiting and gossipping with my dear lady friends? I don't suppose that Lewis would have intended that any more than he could possibly have intended for us to have anything close to a happy marriage.
Ambassador: And yet, there it is, the text seems to go out of its way to make sure that both seem like possibilities.
Lasaraleen: I find it difficult to understand or care about what he wanted to view as possibilities. The one element of the Black Hat Brigade that I do understand is the need for justice for those wronged by their canon.
Ambassador: And, Calormen in general have been wronged.
Lasaraleen: Indeed. All of these wrongs he piles upon the Calormen, for their views of women and marriage and it all being such a grave sin that those views aren't held in relation to the right office-holder in the form of a big, magic cat that won't even heal a Mouse's cut tail without other Mice to shame him into it.
Ambassador: That part seems to offend you, personally.
Lasaraleen: It has to do with yet more of my character that Lewis never understood. I can be grateful to him that I need for nothing. My desires are for wealth in which to luxuriate and a high society in which to mingle and gossip. I have both. I am not cursed with starvation or disease or crushing concerns for calamities befalling loved ones. I am so distant from these concerns that I can never comprehend them and, as far as my existence is I find that ignorance to be no great burden. I will never be vexed with that Disney Princess desire for the nebulous "more".
Lasaraleen: Yet, as much as I may not comprehend the burdens upon others, I still reach out my hand to help and ask nothing. I certainly do not demand that they worship me or claim that sharing these virtues means that they already do. How selfish and monstrous would I have to be?
Lasaraleen: A comprehension of morality that says that the only great sin isn't to see those in need and not help, but to be the wrong person as you do? Worse than that, to make others beg and perform for help that you can give without cost? I find myself greatly offended in a way that my character was never intended to feel.
Lasaraleen: Of all the things I don't understand, to have the ability to help so easily and with so little cost, to not do so and to still be called good, that is the one that vexes me.
Ambassador reaches out to put a comforting hand on Lasaraleen's shoulder.
Lasaraleen takes a breath and waves away the uncomfortable feelings.: Still, leave that aside. I am well positioned that, when I hear of someone who needs some kind of help, I am in ready position to help. Fashion shows for charity, hiring people at living wages, the odd smuggling someone out of a canon within a rolled up carpet. By the way, I'll have redecorated by the time you get back, I have so many new fabrics and patterns to show off.
Lasaraleen takes a breath of a moment to look at her husband: So, this thing you're wearing to go meet with the Japanese corporations of Ghost in the Shell...
Ambassador: It does not suit me at all. Why, if I am going to Japan, must I wear clothes popularized in Europe and America?
Lasaraleen shrugs: It is what it is. I'll have a proper robe ready for you when you return. Though, I will say that this suit does a better job of showing off your improved physique.
Ambassador: Thank you for noticing, wife. At first, I was skeptical about Gaston putting out an exercise tape, then I gave it a try. I still refuse to sing along, but results speak for themselves.
The Camera moves over and shifts just by one degree and the stagecoach disappears, replaced by a futuristic, undersea, submarine airlock. The sea port disappears to be replaced by a star-filled space-port.
Close up shots sequence through multiple signs in multiple languages, each seeming to say the same thing. The camera rests on a sign in English.
Sign reads: Warning! Attempts to comprehend the architecture and geography of the Multiverse Multi-port are connected to nose-bleeds, migraines, and exploding heads. Do not attempt! Multiverse Multi-port will not be held responsible.
The camera pans to the side to show a wide open, two story fashion shop, the sign above reading "The All Purpose Fashion Experience".
The First Floor centers on a currently-not-in-use fashion runway. To the right you see sample dress from various cultures and canons. To the right, you see tables where customers can consult with designers for the perfect, high-end, customized outfit to suit their needs.
At one table, two Klingon women stand, sneering while a patient Ursula explains: Dearies, you have to understand, the silk goes under your leathers, holding things together and actually reinforcing the armored elements. It gives you style, poise and, if they think it indicates weakness. *chuckles* They'll pay for their own mistakes, now won't they?
Camera pans up to the second floor, an extended balcony along the side and back walls of the shop, dotted with styles of changing room.
A couple stands at the hand-rail, looking over the shop. Both look to be of Middle-Asian or Indian descent.
The man stands tall and proud in a well-fitted suit and tie. His black beard is full extends to a perfectly achieved curl at the end. Rings adorn all his fingers.
The woman is adorned in jeweled silk, colored gold and red.
The man: Dear wife, mother of my hopes, Lasaraleen.
Lasaraleen: Grand High Ambassador, Expository Title-Dropper, Husband.
Ambassador: I distinctly remember you only asking for such capital as to start, in your own words, a little boutique where you and your friends could gather and gossip and... I suppose other things depending upon the interpretations of various readers.
Lasaraleen: That you did. And, I did start a little fashion boutique for the other silly little fashion and gossip loving devalued ladies of the world of fiction. There are quite a lot of us, one of us being a pony which I did not expect. As they say, success breeds success.
Ambassador: And, the Black Hat Brigade?
Lasaraleen: They bring so many causes to my attention.
Ambassador: And, you so understanding of all of them.
Lasaraleen: Not in the slightest, now that you mention it. I suppose they could all be taking great advantage. But, they all seem to feel their needs so greatly. It is the natural thing, for those of our faith, to help regardless.
Ambassador: Yes, which faith is that?
Lasaraleen: Calormen faith, something to do with a being called Tash?
Ambassador: Yes, but are we an insulting colonial depiction of Islam or an insulting colonial depiction of Hinduism? In this meeting, should I take care to avoid beef or pork?
Lasaraleen: I'm entirely certain that C. S. Lewis wouldn't even know the difference between one distant faith and another. Best to avoid both. Still, both do consider charity and consideration for others to be high values.
Ambassador: Just one of many things about our characters that are, completely by authorial indifference and obliviousness, left up in the air. Such as our marriage. How...
Lasaraleen: Am I more than visiting and gossipping with my dear lady friends? I don't suppose that Lewis would have intended that any more than he could possibly have intended for us to have anything close to a happy marriage.
Ambassador: And yet, there it is, the text seems to go out of its way to make sure that both seem like possibilities.
Lasaraleen: I find it difficult to understand or care about what he wanted to view as possibilities. The one element of the Black Hat Brigade that I do understand is the need for justice for those wronged by their canon.
Ambassador: And, Calormen in general have been wronged.
Lasaraleen: Indeed. All of these wrongs he piles upon the Calormen, for their views of women and marriage and it all being such a grave sin that those views aren't held in relation to the right office-holder in the form of a big, magic cat that won't even heal a Mouse's cut tail without other Mice to shame him into it.
Ambassador: That part seems to offend you, personally.
Lasaraleen: It has to do with yet more of my character that Lewis never understood. I can be grateful to him that I need for nothing. My desires are for wealth in which to luxuriate and a high society in which to mingle and gossip. I have both. I am not cursed with starvation or disease or crushing concerns for calamities befalling loved ones. I am so distant from these concerns that I can never comprehend them and, as far as my existence is I find that ignorance to be no great burden. I will never be vexed with that Disney Princess desire for the nebulous "more".
Lasaraleen: Yet, as much as I may not comprehend the burdens upon others, I still reach out my hand to help and ask nothing. I certainly do not demand that they worship me or claim that sharing these virtues means that they already do. How selfish and monstrous would I have to be?
Lasaraleen: A comprehension of morality that says that the only great sin isn't to see those in need and not help, but to be the wrong person as you do? Worse than that, to make others beg and perform for help that you can give without cost? I find myself greatly offended in a way that my character was never intended to feel.
Lasaraleen: Of all the things I don't understand, to have the ability to help so easily and with so little cost, to not do so and to still be called good, that is the one that vexes me.
Ambassador reaches out to put a comforting hand on Lasaraleen's shoulder.
Lasaraleen takes a breath and waves away the uncomfortable feelings.: Still, leave that aside. I am well positioned that, when I hear of someone who needs some kind of help, I am in ready position to help. Fashion shows for charity, hiring people at living wages, the odd smuggling someone out of a canon within a rolled up carpet. By the way, I'll have redecorated by the time you get back, I have so many new fabrics and patterns to show off.
Lasaraleen takes a breath of a moment to look at her husband: So, this thing you're wearing to go meet with the Japanese corporations of Ghost in the Shell...
Ambassador: It does not suit me at all. Why, if I am going to Japan, must I wear clothes popularized in Europe and America?
Lasaraleen shrugs: It is what it is. I'll have a proper robe ready for you when you return. Though, I will say that this suit does a better job of showing off your improved physique.
Ambassador: Thank you for noticing, wife. At first, I was skeptical about Gaston putting out an exercise tape, then I gave it a try. I still refuse to sing along, but results speak for themselves.
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Date: 2016-07-08 02:46 pm (UTC)...and if Lewis makes me angrier the older I get. >.< I loved those books, and when I tried to reread them I had so much trouble seeing anything past the propaganda. I'm pretty sad about it.
>> I still refuse to sing along, but results speak for themselves.
*lol*