Chapter 7
Phoebe gestured to Prue to pick up her camera.
“Well if you want anything done you have to do it yourself,” she muttered under her breath. Kneeling down to pick it up, a cold shiver consumed her body and she turned to stone as she felt a sharp pain to her head. She hunched up her shoulders and closed her eyes.
Phoebe was having another vision. Two in one day was getting to be a bit much. Reaction came like a douche of ice-cold water, setting her nerves tingling, her spine creeping, setting the room rocking about her. This time it was closer to home than she had expected or ever hoped.
She saw Prue struggling to get out of a glass obelisk. She described it as a glass menagerie, with sparkling diamond-shaped, peach, aqua and green lights. As if she was encased in a kaleidoscope. It would have been a beautiful picture had it not set the scene for something more ugly and sinister.
Phoebe didn’t really have that many visions about her sisters before. Only a few times about Piper and Prue. But usually she had worked out, with the help of her sisters, what they had meant in time and had been there to see them through before they turned into something more grim or serious even.
Phoebe invited Perdita back to her hotel to meet her sisters. Prue however was in no mood to converse with “that woman.” The vagabond thief who had stolen her outfit.; and her man. How tasteless. More especially since she had seen her with Kane and wasn’t too happy about it.
“Well what do you expect,” Phoebe commented. “They do work together and she’s known him longer.”
“You don’t have to defend me Phoebe. I don’t want to cause any trouble between any of you.” Perdita returned.
“After all the loser guys I’ve been with, all expect Andy, of course,” Prue paused, “A holiday fling is just what the doctor ordered. Four whole days not thinking about any serious commitments or attachments. At the end of the week I can just go home and it’ll be sayonara baby! No strings.”
Andy was Prue’s first true love and she thought they were destined to be together, until Andy had been killed by a demon. From then on it had been hard in the relationship department.
“But you don’t know him. You don’t know what he’s like. I for one agree with Perdita. He can’t be everything you think. She knows better.” Phoebe protested.
“So you’d trust the word of a stranger; a nobody. Little Miss Prim ’n’ Proper over me. She’s jealous, it’s written all over her face.” Prue glared madly at Perdita. She was in a huff.
“Prue I don’t know what’s gotten into you. Since meeting this Kane guy, he’s bought out the worst in you. To coin a cliché, he could be an axe murderer for all you know. What d’ya say Piper?”
“Leave me out of this. I know what Prue’s like when dating men and I don’t want to get caught in the middle again.”
“Coward. I feel closeness to her. Like I do with you and Piper. Like a special bond. We are related you know. I can instinctively feel it. In my vision I saw her name in our family tree.” Phoebe was defensive of Perdita.
“That doesn’t mean anything. Show me some hard evidence. Cold, compelling, conclusive.” Demanded Prue. Always the cold conveyor of sombre or sober news.
“For someone who has a dislike for lawyers, you’re sure beginning to sound like one Prue. Kane’s a lawyer. Do you doubt me? My visions haven’t been wrong before.” Phoebe was about to tell Prue about her vision but Perdita interrupted.
“Prue, I realize you don’t know me, or even want to know me and I do understand your reservations about trusting me, or even believing me; but I wouldn't lie. Not about something like this. I don't lie. I’ve nothing to gain.”
“Yeah, I can believe that coming from someone like you. What’s the line? “Trust me I’m a lawyer’. Lawyers lie; it’s an occupational hazard. They can’t help it.” Prue was right of course, to a certain degree.
“I’m no lawyer...”
“You’ve had your say. Both of you. Now I’m going on this lunch with Kane tomorrow whether you like it or not. Besides it’s more of a working lunch. I have to interview him for 415.” Prue was excited.
“Interview him?” Piper asked.
“Yes, it’s killing two birds with one stone. If I find romance in the midst of work then what’s the big deal?”
“We don’t trust him. He’s got shifty eyes. Piper noticed them. And another thing where was Kane when that demon made an entrance at the museum?” Phoebe was curious.
“Come to think of it Prue, where were you?” Piper chipped in.
“Powdering my nose or is that a crime now too? I heard a commotion and when I came back, I tried to redirect those fireballs but for some reason my powers didn’t work.”
“I’m starting to think this trip wasn’t a good idea. Not if you’re going to behave so irresponsibly.” Commented Phoebe.
“I’ve said all I’m going to say on the matter. Come to think of it, I shouldn’t have bothered spending all my hard earned money to bring you here. You’ve been so ungrateful and haven’t quit complaining since we arrived. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here and you Phoebe, you wouldn’t even have met your new friend! The talk’s over. I’m going to bed. Oh, by the way where did you get your outfit from Perdita? It’s so garish.” Prue was adamant in her decision and so was her stubbornness. Being in a new country, new town, had really turned her head and her thinking.
“Your dress? She can talk!” Phoebe finished.
“So what now?” Announced Piper.
“Not much we can do. If she doesn’t want to listen or be helped; there’s nothing more to do or say.” Phoebe had a sour note in her voice.
“I’m going to keep an eye on Kane. That’s all I can do. We were supposed to be in conference all day tomorrow, including over lunch.” Perdita tried to sound helpful.
Sunday 26 July 2015
Saturday 25 July 2015
Charmed "Wicca Becomes You" Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Prue eyed him from afar and studied him with her glittering, hard eyes. The mysterious man with the toothy, crooked grin.
“Hmm, perfect teeth.” She picked up her bag and flounced towards his direction. Then like a cunning vixen she maneuvered herself between him and the other person he was speaking to. Prue’s eyes dwelt with naïve pleasure on his handsome face. He looked even more luscious up close and personal.
“Oh hocus pocus,” she heard him say as his eyes slithered away from the other lawyers towards her. The stranger made a quarter turn and stared at Prue out of a pair of rather dreamy pale eyes set close to a narrow nose.
“Oh no, look Prue’s done it again” Piper said. “She’s found a positive hunk out of all these fuddy duddies here. Some sisters have all the luck.” She sounded jealous.
Prue thought she’d play it sheepish. With him being English he was probably rather reserved; as she looked attentively downwards and then slowly her eyes crept back to the meaty package of manliness. Six foot, dressed in a black pin stripe suit – how de rigueur.
“Hello. I’m Prue Halliwell. Are you here for the collection too?”
“Yes, I am actually. My chambers is handling the sponsorship and the legal formalities for the exhibition.”
As he opened his mouth, Prue was devoured by his melting voice. Chambers? Prue loved the sound of that word. Chambers as in bed she thought longingly.
“So you’re into P.R then?” She gushed timidly.
“No – not really – well, I suppose you could call it P.R of a certain nature. I’m actually a barrister.” He boasted.
“Oh a lawyer. Well I’ve left my lawyer jokes at home but I could have amused you with a lot, especially the, ‘How many lawyers does it take to change a lightbulb?’ ones.” Prue jibed with dry humor.
“Oh really. I always make a quick comeback from those. My personal favorite being “What do you call 100 clients at the bottom of the sea? Non compos mentis’. Do you get it?” Kane joked. “You’re American?” he queried. “In that case I shouldn’t have mentioned chambers then. Didn’t mean it to sound like a dungeon and I’ve been let out for good behavior.”
“Of course I am, silly! Let out to meet me. Perfect timing! I’m doing a photoshoot for my magazine, 415. So you must know plenty about this collection. I should interview you and probably take some shots too. If you don’t mind?” Enthused Prue.
“Well..” he appeared to consider. “If you take your drink here and dine with me, we shall see..”
With that the conversation sputtered to a stop. Prue imagined she was doing so well conversing with the English. Obviously looks weren’t everything and he seemed to be lacking personality.
“Oh I didn’t catch your name.” Prue added quickly.
“That’s probably because I didn’t throw it.” Kane uttered a snort, which ran through the museum like a pistol shot. “You know our name is one of the very first things we’re supposed to give. Excuse my manners. It’s Kane Willis-Kincaid.”
Prue said it to herself.
“Kane Kincaid just rolls off the tongue. That’s an unusual name.”
“Not really. It’s Kane with a ‘K’ and it pays to have a double-barreled name in my line of work. Rather posh wouldn’t you say,” as he gave her a wink.
***
Phoebe and Perdita wondered if they should say anything about what just happened or if they should just put it down to prosperity.
“Boy that was a strange episode.” Phoebe remarked frankly. “I’ve never been through anything like that before.”
“Anything like what? Having a simultaneous vision? This is new to me too. I never thought anyone else got visions. This sounds silly I know, but when I first realized I had the power to alter peoples’ thoughts and used to get weird visions, I used to put it down to my name. It’s quite unique you know.” Perdita declared.
Phoebe was flabbergasted to find a complete stranger sharing such feelings out aloud with her. They hardly knew each other and yet here was this girl telling her all sorts of things you could have been burned at the stake for even thinking, in past century’s back home.
“Perdita means “the lost one.” My ancestors, some of them, were from New Orleans. But I also have English and Spanish blood as well as Persian. My family tree also boasts a Melinda Warren and I’m supposed to be a direct descendant. Several generations, removed of course.” Perdita continued rapidly. “That’s perhaps why we both saw a family tree in our visions, right? Which may make us family or not? Distant cousins perhaps?" She was resigned in her questioning.
Before Phoebe had a chance to answer her or even to take in what she had said Perdita waspishly carried on.
“But anyway you must have heard of the legend of Perdita? At least it’s supposed to be a legend. I never really paid any heed to legends until I found out who I really was. Well, at any rate, who my ancestors were.”
The legend foretold of a young man who vowed his love to a girl named Perdita whom he had met at a ball. After he, forsaked her. Lost her. Because of his regret and woe he began a tradition of sending out money, in the form of a dowry, to poor, young brides-to-be in New Orleans. So other women wouldn’t have to suffer like she did and not be able to marry for lack of money. It became a tradition in memory of his forgotten, lost love, Perdita: “the lost one.”
Phoebe listened with intense vigor.
“At last someone who talks as much as me.” Phoebe said in silent wonder.
“Oh excuse me, I’m needed over there. It was good meeting you, I hope to see you again before you return home.” With that, she flew out of the room like a feather in the breeze.
No sooner had Perdita gone, the lights went out. Two luminous, green lights were seen. It wasn’t a power cut but a demon making his grand entrance. The green was the green of his eyes. He was after the golden chalice Phoebe saw in the glass case.
“Hurry Piper freeze him.” Shouted Phoebe shakily.
“I’m trying. It’s not working!”
The demon floated past them with his fiery body pausing to stretch out and grab Piper. She threw herself to the floor and rolled under the ice sculpture on the table. Out of his reach he turned and threw fireballs, setting the giant navy blue, velvet curtains aflame. Shattering the glass, a dark figure grasped the chalice and ran out.
Chaos ensued as people started running to escape the flames.
Prue returned from her excursion from the ladies. Saw what was happening and attempted to thwart back the demon with her powers. It was hopeless. Her actions were in vain. Nothing seemed to stop the dreaded demon dead in his tracks. In a brief moment the demon had disappeared in a flash of fire and brimstone. Prue desperately searched for her sisters.
Prue eyed him from afar and studied him with her glittering, hard eyes. The mysterious man with the toothy, crooked grin.
“Hmm, perfect teeth.” She picked up her bag and flounced towards his direction. Then like a cunning vixen she maneuvered herself between him and the other person he was speaking to. Prue’s eyes dwelt with naïve pleasure on his handsome face. He looked even more luscious up close and personal.
“Oh hocus pocus,” she heard him say as his eyes slithered away from the other lawyers towards her. The stranger made a quarter turn and stared at Prue out of a pair of rather dreamy pale eyes set close to a narrow nose.
“Oh no, look Prue’s done it again” Piper said. “She’s found a positive hunk out of all these fuddy duddies here. Some sisters have all the luck.” She sounded jealous.
Prue thought she’d play it sheepish. With him being English he was probably rather reserved; as she looked attentively downwards and then slowly her eyes crept back to the meaty package of manliness. Six foot, dressed in a black pin stripe suit – how de rigueur.
“Hello. I’m Prue Halliwell. Are you here for the collection too?”
“Yes, I am actually. My chambers is handling the sponsorship and the legal formalities for the exhibition.”
As he opened his mouth, Prue was devoured by his melting voice. Chambers? Prue loved the sound of that word. Chambers as in bed she thought longingly.
“So you’re into P.R then?” She gushed timidly.
“No – not really – well, I suppose you could call it P.R of a certain nature. I’m actually a barrister.” He boasted.
“Oh a lawyer. Well I’ve left my lawyer jokes at home but I could have amused you with a lot, especially the, ‘How many lawyers does it take to change a lightbulb?’ ones.” Prue jibed with dry humor.
“Oh really. I always make a quick comeback from those. My personal favorite being “What do you call 100 clients at the bottom of the sea? Non compos mentis’. Do you get it?” Kane joked. “You’re American?” he queried. “In that case I shouldn’t have mentioned chambers then. Didn’t mean it to sound like a dungeon and I’ve been let out for good behavior.”
“Of course I am, silly! Let out to meet me. Perfect timing! I’m doing a photoshoot for my magazine, 415. So you must know plenty about this collection. I should interview you and probably take some shots too. If you don’t mind?” Enthused Prue.
“Well..” he appeared to consider. “If you take your drink here and dine with me, we shall see..”
With that the conversation sputtered to a stop. Prue imagined she was doing so well conversing with the English. Obviously looks weren’t everything and he seemed to be lacking personality.
“Oh I didn’t catch your name.” Prue added quickly.
“That’s probably because I didn’t throw it.” Kane uttered a snort, which ran through the museum like a pistol shot. “You know our name is one of the very first things we’re supposed to give. Excuse my manners. It’s Kane Willis-Kincaid.”
Prue said it to herself.
“Kane Kincaid just rolls off the tongue. That’s an unusual name.”
“Not really. It’s Kane with a ‘K’ and it pays to have a double-barreled name in my line of work. Rather posh wouldn’t you say,” as he gave her a wink.
***
Phoebe and Perdita wondered if they should say anything about what just happened or if they should just put it down to prosperity.
“Boy that was a strange episode.” Phoebe remarked frankly. “I’ve never been through anything like that before.”
“Anything like what? Having a simultaneous vision? This is new to me too. I never thought anyone else got visions. This sounds silly I know, but when I first realized I had the power to alter peoples’ thoughts and used to get weird visions, I used to put it down to my name. It’s quite unique you know.” Perdita declared.
Phoebe was flabbergasted to find a complete stranger sharing such feelings out aloud with her. They hardly knew each other and yet here was this girl telling her all sorts of things you could have been burned at the stake for even thinking, in past century’s back home.
“Perdita means “the lost one.” My ancestors, some of them, were from New Orleans. But I also have English and Spanish blood as well as Persian. My family tree also boasts a Melinda Warren and I’m supposed to be a direct descendant. Several generations, removed of course.” Perdita continued rapidly. “That’s perhaps why we both saw a family tree in our visions, right? Which may make us family or not? Distant cousins perhaps?" She was resigned in her questioning.
Before Phoebe had a chance to answer her or even to take in what she had said Perdita waspishly carried on.
“But anyway you must have heard of the legend of Perdita? At least it’s supposed to be a legend. I never really paid any heed to legends until I found out who I really was. Well, at any rate, who my ancestors were.”
The legend foretold of a young man who vowed his love to a girl named Perdita whom he had met at a ball. After he, forsaked her. Lost her. Because of his regret and woe he began a tradition of sending out money, in the form of a dowry, to poor, young brides-to-be in New Orleans. So other women wouldn’t have to suffer like she did and not be able to marry for lack of money. It became a tradition in memory of his forgotten, lost love, Perdita: “the lost one.”
Phoebe listened with intense vigor.
“At last someone who talks as much as me.” Phoebe said in silent wonder.
“Oh excuse me, I’m needed over there. It was good meeting you, I hope to see you again before you return home.” With that, she flew out of the room like a feather in the breeze.
No sooner had Perdita gone, the lights went out. Two luminous, green lights were seen. It wasn’t a power cut but a demon making his grand entrance. The green was the green of his eyes. He was after the golden chalice Phoebe saw in the glass case.
“Hurry Piper freeze him.” Shouted Phoebe shakily.
“I’m trying. It’s not working!”
The demon floated past them with his fiery body pausing to stretch out and grab Piper. She threw herself to the floor and rolled under the ice sculpture on the table. Out of his reach he turned and threw fireballs, setting the giant navy blue, velvet curtains aflame. Shattering the glass, a dark figure grasped the chalice and ran out.
Chaos ensued as people started running to escape the flames.
Prue returned from her excursion from the ladies. Saw what was happening and attempted to thwart back the demon with her powers. It was hopeless. Her actions were in vain. Nothing seemed to stop the dreaded demon dead in his tracks. In a brief moment the demon had disappeared in a flash of fire and brimstone. Prue desperately searched for her sisters.
Friday 24 July 2015
Charmed "Wicca Becomes You" Chapter 5
Chapter 5
The London Museum of Art was a mish-mash of a modernist building which allowed for a riot of sumptuous color and brick work. Flushed with distinct smells and aromas of paints and artifacts. Underpinned by archaic, gothic styled towers enhancing distinct baroque undertones.
Prue emerged from under her ruby red wrap looking dressed to impress. She was wearing a burgundy, figure-hugging bodiced camisole with thin straps, a matching silk skirt filled with a patchwork of wine-red delicate floral patterns. She’d worn black strapless sandals going against Piper’s advice of boots, a more suitable, sensible choice for this weather.
“You’ll probably catch cold and end up in bed for days. With me having to play nurse.” Piper had warned her.
Upon arrival Phoebe immediately began exploring every aspect of the museum and the extraordinary artifacts. She was going to soak up all the cultural atmosphere of the exhibits and their history like she was actually there herself in that time frame. After all you never could tell when knowing some little detail about those objects and their past may come in handy in their everyday lives as the Charmed Ones. A small clue could prove extremely helpful if they ever happened to chance upon an evil demon or warlock from an ancient realm. Or another continent, such as Europe or Asia.
She found the interior boasted a rococo building with a carved alabaster doorway. A quartet of atlantes were strategically placed over ledges pouring water from amphorae; bathed in creams, caramels and pewter.
Other parts of the interior of the museum walls were brand new, lushly decorated with polished, pastel, granite tiles. Spotlessly clean. Neo classic with symmetrical arches modeled on the Venetian look, like giant paper origami structures. Porcelain figurines were dotted about the place, along with a churrigueresque façade. They would have been temples of worship for lovers of modern as well as classical art freaks everywhere.
The esplanades contained Spanish and medieval ceramics and relics. Greek and Roman works of art. Paintings by Goya. Sculptures by Benvenuto Cellini.
Phoebe was most fascinated by a bejeweled chalice. Encrusted with sapphires and the most intricate, delectable emeralds and opals. This must have a glorious story to tell. Reading the inscription in the glass case, she found it was from Spain at the time of the Spanish Moors in 711 AD.
Most of Spain and Valencia had been under Moorish rule for five centuries. A period which was dominated by the legendary Castillian Knight called El Cid. Moorish culture had brought many increases to the land, irrigation helped to nurture and oranges were planted. This bought in Argonese kings intent on taking the city for themselves. Hence the need for people to have conjured spirits such as djinns to rid their land from outsiders.
Apparently the chalice was surrounded by a myth. It was once used to capture and imprison a great djinn called Sabroh. He had been conjured by the dervishes and the Moors to aid them in their fight against their oppressors and the infidels in Valencia, Spain, during the fifteenth century. This was not so much a genie in a bottle; as a demon, a djinn in a decanter. Phoebe laughed.
“Well it’s not exactly I Dream of Jeannie.”
***
“Did you see that girl? She was dressed in the same clothes as me! The nerve of some people.” Prue was green with envy.
“Well Prue honey, you’re not exactly wearing a ‘one-off’ off the rack original are you? Get over your clothes and what you look like, that’s so passe!” Piper commented.
“No, it was, is, an original, the woman in the store said so. I want a refund!”
“Since when were you so gullible and believed everything a shop assistant told you?” Piper replied.
“Since I spent a small fortune!” Huffed Prue.
Phoebe wasn’t even listening to Prue’s lamenting. Someone else had grabbed her attention. She was shocked and surprised at actually meeting the mysterious stranger who had just bumped into Prue and caused her to spill her drink. Was it accidentally on purpose, she thought?
But Prue’s clothes were furthest from her mind. At this point in time, like Prue, she was only interested in that girl, but for different reasons. Could it really be? Was it really the girl in her dreams? As opposed to the girl of her dreams. Well the one she’d been dreaming of subconsciously.
It must be her because she looked the same. Brown eyes, auburn-brown hair, and rosy lips. Resembling Phoebe in many ways; mannerisms, gestures, but yet still different enough to retain her own identity. Who was she? Having an inquisitive nature she had to investigate.
“Hello. Forgive my sister making that awful scene back there. She’s really protective about her clothes. Her entire wardrobe in fact. We can’t borrow anything of hers without her permission or knowledge. She’s got such a large collection but instinctively knows when something goes missing. I’m Phoebe by the way.”
“You know I assumed my outfit was an original. I have this eclectic sense of dress or so people tell me. I usually wear clothes that are meant to be worn on a specific part of the body somewhere else. You know shawls as tops and scarves as skirts. I’m also into that new age retro style. I suppose it’s because I have to wear conservative suits to work. Not everyone’s heard of dressing down yet. OH I’m sorry to go on about clothes – I’m probably boring you. To say the least.”
“You’re not boring me. Believe me with two sisters around you get used to all sorts of things and in a hurry too.”
“Ooh, my name’s Perdita. Pleased to meet you.”
Perdita extended her hand towards Phoebe in a friendly gesture. Phoebe took her hand and they shook. Suddenly the two them froze as an intense energy passed from their hands and entered their bodies. They felt the full force of a mystical field as though a bolt of lightening jarred every inch of their life force. An earth shattering experience.
Phoebe had a vision and Perdita had one too. Each wondered if the other could feel what she had felt. Sensed what each had seen. They pulled away quickly. Then stood motionless. Their gaze firmly transposed upon one other.
Phoebe and Perdita had seen a book in their collective visions. A generic family tree. Phoebe immediately recognized it as being their own. Gram’s name was near the middle and Melinda Warren near the top. But there was something else too. Phoebe had seen another picture. It was a glass prison and someone, a girl, trapped within its scarlet glare. Flashing colors radiating all around. Neither was aware of the prophetic vision or its consequences which would eventually present themselves in a most dangerous and evil manner.
The London Museum of Art was a mish-mash of a modernist building which allowed for a riot of sumptuous color and brick work. Flushed with distinct smells and aromas of paints and artifacts. Underpinned by archaic, gothic styled towers enhancing distinct baroque undertones.
Prue emerged from under her ruby red wrap looking dressed to impress. She was wearing a burgundy, figure-hugging bodiced camisole with thin straps, a matching silk skirt filled with a patchwork of wine-red delicate floral patterns. She’d worn black strapless sandals going against Piper’s advice of boots, a more suitable, sensible choice for this weather.
“You’ll probably catch cold and end up in bed for days. With me having to play nurse.” Piper had warned her.
Upon arrival Phoebe immediately began exploring every aspect of the museum and the extraordinary artifacts. She was going to soak up all the cultural atmosphere of the exhibits and their history like she was actually there herself in that time frame. After all you never could tell when knowing some little detail about those objects and their past may come in handy in their everyday lives as the Charmed Ones. A small clue could prove extremely helpful if they ever happened to chance upon an evil demon or warlock from an ancient realm. Or another continent, such as Europe or Asia.
She found the interior boasted a rococo building with a carved alabaster doorway. A quartet of atlantes were strategically placed over ledges pouring water from amphorae; bathed in creams, caramels and pewter.
Other parts of the interior of the museum walls were brand new, lushly decorated with polished, pastel, granite tiles. Spotlessly clean. Neo classic with symmetrical arches modeled on the Venetian look, like giant paper origami structures. Porcelain figurines were dotted about the place, along with a churrigueresque façade. They would have been temples of worship for lovers of modern as well as classical art freaks everywhere.
The esplanades contained Spanish and medieval ceramics and relics. Greek and Roman works of art. Paintings by Goya. Sculptures by Benvenuto Cellini.
Phoebe was most fascinated by a bejeweled chalice. Encrusted with sapphires and the most intricate, delectable emeralds and opals. This must have a glorious story to tell. Reading the inscription in the glass case, she found it was from Spain at the time of the Spanish Moors in 711 AD.
Most of Spain and Valencia had been under Moorish rule for five centuries. A period which was dominated by the legendary Castillian Knight called El Cid. Moorish culture had brought many increases to the land, irrigation helped to nurture and oranges were planted. This bought in Argonese kings intent on taking the city for themselves. Hence the need for people to have conjured spirits such as djinns to rid their land from outsiders.
Apparently the chalice was surrounded by a myth. It was once used to capture and imprison a great djinn called Sabroh. He had been conjured by the dervishes and the Moors to aid them in their fight against their oppressors and the infidels in Valencia, Spain, during the fifteenth century. This was not so much a genie in a bottle; as a demon, a djinn in a decanter. Phoebe laughed.
“Well it’s not exactly I Dream of Jeannie.”
***
“Did you see that girl? She was dressed in the same clothes as me! The nerve of some people.” Prue was green with envy.
“Well Prue honey, you’re not exactly wearing a ‘one-off’ off the rack original are you? Get over your clothes and what you look like, that’s so passe!” Piper commented.
“No, it was, is, an original, the woman in the store said so. I want a refund!”
“Since when were you so gullible and believed everything a shop assistant told you?” Piper replied.
“Since I spent a small fortune!” Huffed Prue.
Phoebe wasn’t even listening to Prue’s lamenting. Someone else had grabbed her attention. She was shocked and surprised at actually meeting the mysterious stranger who had just bumped into Prue and caused her to spill her drink. Was it accidentally on purpose, she thought?
But Prue’s clothes were furthest from her mind. At this point in time, like Prue, she was only interested in that girl, but for different reasons. Could it really be? Was it really the girl in her dreams? As opposed to the girl of her dreams. Well the one she’d been dreaming of subconsciously.
It must be her because she looked the same. Brown eyes, auburn-brown hair, and rosy lips. Resembling Phoebe in many ways; mannerisms, gestures, but yet still different enough to retain her own identity. Who was she? Having an inquisitive nature she had to investigate.
“Hello. Forgive my sister making that awful scene back there. She’s really protective about her clothes. Her entire wardrobe in fact. We can’t borrow anything of hers without her permission or knowledge. She’s got such a large collection but instinctively knows when something goes missing. I’m Phoebe by the way.”
“You know I assumed my outfit was an original. I have this eclectic sense of dress or so people tell me. I usually wear clothes that are meant to be worn on a specific part of the body somewhere else. You know shawls as tops and scarves as skirts. I’m also into that new age retro style. I suppose it’s because I have to wear conservative suits to work. Not everyone’s heard of dressing down yet. OH I’m sorry to go on about clothes – I’m probably boring you. To say the least.”
“You’re not boring me. Believe me with two sisters around you get used to all sorts of things and in a hurry too.”
“Ooh, my name’s Perdita. Pleased to meet you.”
Perdita extended her hand towards Phoebe in a friendly gesture. Phoebe took her hand and they shook. Suddenly the two them froze as an intense energy passed from their hands and entered their bodies. They felt the full force of a mystical field as though a bolt of lightening jarred every inch of their life force. An earth shattering experience.
Phoebe had a vision and Perdita had one too. Each wondered if the other could feel what she had felt. Sensed what each had seen. They pulled away quickly. Then stood motionless. Their gaze firmly transposed upon one other.
Phoebe and Perdita had seen a book in their collective visions. A generic family tree. Phoebe immediately recognized it as being their own. Gram’s name was near the middle and Melinda Warren near the top. But there was something else too. Phoebe had seen another picture. It was a glass prison and someone, a girl, trapped within its scarlet glare. Flashing colors radiating all around. Neither was aware of the prophetic vision or its consequences which would eventually present themselves in a most dangerous and evil manner.
Thursday 23 July 2015
Charmed "Wicca Becomes You" Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“Piper slow down and stop making a nuisance of yourself,” Prue called out. “Anyone would think you’ve never been on a plane before.”
“Ooh, ooh I want the seat by the window!” Piper charged past Phoebe and nearly mowed down an old lady in the process, as she slumped into a heap in her treasured seat. This wasn’t Piper’s first time on a plane but she was always fascinated by them like a child with a new toy.
The flight was anything but perfect. But Phoebe couldn’t get the dream out of her head. Who was that girl? She found she couldn’t sleep either. It was turning out to be such a bumpy ride. Not only due to the turbulence of the plane and Piper’s stomach, but also because of her turbulent feelings. Attempting to close her eyes, her shoulders jerked but nothing moved in her face. Phoebe gave up all thought of shutting her eyes and pulled guidebooks and maps of London from her bag. At least language won't be a problem.
It was a dull, overcast day as they stepped off the plane. They expressly checked out of customs and into a black taxi. Black cabs were meant to be more reliable and safe.
“Where to ladies?” asked the driver in a cockney accent.
“Park Hotel, West End.” Prue answered as she smelt the sweat and aftershave and squinted her face. The taxi driver was partial to smoking. She sniffed the burned out tobacco on his breath.
Taxis and cars swished by on the slippery rain-drenched freeway, glistening in the yellow sodium lights like linoleum interspersed with oil. Their first glimpse of London was dismal and bleak.
The taxi ride was long and tedious. Nothing could be seen from the windows. Rain trickled down the panes of glass like sticky honey so they snuggled back into the seat and waited for journey’s end.
“£70 luv” the driver demanded.
“Keep the change,” Prue replied; “And personal hygiene costs nothing!” she muttered under her breath as she slammed the back door.
“That was uncalled for Prue.” Piper retorted.
Prue just shrugged.
The hotel was far from impressive. Static, sterile, antiseptic modern building with people scurrying about. As for their room. Phoebe remarked,
“It’s just like Halliwell manor.” Prue turned to peer owlishly at her sister.
“This is one of the best hotels around. It’s just off Oxford Street. One of the greatest places to shop. Famous rock stars stay here you know. Bon Jovi. Michael Jackson.”
“Yeah, all the archaic ones.” Phoebe chuckled as she hooked a chair with her foot, drew it close to the table and sat down.
“Admit it Prue,” Piper laughed, “You were thinking about clothes all along.”
“Well I do need something for the gala at the museum don’t I?”
Quick as a flash Prue grabbed her wallet containing her credit cards and was about to hit the stores big time. Nothing was going to stop her from her favorite ritual not even something termed jetlag, or the British weather.
“Anyone want to join me?” Prue asked.
“Count me out”, Phoebe insisted. “I’m going to chill out in your wonderful hotelroom and see if I can’t rest up. I’ve planned a major sightseeing tour for us and I for one am not going to miss out on the museums and waxworks. Madame Tussaud’s is an adventure waiting to happen.”
“Me too,” said Piper, “ I want to look at least presentable for tomorrow. I may want to check out the club scene round here too and remember don’t buy anymore bags.”
“Or boots!” Phoebe added sarcastically.
“Piper slow down and stop making a nuisance of yourself,” Prue called out. “Anyone would think you’ve never been on a plane before.”
“Ooh, ooh I want the seat by the window!” Piper charged past Phoebe and nearly mowed down an old lady in the process, as she slumped into a heap in her treasured seat. This wasn’t Piper’s first time on a plane but she was always fascinated by them like a child with a new toy.
The flight was anything but perfect. But Phoebe couldn’t get the dream out of her head. Who was that girl? She found she couldn’t sleep either. It was turning out to be such a bumpy ride. Not only due to the turbulence of the plane and Piper’s stomach, but also because of her turbulent feelings. Attempting to close her eyes, her shoulders jerked but nothing moved in her face. Phoebe gave up all thought of shutting her eyes and pulled guidebooks and maps of London from her bag. At least language won't be a problem.
It was a dull, overcast day as they stepped off the plane. They expressly checked out of customs and into a black taxi. Black cabs were meant to be more reliable and safe.
“Where to ladies?” asked the driver in a cockney accent.
“Park Hotel, West End.” Prue answered as she smelt the sweat and aftershave and squinted her face. The taxi driver was partial to smoking. She sniffed the burned out tobacco on his breath.
Taxis and cars swished by on the slippery rain-drenched freeway, glistening in the yellow sodium lights like linoleum interspersed with oil. Their first glimpse of London was dismal and bleak.
The taxi ride was long and tedious. Nothing could be seen from the windows. Rain trickled down the panes of glass like sticky honey so they snuggled back into the seat and waited for journey’s end.
“£70 luv” the driver demanded.
“Keep the change,” Prue replied; “And personal hygiene costs nothing!” she muttered under her breath as she slammed the back door.
“That was uncalled for Prue.” Piper retorted.
Prue just shrugged.
The hotel was far from impressive. Static, sterile, antiseptic modern building with people scurrying about. As for their room. Phoebe remarked,
“It’s just like Halliwell manor.” Prue turned to peer owlishly at her sister.
“This is one of the best hotels around. It’s just off Oxford Street. One of the greatest places to shop. Famous rock stars stay here you know. Bon Jovi. Michael Jackson.”
“Yeah, all the archaic ones.” Phoebe chuckled as she hooked a chair with her foot, drew it close to the table and sat down.
“Admit it Prue,” Piper laughed, “You were thinking about clothes all along.”
“Well I do need something for the gala at the museum don’t I?”
Quick as a flash Prue grabbed her wallet containing her credit cards and was about to hit the stores big time. Nothing was going to stop her from her favorite ritual not even something termed jetlag, or the British weather.
“Anyone want to join me?” Prue asked.
“Count me out”, Phoebe insisted. “I’m going to chill out in your wonderful hotelroom and see if I can’t rest up. I’ve planned a major sightseeing tour for us and I for one am not going to miss out on the museums and waxworks. Madame Tussaud’s is an adventure waiting to happen.”
“Me too,” said Piper, “ I want to look at least presentable for tomorrow. I may want to check out the club scene round here too and remember don’t buy anymore bags.”
“Or boots!” Phoebe added sarcastically.
Wednesday 22 July 2015
Charmed "Wicca Becomes You" Chapter 3
Chapter 3
London, England.
Perdita walked down the cobbled paving stones of legal London. This was the highlife. She had achieved her ambition to be a barrister. Only a junior one at this stage. But it was a really good start and she had a warm feeling about everything in her life. To walk down these streets where so many famous names had graced their steps before her was a monumental event. Since during the eighteenth century, the Bar was an inaccessible place, especially to women. In fact barristers were few and far between. A profession for the elite and those who could afford schooling.
Walking the paving stones of Inner Temple was like walking into another period of history, of time. It was to walk with the likes of Charles Dickens’ Sydney Carton in A Tale of Two Cities, or even Dickens himself. Barristers in fleeting attire with their periwigs, conjured up bygone days and eerie ghosts of legal life long past. Following in the lightly trodden footsteps of Dr Johnson, a famous Londoner.
However today the short walk from court to her chambers (law office) seemed an eternity. Although it was only four in the afternoon, it was the middle of winter and it got dark very early. To top it off it had been raining. Dark grey clouds hung over the skyline painting it into a sinister looking canvas. The slicked out streets glistened like a lavish carpet on which the traffic seemed to stand still. Perdita recalled the events from two nights ago.
That night the moon had chosen to disappear behind the fluffy, cotton wool clouds casting strange shadows in unusual places. The trees looked like wild panthers ready to pounce. There was a dark patch of street a few feet away from the entrance to a bleak house.
“That’s where I saw them disappear. Then I glimpsed a figure. A dark shadow which appeared to be a man coming towards me; or some creature of the twilight hours. I screamed out for help. Gasping and panting for every suffocated breath of air. Foolishly I believed he could have..would have helped me.” But her would-be knight had been nothing more than her everlasting torment.
Perdita recalled the past events to some of her friends. Some teenage tourists had disappeared whilst attending a rave in one of the dingy parts of the city. Perdita had seen them vanish and when she tried to help was chased away, her own life in peril.
“I began to run. It was instinct. Second nature. Never for one moment thinking about what he would do; or about my own safety. I had to get help.”
Who would have dared to help or even have listened to her? She was in hysterics. Frantic. The streets were desolate. Even if anyone was around they’d have been too frightened to move. To venture out of their four walls of safety. Their fortified fortresses of cement and plaster.
“I noticed a car on the rained out street. Screeching and wailing. Wildly I tried to signal the driver. Waving my arms about like a ferocious windmill in a sudden, unrelenting summer storm.”
He just carried on driving the metallic monster. Perhaps he didn’t see her. Didn’t want to. Never noticed a wide-eyed flame-brown haired woman chasing after him or being chased.
“I ran until I could no longer run. Until I ripped my skirt. Lost my shoe. Like a flustered, distressed Cinderella. Eventually I admitted defeat.” Perdita didn’t tell them of what else she’d seen. It was too amazing a sight. None of them would have believed her anyway. They’d accuse her of exaggerating or say she was most probably in shock.
Sometimes when she thought of it she had trouble coming to terms with it too. A fire-eyed monster oozing slime with hollow green eyes. She felt she had imagined it. But her imagination wasn’t that wild or warped. In reality it wasn’t imagined. The monster was as real and as alive as she was.
Perdita had been stalked. Even the police were miffed at the disappearances. Exhausted and bewildered. She spent fifteen agonizing minutes with them.
“What were you doing out so late? All alone? Or was she? Why wasn’t she more careful?” On and on they droned like a broken record. Fat lot of good they were. Having the tables turned on her as if she had any part in those kidnappings. They were neither attractive nor comforting.
Where was her Agent Fox Mulder now?
She was a barrister. They frowned at her. Gazed upon her with suspicion and innuendo. Good thing she never told them about the ‘real’ creature she’d seen. Flaming body; venomous, green protruding eyes.
Perdita needn’t have bothered. She wasn’t treated like a witness but like a suspect. Endlessly interrogated. Now she knew how a common criminal felt. Only she hadn’t done anything wrong. Broken any laws.
Perdita locked her door and poured herself a large brandy. Convincing herself it was purely for medicinal purposes. She wasn’t a drinker. Never touched the stuff. It tasted warm. Bitter, but she was in dire need of consoling. To forget everything about the terrifying encounter. Even for a couple of tortured hours.
At chambers all her friends and colleagues had heard of her ordeal. Not with the raving monster but with the local police.
“It’s getting to be like the old days again.” Remarked one of her colleagues. “A woman needs a bodyguard to escort her home.”
At which point Perdita glanced over to Kane. She had worked with Kane for about six months now and she found him to cut a fine figure of a man. Or to use the modern parlance. He was a bit of a hottie. With his ice-blue eyes and raven black hair. He was to die for, not literally speaking of course. But his eyes. There was a certain something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something menacing.
Perhaps the ice blue was the problem. Maybe the ice ran deeper into his veins and was embodied in his blood and further still into his heart.
Although he had always been civil to her and never cold, Kane was fast developing a reputation around chambers as a ruthless “head-hunter” type. That was no big deal in this profession, but he was well known for tearing the opposition to shreds. Fiery in nature also meant fierce in the boardroom and presumably in the bedroom too. But what was Perdita thinking letting her thoughts wander like that.
She found it strange she could never read his mind. Well her powers didn’t really extend to reading minds per se. She could sense feelings, emotions, as well as having the power to alter thoughts. Akin to hypnotic suggestions. Her powers were more telepathic than supernatural.
“Make him fall in love with me,” she giggled to herself. Where did he get that name from anyway? Even though her name was distinguished and had origins; his stemmed back to the time of Adam and Eve. Since the beginning of the world itself and one of the original sins – murder! Cane and Abel.
If anyone found out about her powers, her wicca powers, as Perdita called them, they’d probably insinuate she’d been using them to influence decisions of judges and juries alike in court. A sort of a personal gain for her. Since the more cases she won, the more she’d gain a reputation for herself. With that would come status, promotion and her name higher up the name plaque outside chambers. A bigger profile where she’d be calling the shots. Dream on!
“Afternoon,” she heard a sweet-sounding voice say to her. Sickly sweet? It was the “god” himself. Speak of the devil. He must have felt his ears roasting. Perdita felt a shiver down her spine as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Someone had walked over her grave. Through her thick jacket she felt his frosty touch.
“Goodness. You startled me there.” She jerked her body forward in an attempt to loosen his grip. Boy did he just come out of the freezer.
He was always turning up in the wrong place at the wrong time or vice versa. Once he was there when Perdita felt someone had been following her; and out of the grim shadows Kane had appeared to save the day. Just as on the night those teenagers had vanished, when someone was chasing her on the street. Her savior or her tormentor? She wished she knew. Now reading minds would have come in handy.
“I wonder if you could help me out with a case I’m working on? I seem to be stuck on finding a precedent.” A likely story she thought to herself.
“You could try the Net. Unless you’ve exhausted all the possibilities like Lexis. I mean you are familiar with computer technology aren’t you?” The wonders of the twenty first century. You had to be computer literate to get a job in this place otherwise you couldn’t get your foot through the door. Unless he had connections or family. Nepotism was rife in the legal profession of this country. Old school ties also came in handy too. Especially for men. So that’s probably how Kane got work here. That or he obviously impressed the women on the candidate selection committee.
London, England.
Perdita walked down the cobbled paving stones of legal London. This was the highlife. She had achieved her ambition to be a barrister. Only a junior one at this stage. But it was a really good start and she had a warm feeling about everything in her life. To walk down these streets where so many famous names had graced their steps before her was a monumental event. Since during the eighteenth century, the Bar was an inaccessible place, especially to women. In fact barristers were few and far between. A profession for the elite and those who could afford schooling.
Walking the paving stones of Inner Temple was like walking into another period of history, of time. It was to walk with the likes of Charles Dickens’ Sydney Carton in A Tale of Two Cities, or even Dickens himself. Barristers in fleeting attire with their periwigs, conjured up bygone days and eerie ghosts of legal life long past. Following in the lightly trodden footsteps of Dr Johnson, a famous Londoner.
However today the short walk from court to her chambers (law office) seemed an eternity. Although it was only four in the afternoon, it was the middle of winter and it got dark very early. To top it off it had been raining. Dark grey clouds hung over the skyline painting it into a sinister looking canvas. The slicked out streets glistened like a lavish carpet on which the traffic seemed to stand still. Perdita recalled the events from two nights ago.
That night the moon had chosen to disappear behind the fluffy, cotton wool clouds casting strange shadows in unusual places. The trees looked like wild panthers ready to pounce. There was a dark patch of street a few feet away from the entrance to a bleak house.
“That’s where I saw them disappear. Then I glimpsed a figure. A dark shadow which appeared to be a man coming towards me; or some creature of the twilight hours. I screamed out for help. Gasping and panting for every suffocated breath of air. Foolishly I believed he could have..would have helped me.” But her would-be knight had been nothing more than her everlasting torment.
Perdita recalled the past events to some of her friends. Some teenage tourists had disappeared whilst attending a rave in one of the dingy parts of the city. Perdita had seen them vanish and when she tried to help was chased away, her own life in peril.
“I began to run. It was instinct. Second nature. Never for one moment thinking about what he would do; or about my own safety. I had to get help.”
Who would have dared to help or even have listened to her? She was in hysterics. Frantic. The streets were desolate. Even if anyone was around they’d have been too frightened to move. To venture out of their four walls of safety. Their fortified fortresses of cement and plaster.
“I noticed a car on the rained out street. Screeching and wailing. Wildly I tried to signal the driver. Waving my arms about like a ferocious windmill in a sudden, unrelenting summer storm.”
He just carried on driving the metallic monster. Perhaps he didn’t see her. Didn’t want to. Never noticed a wide-eyed flame-brown haired woman chasing after him or being chased.
“I ran until I could no longer run. Until I ripped my skirt. Lost my shoe. Like a flustered, distressed Cinderella. Eventually I admitted defeat.” Perdita didn’t tell them of what else she’d seen. It was too amazing a sight. None of them would have believed her anyway. They’d accuse her of exaggerating or say she was most probably in shock.
Sometimes when she thought of it she had trouble coming to terms with it too. A fire-eyed monster oozing slime with hollow green eyes. She felt she had imagined it. But her imagination wasn’t that wild or warped. In reality it wasn’t imagined. The monster was as real and as alive as she was.
Perdita had been stalked. Even the police were miffed at the disappearances. Exhausted and bewildered. She spent fifteen agonizing minutes with them.
“What were you doing out so late? All alone? Or was she? Why wasn’t she more careful?” On and on they droned like a broken record. Fat lot of good they were. Having the tables turned on her as if she had any part in those kidnappings. They were neither attractive nor comforting.
Where was her Agent Fox Mulder now?
She was a barrister. They frowned at her. Gazed upon her with suspicion and innuendo. Good thing she never told them about the ‘real’ creature she’d seen. Flaming body; venomous, green protruding eyes.
Perdita needn’t have bothered. She wasn’t treated like a witness but like a suspect. Endlessly interrogated. Now she knew how a common criminal felt. Only she hadn’t done anything wrong. Broken any laws.
Perdita locked her door and poured herself a large brandy. Convincing herself it was purely for medicinal purposes. She wasn’t a drinker. Never touched the stuff. It tasted warm. Bitter, but she was in dire need of consoling. To forget everything about the terrifying encounter. Even for a couple of tortured hours.
At chambers all her friends and colleagues had heard of her ordeal. Not with the raving monster but with the local police.
“It’s getting to be like the old days again.” Remarked one of her colleagues. “A woman needs a bodyguard to escort her home.”
At which point Perdita glanced over to Kane. She had worked with Kane for about six months now and she found him to cut a fine figure of a man. Or to use the modern parlance. He was a bit of a hottie. With his ice-blue eyes and raven black hair. He was to die for, not literally speaking of course. But his eyes. There was a certain something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something menacing.
Perhaps the ice blue was the problem. Maybe the ice ran deeper into his veins and was embodied in his blood and further still into his heart.
Although he had always been civil to her and never cold, Kane was fast developing a reputation around chambers as a ruthless “head-hunter” type. That was no big deal in this profession, but he was well known for tearing the opposition to shreds. Fiery in nature also meant fierce in the boardroom and presumably in the bedroom too. But what was Perdita thinking letting her thoughts wander like that.
She found it strange she could never read his mind. Well her powers didn’t really extend to reading minds per se. She could sense feelings, emotions, as well as having the power to alter thoughts. Akin to hypnotic suggestions. Her powers were more telepathic than supernatural.
“Make him fall in love with me,” she giggled to herself. Where did he get that name from anyway? Even though her name was distinguished and had origins; his stemmed back to the time of Adam and Eve. Since the beginning of the world itself and one of the original sins – murder! Cane and Abel.
If anyone found out about her powers, her wicca powers, as Perdita called them, they’d probably insinuate she’d been using them to influence decisions of judges and juries alike in court. A sort of a personal gain for her. Since the more cases she won, the more she’d gain a reputation for herself. With that would come status, promotion and her name higher up the name plaque outside chambers. A bigger profile where she’d be calling the shots. Dream on!
“Afternoon,” she heard a sweet-sounding voice say to her. Sickly sweet? It was the “god” himself. Speak of the devil. He must have felt his ears roasting. Perdita felt a shiver down her spine as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Someone had walked over her grave. Through her thick jacket she felt his frosty touch.
“Goodness. You startled me there.” She jerked her body forward in an attempt to loosen his grip. Boy did he just come out of the freezer.
He was always turning up in the wrong place at the wrong time or vice versa. Once he was there when Perdita felt someone had been following her; and out of the grim shadows Kane had appeared to save the day. Just as on the night those teenagers had vanished, when someone was chasing her on the street. Her savior or her tormentor? She wished she knew. Now reading minds would have come in handy.
“I wonder if you could help me out with a case I’m working on? I seem to be stuck on finding a precedent.” A likely story she thought to herself.
“You could try the Net. Unless you’ve exhausted all the possibilities like Lexis. I mean you are familiar with computer technology aren’t you?” The wonders of the twenty first century. You had to be computer literate to get a job in this place otherwise you couldn’t get your foot through the door. Unless he had connections or family. Nepotism was rife in the legal profession of this country. Old school ties also came in handy too. Especially for men. So that’s probably how Kane got work here. That or he obviously impressed the women on the candidate selection committee.
Charmed "Wicca Becomes You" Chapter 2
Chapter 2
“Are you ready Piper?” shouted Phoebe. “Enough make-up already, we’ll miss our flight!”
Piper came out of the bathroom looking the worse for wear. All that partying at P3 the night before had left her tired and sulky and in a foul mood.
“Can you stop shouting Phoebe. Not everyone can be so cheerful this early! Look at my circles.” She pointed to the dark crevices under her eyes.
“Age is definitely catching up with you girl!”
“Get away,” Piper nagged as she hit Phoebe on the shoulder.
“Aren’t either of you ready yet?” Prue appeared in the doorway.
“I don’t see why we all have to go with you” Piper moaned. “Not this early anyway.”
“Oh come on it’s a great way to see London. An all expenses paid trip. You should be lucky my magazine, 415, forked out so lavishly and gave me a bonus too.” Prue had an assignment in London, England to photograph the Millennium Collection. A great find of artifacts and object Des arts from an archaeological dig in the Middle East. For one fleeting moment Prue felt a pang of déjà vu - it was as though she was back at Bucklands again dealing with antiques and artifacts.
The three of them were going to see the sights as well as it being an educational trip for Phoebe, who was interested in England’s historic, bloody past. She for one was in a lather for days and couldn’t contain the excitement any longer at the thought of visiting all those haunts. London was seeped in history. Hampton Court Palace rumored to be haunted by several of Henry VIII’s wives. As well as The Tower of London which saw off many a beheading and boasted the ghost of Anne Boleyn, seen haunting the Tower with her head tucked under her arm; and tongue firmly in cheek!
There was also Jack the Ripper and not to mention the seedier side of legal London and those horsehair wigs that lawyers, known as barristers, wore. What were they called again? Periwigs. No wonder lawyers had such a bad reputation Phoebe mused; the animal rights movement hadn’t caught up with them, in more ways than one!
“Are you ready Piper?” shouted Phoebe. “Enough make-up already, we’ll miss our flight!”
Piper came out of the bathroom looking the worse for wear. All that partying at P3 the night before had left her tired and sulky and in a foul mood.
“Can you stop shouting Phoebe. Not everyone can be so cheerful this early! Look at my circles.” She pointed to the dark crevices under her eyes.
“Age is definitely catching up with you girl!”
“Get away,” Piper nagged as she hit Phoebe on the shoulder.
“Aren’t either of you ready yet?” Prue appeared in the doorway.
“I don’t see why we all have to go with you” Piper moaned. “Not this early anyway.”
“Oh come on it’s a great way to see London. An all expenses paid trip. You should be lucky my magazine, 415, forked out so lavishly and gave me a bonus too.” Prue had an assignment in London, England to photograph the Millennium Collection. A great find of artifacts and object Des arts from an archaeological dig in the Middle East. For one fleeting moment Prue felt a pang of déjà vu - it was as though she was back at Bucklands again dealing with antiques and artifacts.
The three of them were going to see the sights as well as it being an educational trip for Phoebe, who was interested in England’s historic, bloody past. She for one was in a lather for days and couldn’t contain the excitement any longer at the thought of visiting all those haunts. London was seeped in history. Hampton Court Palace rumored to be haunted by several of Henry VIII’s wives. As well as The Tower of London which saw off many a beheading and boasted the ghost of Anne Boleyn, seen haunting the Tower with her head tucked under her arm; and tongue firmly in cheek!
There was also Jack the Ripper and not to mention the seedier side of legal London and those horsehair wigs that lawyers, known as barristers, wore. What were they called again? Periwigs. No wonder lawyers had such a bad reputation Phoebe mused; the animal rights movement hadn’t caught up with them, in more ways than one!
Tuesday 21 July 2015
Charmed 'Fan Fiction' - "Wicca Becomes You" Chapter 1
Wrote this Charmed story (the TV show) back in 2001, but it wasn't published, for reasons too long to go into here. So it's not the usual 'fan fiction' as the term has grown to be used these days.
Thought I may as well blog it and let people read it and cringe!! Ha.
Chapter 1
Who was this woman, this mysterious stranger she had dreamt about over and over. Every night whilst attempting to get some shut eye, some peace and quiet, some rest. Instead she had this same recurring vision. Was someone trying to send her a warning? Was this a sign of things to come? The future. Tomorrow.
Whatever.
In a distant far away shore Phoebe awoke with a shudder.
“Boy that was one hell of a nightmare” she said to herself. She had to get up and change her baby blue, baby doll nightdress. Her “dream” had been so intense she’d woken in a stream of sweat. As if the visions weren’t bad enough, she was now getting them in her sleep too. At least Phoebe thought her nights of endless slumber would have been free of such placid, scary dreams. Talk about not giving up the day job.
She recalled every minute detail as though she was having a nightmare in the day. Her visions, most of them at least, were usually quite hazy, abrupt and in fragments. But this was vivid and real. As she drank a glass of ice-cool water she pieced together what she’d seen.
A woman dressed in a black velvet robe was being chased down a foggy, rained-out street by a ghastly apparition of some sort. It resembled a hideous giant monster with dense green eyes and fiery red lips. Phoebe paused for a second. Perhaps this was just her subconscious remembering the unearthly demon she and her sisters had vanquished the other week.
But that woman was so beautiful she couldn’t get her out of her mind. She had brown-flame hair, auburn eyes and a small, dainty crimson heart-shaped mouth. In fact “if she had tickets,” on herself, to use the Aussie term, Phoebe thought, “I’d say she kind of looked like me.”
How could that be? This must be a vision, more than just a vision, a nightmare of someone, of an innocent in trouble; and yes demons did always chase after beautiful people. To mar their souls and steal their wisdom and beauty. They had encountered all sorts in their quest to protect innocents and even themselves too. One had even been Piper’s boyfriend back when Phoebe had just arrived in San Francisco. Now that was unreal and frightening.
London, England. Present day.
The girl awoke with a scream. Tears and sweat rolling down her rouged face. She swept back her long, auburn hair and ran her hand across her forehead. For months now her nights were filled with these “visions”. Nightmares. She had made up her mind this time she was going to act.
“Oh cursed dreams and demons of the dark, damned abominations of witchcraft – why do you torment me once more with your d
“Oh cursed dreams and demons of the dark, damned abominations of witchcraft – why do you torment me once more with your dark forebodings and meaningless prophecies,” she whispered to herself portentously.
Without A Trace - Looking Back
The stuff that you find you've written over the years and do nothing with! Time to share perhaps? ha.
September 2005 marked the fourth season of Without A Trace. The CBS/Warner series about missing persons which has garnered surely and loyally a huge following on both sides of the Atlantic and indeed globally. An essential part of prime time viewing: it is intelligent, thought provoking with snippets of humour and heartache.
Without A Trace has carved up its own niche in the schedules and viewers are taken aback by its breathtaking production techniques; fast-paced action, nicely peppered with the personal lives of these our characters and actors. While it comes from the stable of Jerry Bruckheimer, serving as executive producer: it serves up a slice of investigation and nail biting stories in which the viewer can immediately involve themselves from the outset.
As Jerry Bruckheimer is also behind the equally huge and successful CSI franchise and the spin-offs, you can’t help notice the little pieces of CSI creeping in here and there; the reference to forensics, of course is essential. Inevitably certain comparisons had to be made on both shows but for the most, and certainly on my, part it’s not done in any critical way or as a put down. (I’m a fan of all the shows.) The success of each show is a testament to its merit and entertainment factor. Effective and stylish use of flashbacks; assumptions, crime scene reconstructions/enactments and suspect/witness statements getting to the crux of the current investigation. Most effective and crucial is the missing person appearing as a ghost in their apartments etc as though the team is actually there with them, or looking into a facet of their life, before they vanish: like the investigation begun in the Pilot episode and carried throughout the seasons…Pilot episode when Sam (Poppy Montgomery) watches the photo of the missing woman; Jack (Anthony LaPaglia) in Chet’s (Charles S Dutton) apartment when he cries and Viv (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) in Sydney’s apartment in the season 1 finale.
Indeed there was a void crying out to be filled by such a drama series since the schedules were filled with soaps and to a large extent until much recently, sci-fi. Let's not even mention the reality shows!
First hand way in which the FBI conducts a missing person investigation. Not since Mulder and Scully has a show with an FBI theme drummed up so much interest. In fact our special agents in WAT are just as revered and well loved. No finer cast could live up to the FBI motto of Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity; than these.
Though most of the investigations covered are fictitious – some of them are based on true stories, for example the season 2 opener, The Bus. Never-the-less the stories still have a bearing on the everyday: marriage break-ups, affairs, emotional moments which end up mirroring the personal lives of the agents.
On another level some have criticized the story relating to Jack and Sam’s affair – the hints to it in the first season; finally seeing light of day in the two part season 1 finale; have been termed ‘falling into the old romantic trap’ that has been the downfall of many-a show: Moonlighting, Remington Steele. Spring to mind. However, this is counteracted by the fact the affair is already over by the time we hear about it; though their colleagues are in the same boat, re knowledge of this, only Viv knows. But this is finely balanced by Martin’s (Eric Close) immediate attraction to Sam; his jealousness when she speaks to her beaus and his feelings finally see fruition when they finally come together in the season 2 finale and ensuring season 3 where the romantic aspect comes full circle – as what started out in season 1 with Jack and Sam’s secret affair now translates/turns into Martin and Sam’s secret.
The affair may have played a significant part in Jack’s marriage break-up to his wife, Maria (Talia Balsam) it’s not entirely conclusive. Contributing to this is the element of work – his work and this plays an important part too. The number of hours he puts into the job, 24:7 have all had an impact too. Though to be fair, Maria, being a lawyer, isn’t exactly a 9-5 occupation either.
WAT deals with the missing persons section of the FBI and focuses on a team of 5 special agents assigned to such cases: Jack Malone, the leader; Vivian Johnson, Samantha Spade, Danny Taylor (Enrique Murciano) and Martin Fitzgerald, the new agent. Each one comes from a different background, bringing with them a multitude of mindsets and skills; to utilize their knowledge and experiences in ensuring the missing person is located quickly.
This knowledge includes investigative methods: of checking financial records, phone records as well as the vital use of psychological profiling to get to know the missing person’s private and personal life, public appearances. In short, their entire background. Nothing about their life is omitted: every question needs to be asked and answered, no matter how personal or irrelevant it appears – it’s the little things that add up into the whole. From this they can ascertain whether they’re looking at an abductee, a disappearance, a run away, a murder or someone who’s just dropped out of the rat race. In the words of Jack, “you have to get to know the victim,” so they can determine where to look for them. In order to do this, the team constructs a Day of Disappearance (DOD) timeline: crucial details outlining the missing person’s movements on the day they disappeared. Sometimes this time line extends to 2 days before disappearing (DBD) or even months before. This way if there’s any blank spaces to be filled between the DODs, they may be a key to explaining why or how they vanished.
The show was not meant to be about characters: the personal lives revolved around the cases but as the series progressed, this is exactly what has happened. Soundbites and snippets of information about personal problems, emotions, how a case is more closer to home at times than others. Part of the work envisages who they really are. There’s also an element of procedure; the show is procedural. Let’s face it – how many of us will actually get to see the intricate workings of an elite FBI taskforce, short of joining the real FBI (in which case you need to be a US citizen.) As Poppy says, “as the show progresses all the characters are developing more and more. It is a procedural show but the writers are so good that they’re managing to work more and more character into it. I think it’s a good balance.”
Eric on his co-stars says: “We all have a great chemistry….this is a different type of show though. It’s less about the relationships of the characters and more about finding the missing person. But they don’t focus on the interaction between the characters as much, we’re interacting but we’re talking about case information and personality profiles less than peoples’ relationships. We have touched on that Martin and Sam have been in a romantic relationship but that’s clearly the focal point of the show.”
There was sometimes closure for the fans, involving the missing person being found, alive, sadly dead or sometimes in between. It was different too, in that on occasion there was no clear cut conclusion or resolution, thus leaving the stories on a loose thread where the missing person remained missing for obvious reasons such as starting over. Bigamist husband; where the suspect escaped justice season 2 ep Doppelganger (only to get their comeuppance in season 3 Doppelganger 2 or the excellent Two Families which told the ever-questionable story of whether the death penalty should be abolished, let alone maintained in it’s unusual, unjust and cruel form. Given the flaws of the criminal justice system, ranging from incompetent counsel; judge’s misdirection to the jury, wanting to deliver a swift verdict and reliance upon accomplice testimony. This episode ended on a cliff-hanger so we never knew if the telephone rang or not, symbolizing a death knell! Even to episodes which overstepped the boundaries of Federal law in Underground Railroad dealing with the run away victims of domestic violence.
Though sometimes predictable in its approach, it never falters in impressing: concentrating on real life cases as well as the real world: political: the events of 9/11 and fallout from this in the season 1 episode In Extremis and the season 1 finale, Fall Out. How an innocent man can find himself a suspected terroris; a victim of circumstance. The legal: death penalty, immigration and social shortcomings: peer pressure, bullying, foster care, the school system, the have/have not divide. Regardless of the inequalities in societies and backgrounds, each victim was treated fairly on an individual basis, irrespective of race etc.
The show was applauded in earning a Golden Globe in 2004 for its main star Anthony LaPaglia, as well as an Emmy nomination for Best Actor in September 2004.The Pilot episode earned 21 million viewers, rating second across all households and broke the record by being the first drama to beat ER in the ratings. Some thought it doomed as it aired against this show too.
Rightly earning its top spot in the ratings, the Pilot episode dealt with a successful, missing career woman and quickly paved the way for dealing with a number of topics and varied underlying reasons for her disappearance, laying down the basic premises of time lines and getting to know the ‘victim’; thereby leading to them being found. It also contained no end of suspects and was funny in that each of the 5 team members had their own views of her disappearance and which of the endless array of suspects was behind it.
The Pilot also emphasized the time within which the missing person was to be found: 51 hours, though extended to 72 in other episodes. After that the chances of being found alive or at all, were slim. Add to this the characters own take on the story; sometimes being being closer to them than they’d like to admit and especially not to each other.
Comments Eric Close: “…Without A Trace happened to get stuck into a timeslot with a great lead-in [ from CSI] but also the fact that ER was coming to the end of its run. I think timing is important, that has a lot to do with it. It’s the number one show [CSI] on TV and considering the habits of television viewers, when thy like a show I think sometimes they’ll stick around and see what’s coming up next…produced by Jerry Bruckheimer’s company; this company produces good work and so I think people at least were willing to tune in and give it a chance and see what they thought. I think we probably did even better than they expected numberwise. I think they were hoping that we would do well, but I think that we’ve done more than well. I think we’ve exceeded peoples’ expectations, no question.”
September 2005 marked the fourth season of Without A Trace. The CBS/Warner series about missing persons which has garnered surely and loyally a huge following on both sides of the Atlantic and indeed globally. An essential part of prime time viewing: it is intelligent, thought provoking with snippets of humour and heartache.
Without A Trace has carved up its own niche in the schedules and viewers are taken aback by its breathtaking production techniques; fast-paced action, nicely peppered with the personal lives of these our characters and actors. While it comes from the stable of Jerry Bruckheimer, serving as executive producer: it serves up a slice of investigation and nail biting stories in which the viewer can immediately involve themselves from the outset.
As Jerry Bruckheimer is also behind the equally huge and successful CSI franchise and the spin-offs, you can’t help notice the little pieces of CSI creeping in here and there; the reference to forensics, of course is essential. Inevitably certain comparisons had to be made on both shows but for the most, and certainly on my, part it’s not done in any critical way or as a put down. (I’m a fan of all the shows.) The success of each show is a testament to its merit and entertainment factor. Effective and stylish use of flashbacks; assumptions, crime scene reconstructions/enactments and suspect/witness statements getting to the crux of the current investigation. Most effective and crucial is the missing person appearing as a ghost in their apartments etc as though the team is actually there with them, or looking into a facet of their life, before they vanish: like the investigation begun in the Pilot episode and carried throughout the seasons…Pilot episode when Sam (Poppy Montgomery) watches the photo of the missing woman; Jack (Anthony LaPaglia) in Chet’s (Charles S Dutton) apartment when he cries and Viv (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) in Sydney’s apartment in the season 1 finale.
Indeed there was a void crying out to be filled by such a drama series since the schedules were filled with soaps and to a large extent until much recently, sci-fi. Let's not even mention the reality shows!
First hand way in which the FBI conducts a missing person investigation. Not since Mulder and Scully has a show with an FBI theme drummed up so much interest. In fact our special agents in WAT are just as revered and well loved. No finer cast could live up to the FBI motto of Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity; than these.
Though most of the investigations covered are fictitious – some of them are based on true stories, for example the season 2 opener, The Bus. Never-the-less the stories still have a bearing on the everyday: marriage break-ups, affairs, emotional moments which end up mirroring the personal lives of the agents.
On another level some have criticized the story relating to Jack and Sam’s affair – the hints to it in the first season; finally seeing light of day in the two part season 1 finale; have been termed ‘falling into the old romantic trap’ that has been the downfall of many-a show: Moonlighting, Remington Steele. Spring to mind. However, this is counteracted by the fact the affair is already over by the time we hear about it; though their colleagues are in the same boat, re knowledge of this, only Viv knows. But this is finely balanced by Martin’s (Eric Close) immediate attraction to Sam; his jealousness when she speaks to her beaus and his feelings finally see fruition when they finally come together in the season 2 finale and ensuring season 3 where the romantic aspect comes full circle – as what started out in season 1 with Jack and Sam’s secret affair now translates/turns into Martin and Sam’s secret.
The affair may have played a significant part in Jack’s marriage break-up to his wife, Maria (Talia Balsam) it’s not entirely conclusive. Contributing to this is the element of work – his work and this plays an important part too. The number of hours he puts into the job, 24:7 have all had an impact too. Though to be fair, Maria, being a lawyer, isn’t exactly a 9-5 occupation either.
WAT deals with the missing persons section of the FBI and focuses on a team of 5 special agents assigned to such cases: Jack Malone, the leader; Vivian Johnson, Samantha Spade, Danny Taylor (Enrique Murciano) and Martin Fitzgerald, the new agent. Each one comes from a different background, bringing with them a multitude of mindsets and skills; to utilize their knowledge and experiences in ensuring the missing person is located quickly.
This knowledge includes investigative methods: of checking financial records, phone records as well as the vital use of psychological profiling to get to know the missing person’s private and personal life, public appearances. In short, their entire background. Nothing about their life is omitted: every question needs to be asked and answered, no matter how personal or irrelevant it appears – it’s the little things that add up into the whole. From this they can ascertain whether they’re looking at an abductee, a disappearance, a run away, a murder or someone who’s just dropped out of the rat race. In the words of Jack, “you have to get to know the victim,” so they can determine where to look for them. In order to do this, the team constructs a Day of Disappearance (DOD) timeline: crucial details outlining the missing person’s movements on the day they disappeared. Sometimes this time line extends to 2 days before disappearing (DBD) or even months before. This way if there’s any blank spaces to be filled between the DODs, they may be a key to explaining why or how they vanished.
The show was not meant to be about characters: the personal lives revolved around the cases but as the series progressed, this is exactly what has happened. Soundbites and snippets of information about personal problems, emotions, how a case is more closer to home at times than others. Part of the work envisages who they really are. There’s also an element of procedure; the show is procedural. Let’s face it – how many of us will actually get to see the intricate workings of an elite FBI taskforce, short of joining the real FBI (in which case you need to be a US citizen.) As Poppy says, “as the show progresses all the characters are developing more and more. It is a procedural show but the writers are so good that they’re managing to work more and more character into it. I think it’s a good balance.”
Eric on his co-stars says: “We all have a great chemistry….this is a different type of show though. It’s less about the relationships of the characters and more about finding the missing person. But they don’t focus on the interaction between the characters as much, we’re interacting but we’re talking about case information and personality profiles less than peoples’ relationships. We have touched on that Martin and Sam have been in a romantic relationship but that’s clearly the focal point of the show.”
There was sometimes closure for the fans, involving the missing person being found, alive, sadly dead or sometimes in between. It was different too, in that on occasion there was no clear cut conclusion or resolution, thus leaving the stories on a loose thread where the missing person remained missing for obvious reasons such as starting over. Bigamist husband; where the suspect escaped justice season 2 ep Doppelganger (only to get their comeuppance in season 3 Doppelganger 2 or the excellent Two Families which told the ever-questionable story of whether the death penalty should be abolished, let alone maintained in it’s unusual, unjust and cruel form. Given the flaws of the criminal justice system, ranging from incompetent counsel; judge’s misdirection to the jury, wanting to deliver a swift verdict and reliance upon accomplice testimony. This episode ended on a cliff-hanger so we never knew if the telephone rang or not, symbolizing a death knell! Even to episodes which overstepped the boundaries of Federal law in Underground Railroad dealing with the run away victims of domestic violence.
Though sometimes predictable in its approach, it never falters in impressing: concentrating on real life cases as well as the real world: political: the events of 9/11 and fallout from this in the season 1 episode In Extremis and the season 1 finale, Fall Out. How an innocent man can find himself a suspected terroris; a victim of circumstance. The legal: death penalty, immigration and social shortcomings: peer pressure, bullying, foster care, the school system, the have/have not divide. Regardless of the inequalities in societies and backgrounds, each victim was treated fairly on an individual basis, irrespective of race etc.
The show was applauded in earning a Golden Globe in 2004 for its main star Anthony LaPaglia, as well as an Emmy nomination for Best Actor in September 2004.The Pilot episode earned 21 million viewers, rating second across all households and broke the record by being the first drama to beat ER in the ratings. Some thought it doomed as it aired against this show too.
Rightly earning its top spot in the ratings, the Pilot episode dealt with a successful, missing career woman and quickly paved the way for dealing with a number of topics and varied underlying reasons for her disappearance, laying down the basic premises of time lines and getting to know the ‘victim’; thereby leading to them being found. It also contained no end of suspects and was funny in that each of the 5 team members had their own views of her disappearance and which of the endless array of suspects was behind it.
The Pilot also emphasized the time within which the missing person was to be found: 51 hours, though extended to 72 in other episodes. After that the chances of being found alive or at all, were slim. Add to this the characters own take on the story; sometimes being being closer to them than they’d like to admit and especially not to each other.
Comments Eric Close: “…Without A Trace happened to get stuck into a timeslot with a great lead-in [ from CSI] but also the fact that ER was coming to the end of its run. I think timing is important, that has a lot to do with it. It’s the number one show [CSI] on TV and considering the habits of television viewers, when thy like a show I think sometimes they’ll stick around and see what’s coming up next…produced by Jerry Bruckheimer’s company; this company produces good work and so I think people at least were willing to tune in and give it a chance and see what they thought. I think we probably did even better than they expected numberwise. I think they were hoping that we would do well, but I think that we’ve done more than well. I think we’ve exceeded peoples’ expectations, no question.”
Monday 20 July 2015
Richard Dean Anderson Talk Saturday 18th July #LFCC2015
Well the highlight had to be the talk with Richard Dean Anderson, which was highly anticipated. Though it would've been better if they had found a different place for it. It was rather echo-y and then you could hear the crowd outside. For the number of people there, a 'Superstage' wasn't really needed.
The moderator saying we missed Rick changing his shirt backstage and the crowd went 'wooo' with Rick adding, " you didn't just go wooo did you...you haven't seen me naked, that's for sure." That'd get people going!! Yeah Rick needed to cool down cos it was boiling hot and they placed him in a horrible spot without any aircon to sign, he so should've been on Level 3 with the Game of Thrones, The Musketeers cast, and the wrestlers!!
His daughter, Wylie wants to go to Emerson College, Boston and try her hand at acting and added Rick, she can keep him when he's old and grey or grey and old. Forever the doting father, he speaks so lovingly of her.
Fan Q: if Jack was funny [per se] or if he had part of Rick in his character.
As for Jack being funny in SG-1, he started ad libs at table reads and "I got laughs which is a tantamount of disaster for me cos feed me a laugh and I'll keep going." But he realized he was making fun of the writers and their hard work and this was after a direct conversation with Brad Wright.
Michael Shanks and Amanda [Tapping] got... he loves Amanda more than Michael. "..all the technical dialogue and he just had to listen to it and his response was 'what?' {That reminds me of what Michael said in the Winter 2013 #LFCC that he got all the exposition and long dialogue cos he didn't realize he should've kept his mouth shut, just like Rick did.}
Would he recall his fave ep of Stargate by now?? He doesn't recall things like that, if you knew him, you'd know that. "My favourite was the first one...but Brief Candle ..4 hours in a make-up chair..."
Comment on his Buffy Tee by a fan and Q what part he'd like to have played in the show, if he was in Buffy.
Rick looking surprised at his shirt, "this is Buffy?!" "Buffy she got paid more...not that familiar with the show...
Moderator: 'they were usually after vampires or lesbians.'
Rick:"my 2 favourite people."
Moderator asking what his fave shows were growing up and his idols?
Rick: The local Minneapolis station ran a show called Axel and His Dog..."if there's one person out there who knows the show I'll marry them..." Oh idle promises Ricky!! ha. I accept the proposal!! But it's on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=No0a8QEK1VM
He watched Saturday morning cartoons, but he was always outside. 3 months spent cycling in Southern Canada, Alaska and back to 5,600 mile bike trip and altered his life at 17, he didn't know what he wanted to do and he wasn't good enough to play hockey for the rest of his life.
He still has some of his hair, more or most of it. On the mullet he doesn't pay too much attention to his hair, "so it just kept growing and growing and hair guys kept trimming...I can't believe I was talking about my mullet."
Mentions Rod Stewart and we don't like him anymore cos of his seal skinned jacket he got made. Rick's staying out of the political stuff!
Well that's a Q my sis would've asked re the mullet! But it suited him and was good for him, got all that recognition for it.
Filmed some MacGyver eps in the UK. He had a development deal with Paramount after the show was over. Wrote 2 scripts which they filmed in London and went to France first, but Paramount France wanted too much money from them. Rick adding how those eps "have the mullet gone crazy"
He fell in love with Britain and the countryside. Moderator: he can do a bike ride from Lands End to John O'Groats.
Rick: " the roads are kinda skinny for that."
Moderator: what's it like working on an American soap, General Hospital.
Rick: Was getting his real life education in front of the camera. He didn't have anything like that in school for theatre. California was nice and he ended up there, so it was 'on the job training.'
Fan Q: Is he still active in Sea Shepherd?
Rick it's his effort with conservation. Met Paul in Alaska and no one knew what it was and Paul gave it an empassioned speech many times. He was taken in by it. Growing up in Minnesota, it's associated with the water.
Sea Shepherd see here: seashepherdglobal.org and on Twitter @seashepherd
MacGyver developed had a backstory and kept him from utilizing guns but the concept was to follow the philosophy you don't use guns to solve problems, Rick: "but we stretched the credibility just a wee bit."
His SG-1 story with Chris Judge and they were being 'gaseous' on the set, re the pranking on set Q. He won that day Chris couldn't keep a straight face when they came out of the elevator. "Could see it in his eyes and smell it in his nose...everytime..Chris was a young fighter and he gave him the crown." Somewhere he didn't want to go and dwell on this 'hot air' story! ha.
When he started out he was in heaven, he was having fun, being paid, "I was young...knew I was on my way when I had my daughter, Wylie and I didn't have her of course...I knew that my life was gonna change in a massively aggressive way and I knew that all I wanted to do was to have plenty put aside so I could put Wylie through college. He said you have that. So I made it. That made me happy."
Fan Q: will there be anything planned with rest of the cast for the twentieth anniversary of Stargate. [As if Rick would know about that, he wouldn't be organizing it!] He hasn't heard anything about it.
Rick:Was talk of MacGyver being brought back in some form and he was asked a few times, when some newbie would try and convince him to do MacGyver, which was 'ludicrous to me'. I would only do MacGyver if Mac could be as old as I am and as fat as I am and as cranky as I am. A far more interesting character than watching me play a younger guy as MacGyver."
Fan Q: his fave character from MacGyver, Jack O'Neill and Nicodemus Legend, which is his weak spot. {Legend that aired on the Paramount channel here}. "He was a drunk, smoked cigars and womanized and all the things my grandfather used to do so I fashioned the character around him and it took place in the late 1800's. Also grew a moustache (yeh that caterpillar as I call it. ) " John De Lancie played Nikolas Tesla "I'll tell him [John] I made you clap...was fun and absurd in a good way."
If he cared about his life, he'd want MacGyver around, or even Jack around, did I say that out loud, "Jackaround." He has more in common with Nicodemus. Sitting around smoking cigars and womanizing...there's a soundbite for ya."
To end he said he's a huge fan of this country and since his dad introduced him to Brit humour such as Terry Thomas and it's great. Thanked his fans for coming to the event.
But honestly these questions were all asked and answered (my fave phrase right now) during the course of various interviews over the years by Rick.)
Sorry to bore you with all the Qs repeated in much detail, but it's my memory to blame!! Retains everything. Ha.
Hope you'll enjoy reading for those who couldn't be there!
Wednesday 8 July 2015
The Vampire Diaries 6.22 "I'm Thinking of You All the While" Review
Disaster at the wedding, (or the dancefloor, ha!) as we knew it would be, we weren't going to get a happy ending, not in this show. As Alaric (Matt Davis) morns Jo (Jodi Lyn O'Keefe) and the twins, it's about Elena (Nina Dobrev) again. Yes she's leaving, yes she had to get a big part for her last ep and all that, but you'd think we'd at least get something different, or something more we could sink our teeth into, but alas, it was a bit rushed in places and mixed up in others. Not as in confusing, but more in, 'let's see after 6 seasons, what can be done for a proper finale'. Don't get me started on the end either, which I will come to.
So Jo's father, Joshua (Christopher Cousins) tries to get revenge on Kai (Chris Wood) no go there, Liv (Penelope Mitchell) lies dying next to Tyler (Michael Trevino) who also sees it as the end for him, but she makes him live on, cos he can. It's a full moon and so if he takes her life, he can become a werewolf again, which he doesn't want to do, but she's fine with it cos she loves him and wants him to live. So that was the Gemini coven wiped out in one fell swoop. Which left a bad taste in terms of was everything they fought for and the merging, with Luke giving up his own life, all worth it in the end, when no one remained. The logic of witches, or the illogic of this show.
Damon (Ian Somerhalder) tells Stefan (Paul Wesley) that Elena won't wake up and he has to tell him to take her to the hospital, before Kai snaps his and Caroline's (Candace Accola) neck, cos they'd be in the way. Of course Elena actually drinking Damon's blood would be too convenient. Though he can be with her by holding her hand in the road, where they first met and he wants her to dance with him. Kai leaves a message for Bonnie (Kat Graham) on that video again which she shows Matt (Zach Roerig) just as Kai tells Damon the same thing. That he's cast a spell whereby Bonnie's life has been linked to Elena's. If he wants Elena to wake, Bonnie must die. That's his version of the ultimate revenge. Though he didn't count on a lot of things happening and with Damon surprising everyone. Matt tells Bonnie to leave town cos Damon will kill her. But she's staying here.
Kai stabs himself in the neck cos he's now become one of Lily's (Annie Wersching) creatures, or rather a vampire. Alaric puts Jo in the back of the truck and he takes the gun to shoot Kai, but since he's a vampire he won't die. We find this out when Stefan asks Lily what she gave Kai in return for bringing back her family. After Enzo (Michael Mularkey) takes him and Caroline to her. Lily can't believe her family isn't here and tells Stefan she won't become the ripper if she can think about them. He tells her to come back to the dungeon cos he's her son, but she doesn't listen, she wants hr family. Yeah okay, deluded mother, that's ejust so ,there'll be more fodder, I mean story for next season!
Tyler shows up and bites Kai making him need the cure. He asks Damon but only if he he brings Elena back, which he won't do. Alaric also trying to shoot himself. but he runs out of bullets. Bonnie tries to confront Kai when she sees he's vulnerable from the bite, but even she underestimates him, since he tells her a werewolf is magic and all he needs to do is to get rid of the magic, thus curing himself and then he throws Bonnie up against the wall. Damon shows up and he fools Kai into believing that he won't save Bonnie's life and leaves her with the collapsed lung and on her last breath. Kai is also shocked that he didn't kill Bonnie to save his precious Elena. He then sneaks up behind Kai and beheads him. Uh-oh end of Kai and the coven. Like I said they weren't expecting that and neither was Bonnie. Damon saves her cos Elena wouldn't forgive him if he didn't let her live.
They put Elena in the coffin and all say goodbye to her. She tells Bonnie and Caroline to keep a diary of everything they do and how many times they'd want to shout at Damon, so she doesn't miss a thing and can be here withe her friends. Asking Bonnie to make the feathers fly one last time. Matt she sees as a policeman, she tell him it's what he needs to do. This might be the last time he sees her. Alaric must let in the pain and then drown in it before he can move on and she gets to see Jeremy (Steven R McQueen) too. Though he doesn't get a reunion with Bonnie, no, it's all about Elena! Also Stefan she thanks for rescuing her when she needed him the most. Seems Alaric isn't meant to be happy with anyone. She tells Tyler to embrace who he is and be proud of it.
But Damon is the love of her life and she wants him to live his life. To go on and not miss a thing. So they have their dance as Stefan confesses his feelings to Caroline, that no matter what he'll wait for her until she's ready to be with him. Damon and Stefan hope Elena will be safe in the Salvatore crypt cos word will get out she has the cure and every vampire who wants to take it will be after her. SO much for Damon taking the cure too. Bonnie will do a spell on the crypt. Lily is reunited with her family cos Enzo realizes that the building behind them wasn't here and Kai must've masked it.
Time flies and we're in the future Mystic Falls where Matt's the sheriff and Damon stands on the clock tower and watches. So no mouldy bag of chips left there by Elena then! Ha. Didn't like that vision of the future, cos it's only one of many scenarios. Hopefully we won't resort to anymore flashbacks or anything else to Elena. I mean, Jo died and so did the twins and all anyone could do was mourn Elena, who'll be up and at 'em as soon as Bonnie dies and that doesn't necessarily have to be in sixty years, could be much sooner. They made short, sharp shift of Kai though, after promising us so much with his character. Feel cheated! He didn't get much of a revenge for the prison world.
They had dance doubles for Damon and Elena, she was obvious cos her botty kept changing in size, but really those moves weren't that difficult!
Yes Damon's come along way from the selfish Salvatore he used to be. Especially since he didn't kill Bonnie, which he would've thought of and done without hesitation in the past, but he hasn't run out of nick names for her. Then Stefan also says how Elena was the one who reunited him with Damon and made them see themselves as brothers again, which still leaves a lot to be said about Lily. But it's always just the two of them and it seems it always will be. That's the only family they have and need and see me tip toeing into Supernatural territory here, but am waiting for that one crossover ep. between the two shows. It doesn't even have to be shows, just the four brothers will do!!
Sunday 28 June 2015
The Vampire Diaries 6.21 "I'll Wed You in the Golden Summertime" Review
So it's the big day and everyone is having some sort of a crisis, what's new. Hold on, as Jo (Jodi Lyn O'Keefe) said, maybe I shouldn't have used the word 'big' ha. Bonnie (Kat Graham) dreams of Kai (Chris Wood) (should I read anything into that? ha, you know love/hate) and Lily (Annie Wersching) terrorizing her and wakes to find it was only a dream. As we know when Bonnie dreams it's not for the best and something will happen. Elena (Nina Dobrev) wakes her for the wedding preps and everything's going wrong until Caroline (Candace Accola) turns up, yeah control freak Caroline, which she later tells Stefan (Paul Wesley). That she was horrible, she made him switch off his humanity after she did the same to herself, cos there was nothing else left for her to do. But he forgives her. All she needed from him was a response to how he felt about her, which he couldn't do, not until it was too late. So she tells him that control is all she has and she doesn't want to lose that.
Stefan drives Damon (Ian Somerhalder) to a house in the 'burbs so he can see what his human life will be like. He hasn't thought about the bills, the mortgage, the 2.4 children or anything. But lo and behold, he's actually thought of it all. The bar where he'll work, where they'll live and where Elena will go to med school. Stefan calls Elena to tell her the bad news but she wants him to still try. He gets inside Damons' head and shows him he'll be microwaving dinners, be all alone, when she returns at all hours and after she graduates med school, she'll still be busy and they'll drift apart. To the point of where they'll resent each other cos they won't have time for each other. Even when Elena dies he'll be alone. But Damon's having none of it. Even when Stefan tells him it was her idea. He can't believe his brother and his girlfriend are so sadistic.
Stefan leaves him there and he busts the football of the neighbour's kid, then sees a couple who've been together for forty years and has a change of heart. No, he can't be human, it's not about him being human to be with Elena, cos that's not what the show's about. Aas Stefan said, he was inadequate when he was human, he had no purpose. Yet she's happy when he tells her that he's going to take the cure for both of them. Here's hoping by the end of the ep he changes his mind. Cos really it can't be all about Elena again, even now with the cure.
Enzo (Michael Mularkey) drops by with an MP3 of songs for Lily and when Bonnie gives them to her she grabs her by the neck. Don't now why she bothered. Caroline ropes in Tyler (Michael Trevino) and Matt (Zach Roerig) to help with the wedding arrangements, yeah Tyler and flowers and Liv (Penelope Mitchell) arrives for the wedding. Caroline says they should talk, but after what she did to him, there's not much to say. Bonnie tells Matt about her dreams and he suggests they should get rid of Lily once and for all. When they go and get her from the dungeon, she's not there and they're strangled by Kai of course, with his invisible power. It had to be him, but why not just kill them and end it if he's so ruthless about the whole thing.
Lily thanks Enzo for the MP3 and has a message that her friends are here. At the containers, there's no sign of them and Enzo asks who made her come here. Was it possibly Jeremy? Haven't seen him in a while and well it is the season finale next ep. Jo has a panic attack and is rushed to hospital with Elena calling Alaric (Matt Davis) about it. But he can't see her cos it's bad luck and Mystic Falls is the worst place to not be suspicious. Not that it mattered. Cos at the wedding they say their vows and Jo even walks down the aisle withe her father (Christopher Cousins). Yet there's a surprise in store, Kai turns up and stabs her. Then leashes hell on the guests.
Jo's almost pre-emptive fateful line when she asks if it's the wedding dress, there's something wrong with the wedding dress. Also Elena and the whole thing about being able to get drunk faster now cos she's human and then the upbeat pros of being human when conversing with Alaric. "It's like feeling alive." Or something along those lines. Which came back to bite her when she's hurt at the end when Kai let loose his witchy powers, cos yes it's all about her again. Clearly she can't stay here if she's going to get hurt at the first sign of trouble, so like Jeremy she'll have to leave too.
Damon seemed to change his mind about becoming human, cos let's face it, brother Stefan will be there through thick and thin, but girlfriends/partners/wives will come and go, is it worth giving all that up and rotting away the first sign someone comes along and finds him. Cos he clearly couldn't tell Stefan where he'd be if someone came looking for him. Also Damon your timing sucks, they haven't even solved the entire mother problem yet, who's to say mommy wouldn't be the one coming after him either. She doesn't see her own blood family as family! Damon managed to still look good all alone as a human in front of the TV!
Wednesday 17 June 2015
The Vampire Diaries 6.20 "I'd Leave My Happy Home For You" Review
Jo (Jodi Lyn O'Keefe) can't wait to marry Alaric (Matt Davis) and it's her last shift as a single woman. An officer takes Jo away and strips for her. Elena (Nina Dobrev) Bonnie (Kat Graham) celebrate at Jo's bachelorette party at a whole diner by themselves since she compelled the owner, as the others celebrate at Alaric's party. Cos this ep wasn't so much about Jo but Elena as usual. As she just wants to stuff herself. Bonnie asks Elena if she wants to talk about the cure and Damon (Ian Somerhalder) called her to tell her. She "teleported out of there." He told Bonnie. She wanted to be human again. Damon says she'll drink it and then he feeds from her and he's human and they die together. He wants to be with Elena. He hasn't told his brother of 166 years that he's planning on becoming human.
Matt (Zach Roerig) drinks and he wants Tyler (Michael Trevino) to know what it feels like since he hates himself and everyone else along with him. He tries to force Tyler to control his anger and asks how training went cos he can't be there. Also Tyler doesn't want to be there, cos it was Matt's thang and if he had to shoot someone, he'd turn back into a werewolf and he doesn't want that. Enzo's (Michael Mularkey) shows up, invited by Damon as Stefan (Paul Wesley) calls Caroline and leaves a voicemail for her. He's been avoiding Lily (Annie Wersching) and needs a callback. Enzo's in joke about forcing himself on a gurney and having his spleen forced out, which is what happened to Sarah, of course Stefan didn't know this. He tells Stefan that Lily was the one who turned him. She needs help now cos the ascendant was destroyed and she can't get her friends back. So she goes on a ripper rampage. What else could she do, I mean you've gotta have one of those practically every season. Enzo taking a jello shot but can't figure out how to take it!
Stefan knows Lily lied when she brought him back and flipped his switch and she knows he doesn't look into her eyes when he's lying, cos she doesn't want a pep talk, doesn't want to be their mother, but just wants to rip heads off. So much for last eps tears and self-loathing. She wants her friends back but can't get them back, she gets away from Stefan and goes on that rampage. Ending up with Bonnie and Jo since she recognizes her. Wanting revenge on her for destroying the ascendant and Bonnie adamant she won't help cos she doesn't want Kai (Chris Wood) back. Her magic didn't really do much to Lily, come to think of it and she attacks her in the neck. Then goes after Jo, but stops after she tells Lily she's pregnant. Wishing her luck with the twins.
Lily's speech to Stefan about his mother being dead, was similar to Elena telling Stefan that the woman he loved was also dead, after she turned, yeah, so she could chase after Damon instead now. Enzo knows about Damon taking the cure since he got Alaric drunk enough to get it out of him and says he wouldn't go through with it, not even for Elena. Well that doesn't ring true for Elena since Jo tells Bonnie that not being supernatural anymore doesn't matter and you still love the person in the same way. Apparently that isn't the case with Elena, as she changed her mind about Stefan in season 3.
Damon wants to meet Elena and he tells her he's on the clock tower whist she stuffs her face (still!) with burnt fires! Even the town clock doesn't work, seems the second hand just got stuck where it was and time didn't move at all. Can vampires stop time? ha. He wants to show her something and they jump from the clock tower. Wasn't that a harkback to Katherine doing the same. They talk and he says the things he'd miss about being a vampire, feeding, speeding and reading minds. As he takes her back to her house. As well as "eternally looking great in a black leather jacket." He's had enough fantasy for a hundred lifetimes and he wants to be human with her. He gives her the cure, did she expect he'd leave it in the soapdish (his fave hiding place!) and she takes it. Then has a fainting fit and can recall all her memories. He carries her to the Mystic Grill and she tells him it's all coming back to her now!
Enzo tells Stefan about Damon and wanting to take the cure and leaves. He's such a troublemaker isn't he. Elena pricks her finger and wow, it bleeds, she's human now. Cue Lily who snaps Damon's neck and wants to feed on her. She escapes through the tunnel and calls Stefan. He turns up and tells her to be a mother to them, that her sons love her too and she sees he's looking into her eyes and not lying. Well two can play the acting game, as Damon vervains her from behind. Didn't get wind of that ambush did she. Stefan confronts him about taking the cure and he says he wants to be with Elena, but Stefan admits he's upset cos he doesn't want to lose his brother.
She's back in the dungeon after trying to stake Stefan that's right, she could've just staked herself instead and saved everyone the bleeding heart misery, as Stefan tells her she will always be his mother and in a few centuries may come to love her son. She replies he doesn't know what it's like it be really devastated and she's going to bring back her family. She and Kai can do a double act.
Elena tells Damon she recalls everything and his reply back at the island when she asked him to take the cure together and become human. When he turned and walked away and he couldn't think of anything more miserable. He'll wilt and die just like Katherine and we can't have that. Jo tells Alaric about the twins and shows him the ultrasound but if the Gemini Coven find out they'll make them go through the ritual to strip Kai of his powers. Alaric says they'll get married and run away.
Kai cooks breakfast for Lily's family as he prepares to leave that snow hell of 1903 behind and return! Well he was always bound to return. Another ep about Elena, surprise, surprise and Damon had to tell her Bonnie's okay as she stood in front of the fire, thinking of number one! She couldn't even be bothered to go see her. Hey is Kai a vampire/witchy now? There were bite marks on his neck. This show has its ups and down,s it has so many good eps and then we get some mediocre ones. Wasn't it Stefan who wanted to take the cure and be human, yet Elena wasted it on Katherine. Now Damon wants to be human, so if he thought about it, deep down, it's not something he'd have wanted. Stuck with Elena and human, who'd want that! Yeah Elena, go and get your mouldy, burnt fries bag from that clock tower!!
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