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HELP HELP HELP THIS STUPID STORY IS WRITING ITSELF I AM NOT INVOLVED IN THIS I FEEL LIKE I HAVE BEEN TAKEN PRISONER IN MY OWN BODY AND THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE IT STOP IS TO ACTUALLY PUT THE FUCKING THING ON PAPER BECAUSE OTHERWISE MY BRAIN WILL KEEP WRITING IT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT OH GOD WHAT A CLUSTERFUCK.

IT MIGHT BE ABOUT A CIRCUS I DON'T EVEN KNOW EXCEPT EVERYTHING I WANT TO WRITE RIGHT NOW IS ABOUT CIRCUSES SO THERE YOU GO ALSO I AM SO NOT HAPPY WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT FUCK FUCK FUCK I AM A HOSTAGE TO MY HANDS AND BRAIN I BLAME EVERYONE I KNOW FOR THIS YOU ARE ALL FIRED.

I NEED A DRINK COFFEE IS NO LONGER CUTTING IT WHERE IS THE FUCKING EVERCLEAR? (OF COURSE I HAVE EVERCLEAR, DON'T BE A FOOL. GOD HATES FOOLS.)

ETA: ALSO, MY WRITING SUCKS.

EDITED FURTHER: OH GOD SERIOUSLY MY WRITING IS SO BAD YOU GUYS. SO SO BAD IT SHOULD NEVER BE SEEN IN PUBLIC WHY AM I DOING THIS.

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*points and laughs*

I KNOW THIS FEELING SO WELL.

IT IS YOUR FAULT. YOUR FAULT SO HARD. YOURS. STOP BEING AWESOME, OKAY? It makes my brain do WEIRD SHIT LIKE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YET.

SRSLY, there is no plot, only Gabe and William being CRAZY, NOT AWESOME. NEED MOAR PLOT. GRAAAAAAAAHHHHH.

~~Honest to gods and monsters, if you find a way to tie that back to the Thursdayverse I may have to swim the ocean, crawl the landmass, and clean your shoes with my hair. FACT.

I don't think I'm QUIIIITE prepared to step on you and

groaty's toes yet, but I do know that it will be crazy and I'm not sure if I want to go mobbish or ex mob or something.

THINGS I LOVE:
Sociopaths.
The mafia.
New Jersey.
Smoking.
Murder.
Torture.
Writing all of those things.

Of those, the only one I know nothing about is NJ.

... and I saw posters for that Frankie Valli musical "Jersey Boys" today and was busy trying to work out how MCR could possibly be tweaked to be the subject of the musical. And my brain went weird. CROONER-CHEMICAL-ROMANCE. YOU KNOW IT MAKES NOT A LICK OF SENSE.

Here, have like the fourth draft of the first two 'graphs, I know it sucks but STILL I CANNOT EVEN BELIEVE I'M WRITING THIS.

"They’d lost Ryland, and Gabe had that look around his eyes that said he was thinking of taking off himself. Or maybe that he was thinking of seeing how long it could take to paint the walls with approximately five pints of blood.

Personally, William thought you’d need either a small room or a lot more people, but this wasn’t the time to argue about it. It wasn’t like that was a moral objection, more that it was practicalities, and the look in Gabe’s eyes wasn’t one that had much interest in practicality."

OH GOD 50's POP AU IT HURTS. I can TOTALLY - actually, you know, Frank Sinatra, OH GOD. No. That's totally working in my head, with MCR in kind of the role of the Rat Pack and NO NO NO WRONG SO BAD. And this is because: it works so fucking well.

DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT.

Hi, my name is Derek and in my spare time I give apples to ladies called Eve.

MCR in kind of the role of the Rat Pack

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Also I am now trying to work out how you'd paint a room with 5 pints of blood. Because I think it took about 1/4 of a pint to paint one A3 painting, which I know had layers and stuff, but still.

... um.

THAT is why you need more people. Dude, Gabe is not the practicalities man here, Gabe is the ideas man, and William is the practicalities man. It totally works canonically! Gabe: claims that a drug-fueled hallucination is why he started a band. William: cannot play 20 Questions because he takes everything far, far too seriously. (Also, my favourite fact in the world is that he went on a semi-vendetta against Sonic the restaurant chain BECAUSE OF A GAME OF 20 QUESTIONS HOW IS HE EVEN REAL? Like, seriously, how has he not been hit by a bus at some point because he'd decided to ignore their reality.)

I have overthought this a touch, I suspect.

YEEEEESSSS, MCR IN VEGAS RUNNING SHADY DEALS WITH MOB BOSSES. AU OF MY SOUL PERHAPS. I THINK YOU SHOULD WRITE IT.

If I ever go on a killing spree you're coming along as technical director.

Gabe: claims that a drug-fueled hallucination is why he started a band

What.

William: cannot play 20 Questions because he takes everything far, far too seriously

Okay, WHAT. Seriously, what.

I THINK YOU SHOULD WRITE IT.

I THINK YOU SHOULD GTFO, IT WOULD INVOLVE BOTH STEPPING ON JESS'S TOES *AND* RESEARCH.

I would be totally pleased to!

Cobra Starship: SUPPOSEDLY, Gabe had a vision, while on peyote in New Mexico, of a cobra that told him he had to start a band. Humanity was fucked, according to the cobra, so his job was to make sure that humanity went out in style, to teach emo kids not to be pussies, and to teach hipsters not to take themselves so seriously. I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS UP. (The sad reality is probably that he had a couple letter jackets, one for Starship Disco and one for the Cobras, and that probably came from there.) I LIKE THE FAKE VERSION BETTER.

William: apparently refused for a long time to eat at Sonic restaurants because of this incident. William, I love you, but you overthink things. A LOT. (Also, Mike was giving him shitty answers, seriously, BUT SERIOUSLY, A VENDETTA.)

Okay, I'll do the research, you do the writing, and it will be BEAUTIFUL. VEGAS AU MOB RAT PACK GO.

Okay, I'll do the research, you do the writing, and it will be BEAUTIFUL. VEGAS AU MOB RAT PACK GO.

I ... I have no further objections. Shit.

Crap, now we're both screwed.

I am torn on who should be Peter Lawford. Part of me wants Bob to be Peter, but part of me is also aware that if I was Gerard's mother, I would have dressed him up like a pretty, pretty girl till age eleven too. Let's face it, I would do that NOW.

Do you even think Gerard would stop you? For some reason in my head it's funnier if you put Mikey in a dress. I think it's his :| face.

Hey, he might; he is a Real Boy now that he's all married and his wife is expecting, after all.

Further thinkings are needed. Also, I am conflicted about Sammy Davis Jr. Part of me is thinking THAT should be Bob - you know, he's not from Jersey, after all, but I also don't really think it was very awesome that Davis was pretty much in the Rat Pack so that Sinatra and Martin had someone to make fun of for being a POC and a Jew. And then my brain points out that the purpose of an AU isn't to slavishly copy the original material.

So my thoughts:
Bob is Sammy, the butt of many jokes for not being from Jersey.
Mikey is Peter, who was dressed as a girl until he was eleven, maybe.
Gerard is Frank because of course he is Large and In Charge.
Frankie is Dean. Trust me on this.
Which makes Ray Joey, which seems reasonable.

I mean, not that this needs to be slavishly copied, but so there's a sense of who's who in terms of "Well, Bob is now automatically the comic relief because he isn't from Jersey and Gee is of course the wheeler-dealer with the REALLY sketchy associations." Or am I just demonstrating that I don't know how in the hell one writes fic? Cause believe me, I've got a couple pages on my hard drive that demonstrate I already know THAT.

I know NOTHING about the Rat Pack so that's already better than ... yeah. Ooooh. I DON'T KNOW HOW ONE WRITES FIC EITHER, I just ... do it.

Really I think what's probably important apart from knowing anything about 1950s Vegas is, uh, getting a minor handle on their voices/idiom.

Yes, tell me about that. I realised several hours ago that my characters sound like shit (in three lines of dialogue total) because I can only write ONE VOICE.

If this is really a serious plan, I'll look into the availability of Ocean's Eleven and see what's on YouTube. I have no clue how they talked, but I'm pretty sure that what I'm thinking (very Maltese Falcon Sam Spade) is wrong.

... Uh, I do that. So far no one has noticed. :0

YESS. Uh, I think there might well be clips of them talking somewhere around. Only I'm at work again now and can't go look for them.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubcVEuA55jc - Sinatra getting an Oscar, and oh my god does he have a lot of the same verbal tics as Gee.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oH8PyWJG6Y - Sinatra presents an Oscar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEFfWs8xL4s - Sinatra, late in life, interviewed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sma87ydmSFM - Davis being interviewed about James Dean.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFtIIq0PPvs - Martin being interviewed; this one is pretty clearly scripted, so I don't know how well it works for your purposes. It's hard to find YouTubes of these guys not singing! There's also at least two more parts that are linked in the related box.

There's not really anything on Lawford and Bishop. I don't know if Ocean's Eleven is worth looking at - again, it's scripted, and I'm not sure if you're aiming for scripted or un here.

"Life is not a cabaret, my friend. It's a fucking circus."

BRB STEALING FOR FIC OF HORRIBILITY. GRAAAAAAHHHH.

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