DVD Commentary: Galaxies of Dreams
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xt1meThe whole point of me doing these DVD commentaries of my fic was for me to try to get into the habit of writing everyday so that I'd write more. That was also to whole point of the LJ in the first place. And, just like before, it didn't work.
OK, I'm just going to have to keep trying.
Gamora was sitting peacefully outside a quaint little cafe, staring absentmindedly at the statues in the park across the road, sipping coffee. She was just wondering why the statue facing her seemed so familiar when a smiling brown haired man sat in front of her. (Ok, so fun fact: I wrote Star Lord w/ blond hair originally because, even though Chris Pratt is a brunette in comic images I googled the character was blond at the time. I also completely forgot the actors hair colour when writing this. No I've since read a few of the comics and the hair colour is different depending on the run. apparently he originally had brown hair but I was difficult to colour & they changed it to blond. I don't know if that's true & I don't know what colour it is at the moment, I think there's been a few re-boots since the original run anyway. I just going to go with the actors hair colour that I should have done in the first place.)
"I hear you’re looking for me," he grinned, sticking out his hand, "Starlord."
Gamora just looked at him, "Who?" (because I have to put in the running gag)
He sighed, looking ridiculously crestfallen as he lowered his hand "Peter Quill? I got word from Yondu that you were asking around."
"Yes, he said you were a rogue, a liar and a thief."
"He should know, he raised me."
Gamora raised an eyebrow, that was something she hadn't known.
"So," The man was smiling again, "How can I help?"
"Have you ever heard of Kree Industries?" She asked. (I like AUs. Fitting old things to new ways is fun)
"That's that new business empire that's been making waves recently right?"
"Correct, the heir to the empire, Ronan, he been pushing the company further and further. He's picked up the name 'The Executioner' for his cut-throat business practices and he has recently decided to join forces with Thanos."
"Whoa, Thanos? From the Titan conglomerate? Rumoured to have the Chitauri Mob in his pocket, also known for being crazier than a bag of cats, That Thanos?" (I just wanted to stick the Avenger line in there as a shout out just becuse.)
"He is my father."
Quill froze guiltily "Um, no offence."
"You are not incorrect, Thanos is a deplorable man. If Kree Industries were to join with the Titan conglomerate they would have the most complete monopoly on energy production in the world. I'm sure you can imagine what would happen with people like Thanos and Ronan in charge. I want you to make sure the merger never goes ahead."
Now Quill looked interested, "Hmm, you're talking about inception."
"Am I?" (Character voices are hard. I'm trying to keep Quill informal & Gamora formal to fit there characters but still lat them sound like people in a conversation. I hope it comes across)
"Yeap, lucky for you I know just the group to help me pull it off."
Gamora frowned. Quill didn't seem to be taking this seriously.
"So far you have given me no indication you can help me. What good is a petty thief against Thanos?"
She glanced across the road, that statue was beginning to annoy her. Something was wrong. She turned back to Quill. (Tying to be subtle about backgrounds when you have to actually describe the backgrounds is hard)
"Why am I speaking to you? I had no intention of telling you all of this on our first meeting. Did you drug me? What did you do?"
The man’s smile widened, "Are you sure this is the first time we've met?"
"Of course I-" She stopped confused.
"How did you get here?" he prompted.
"I-" Gamora looked around, eyes landing on the statue again, she knew that statue.
"Hey," her eyes snapped back to Quill, "pick a colour." He had something in his hands now, it looked like the back of a picture frame. (How do you describe the back of a mirror? seriously)
"What?"
"Pick a colour." Did that man ever stop smiling.
"Green."
"Good choice." He turned the frame around, it was a mirror. In it Gamora could see the reflection of her face, her green face.
"What-" she looked down at herself, green from head to toe.
"What did you do!" she demanded. The mirror cracked.
"Hey, hey, calm down"
But she wasn't listening. That statue, it had been in the garden she played in as a child, before Thanos came and took her away; razing the place to the ground. He had some very definite ideas about the weakness of clinging to the past. (While Thanos in this 'verse may not train his adopted kids to be assassins exactly he's still a jerk)
The mirror shattered.
"Listen, you're dreaming, it's ok," Peter attempts at calming her down were interrupted by a voice behind him.
"Hello sister."
"Nebula?" Gamora said quietly, shocked.
"Hello there," Peter turned to the bald headed woman "So glad to meet- urk"
Nebula twisted the knife she had stabbed into his stomach.
The ground rumbled.
"You’re dead," Gamora whispered.
"And whose fault is that?" Nebula pulled out the knife and Peter slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. (I don't mention it but Gamora feels guilty for Nebula's death because she left her to die. All Thanos' kids were raised to be rivals and pushed to excel at extreme sports and stuff. While on some cross country ski race Gamora saw her sister fall behind & pushed on to win. The one in last place would be punished or something. But she didn't realise that Nebula fell down a hole or the was a storm or something & She froze to death. That's why she appears blue in the dream. Thanos defiantly showed her the dead body, the jerk)
As Nebula turned her back to him to face her sister he managed to pull out a gun. He pointed it, not at Nebula, but Gamora.
"Sorry" he gasped.
BANG
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(I decided to only write when they were in a dream. This was a literary choice & not at all because I'm lazy & it's a great way not to need set-ups.)
"So you've met everyone topside, now we can have the proper introductions" Peter was smiling again.
Gamora was still getting used to the suddenness of Dreams but there was one thing that was troubling her.
"Why am I still green?"
"Geez Star-bore, didn't you explain anything?" the question came from a large raccoon standing upright dressed in a jumpsuit that had the same voice as the Chemist she had been introduced to earlier.
"It's Starlord, come on," Quill whined, "Everyone calls you Rocket, why can't I have my own nick-name?"
"Because your name sucks. At least mine makes sense, I like to blow things up and use large guns. What stars are you lord of exactly?"
Next to Rocket, what Gamora had originally assumed was a tree started to move towards her. Holding out his hand the tree-man spoke in the gentle voice of the Architect she had seen Rocket talking at earlier.
"I am Groot."
Peter tore himself away from bickering with Rocket, "Hey wait, I was supposed to be doing the introductions."
"You were too slow." The Point-man, Drax, was more recognizable then the other two, his skin was now a green so dark it looked grey but the only other difference was he now had no shirt, showing off the tattoos, now red, that were only hinted at earlier.
Gamora decided she was better off just asking her question again. (Drax's skin colour in the movie is weird. I thought it was blue at first but it really depends on the lighting. His comic book counterpart is green though so I'm going w/ that)
"Why am I green?"
"Because dreams feel real when you're in them." Having being denied the introductions Peter rushed to give the explanation before he was interrupted.
"The fastest way out of a dream is dying, which is, obviously, not something you want to do when awake. Some Dreamers have a totem when they are awake, an object that only they know about that changes in a dream. Others, like us, have something in the Dream that isn't possible while awake. It depends of your own personal image of yourself, which is why changing colour is the easiest, but you never notice anything is strange in a dream unless it's pointed out." (I totally just wrote this whole fic to have a reason why everyone would look like an alien in the dreamworld)
"That's when things get interesting." Rocket gave a sharp, pointed toothed, grin.
"Very well, but why don't you look any different?"
"Because I have an extra trick up my sleeve." Quill was no longer standing in front of her, instead his voice was coming from an exact copy of herself, green skin and all.
"I'm not just an extractor," his smirk was disconcerting to her on her own face, "I'm also a Forger."
(Most my fics are just excuses for me to write my musings about things into stories. The prompt this was based on had the charters and their roles in it, it made a lot of sense but I changed Gamora from extractor to tourist to be the introductory/audience surrogate character.)
OK, I'm just going to have to keep trying.
Gamora was sitting peacefully outside a quaint little cafe, staring absentmindedly at the statues in the park across the road, sipping coffee. She was just wondering why the statue facing her seemed so familiar when a smiling brown haired man sat in front of her. (Ok, so fun fact: I wrote Star Lord w/ blond hair originally because, even though Chris Pratt is a brunette in comic images I googled the character was blond at the time. I also completely forgot the actors hair colour when writing this. No I've since read a few of the comics and the hair colour is different depending on the run. apparently he originally had brown hair but I was difficult to colour & they changed it to blond. I don't know if that's true & I don't know what colour it is at the moment, I think there's been a few re-boots since the original run anyway. I just going to go with the actors hair colour that I should have done in the first place.)
"I hear you’re looking for me," he grinned, sticking out his hand, "Starlord."
Gamora just looked at him, "Who?" (because I have to put in the running gag)
He sighed, looking ridiculously crestfallen as he lowered his hand "Peter Quill? I got word from Yondu that you were asking around."
"Yes, he said you were a rogue, a liar and a thief."
"He should know, he raised me."
Gamora raised an eyebrow, that was something she hadn't known.
"So," The man was smiling again, "How can I help?"
"Have you ever heard of Kree Industries?" She asked. (I like AUs. Fitting old things to new ways is fun)
"That's that new business empire that's been making waves recently right?"
"Correct, the heir to the empire, Ronan, he been pushing the company further and further. He's picked up the name 'The Executioner' for his cut-throat business practices and he has recently decided to join forces with Thanos."
"Whoa, Thanos? From the Titan conglomerate? Rumoured to have the Chitauri Mob in his pocket, also known for being crazier than a bag of cats, That Thanos?" (I just wanted to stick the Avenger line in there as a shout out just becuse.)
"He is my father."
Quill froze guiltily "Um, no offence."
"You are not incorrect, Thanos is a deplorable man. If Kree Industries were to join with the Titan conglomerate they would have the most complete monopoly on energy production in the world. I'm sure you can imagine what would happen with people like Thanos and Ronan in charge. I want you to make sure the merger never goes ahead."
Now Quill looked interested, "Hmm, you're talking about inception."
"Am I?" (Character voices are hard. I'm trying to keep Quill informal & Gamora formal to fit there characters but still lat them sound like people in a conversation. I hope it comes across)
"Yeap, lucky for you I know just the group to help me pull it off."
Gamora frowned. Quill didn't seem to be taking this seriously.
"So far you have given me no indication you can help me. What good is a petty thief against Thanos?"
She glanced across the road, that statue was beginning to annoy her. Something was wrong. She turned back to Quill. (Tying to be subtle about backgrounds when you have to actually describe the backgrounds is hard)
"Why am I speaking to you? I had no intention of telling you all of this on our first meeting. Did you drug me? What did you do?"
The man’s smile widened, "Are you sure this is the first time we've met?"
"Of course I-" She stopped confused.
"How did you get here?" he prompted.
"I-" Gamora looked around, eyes landing on the statue again, she knew that statue.
"Hey," her eyes snapped back to Quill, "pick a colour." He had something in his hands now, it looked like the back of a picture frame. (How do you describe the back of a mirror? seriously)
"What?"
"Pick a colour." Did that man ever stop smiling.
"Green."
"Good choice." He turned the frame around, it was a mirror. In it Gamora could see the reflection of her face, her green face.
"What-" she looked down at herself, green from head to toe.
"What did you do!" she demanded. The mirror cracked.
"Hey, hey, calm down"
But she wasn't listening. That statue, it had been in the garden she played in as a child, before Thanos came and took her away; razing the place to the ground. He had some very definite ideas about the weakness of clinging to the past. (While Thanos in this 'verse may not train his adopted kids to be assassins exactly he's still a jerk)
The mirror shattered.
"Listen, you're dreaming, it's ok," Peter attempts at calming her down were interrupted by a voice behind him.
"Hello sister."
"Nebula?" Gamora said quietly, shocked.
"Hello there," Peter turned to the bald headed woman "So glad to meet- urk"
Nebula twisted the knife she had stabbed into his stomach.
The ground rumbled.
"You’re dead," Gamora whispered.
"And whose fault is that?" Nebula pulled out the knife and Peter slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. (I don't mention it but Gamora feels guilty for Nebula's death because she left her to die. All Thanos' kids were raised to be rivals and pushed to excel at extreme sports and stuff. While on some cross country ski race Gamora saw her sister fall behind & pushed on to win. The one in last place would be punished or something. But she didn't realise that Nebula fell down a hole or the was a storm or something & She froze to death. That's why she appears blue in the dream. Thanos defiantly showed her the dead body, the jerk)
As Nebula turned her back to him to face her sister he managed to pull out a gun. He pointed it, not at Nebula, but Gamora.
"Sorry" he gasped.
BANG
_______________________________________
(I decided to only write when they were in a dream. This was a literary choice & not at all because I'm lazy & it's a great way not to need set-ups.)
"So you've met everyone topside, now we can have the proper introductions" Peter was smiling again.
Gamora was still getting used to the suddenness of Dreams but there was one thing that was troubling her.
"Why am I still green?"
"Geez Star-bore, didn't you explain anything?" the question came from a large raccoon standing upright dressed in a jumpsuit that had the same voice as the Chemist she had been introduced to earlier.
"It's Starlord, come on," Quill whined, "Everyone calls you Rocket, why can't I have my own nick-name?"
"Because your name sucks. At least mine makes sense, I like to blow things up and use large guns. What stars are you lord of exactly?"
Next to Rocket, what Gamora had originally assumed was a tree started to move towards her. Holding out his hand the tree-man spoke in the gentle voice of the Architect she had seen Rocket talking at earlier.
"I am Groot."
Peter tore himself away from bickering with Rocket, "Hey wait, I was supposed to be doing the introductions."
"You were too slow." The Point-man, Drax, was more recognizable then the other two, his skin was now a green so dark it looked grey but the only other difference was he now had no shirt, showing off the tattoos, now red, that were only hinted at earlier.
Gamora decided she was better off just asking her question again. (Drax's skin colour in the movie is weird. I thought it was blue at first but it really depends on the lighting. His comic book counterpart is green though so I'm going w/ that)
"Why am I green?"
"Because dreams feel real when you're in them." Having being denied the introductions Peter rushed to give the explanation before he was interrupted.
"The fastest way out of a dream is dying, which is, obviously, not something you want to do when awake. Some Dreamers have a totem when they are awake, an object that only they know about that changes in a dream. Others, like us, have something in the Dream that isn't possible while awake. It depends of your own personal image of yourself, which is why changing colour is the easiest, but you never notice anything is strange in a dream unless it's pointed out." (I totally just wrote this whole fic to have a reason why everyone would look like an alien in the dreamworld)
"That's when things get interesting." Rocket gave a sharp, pointed toothed, grin.
"Very well, but why don't you look any different?"
"Because I have an extra trick up my sleeve." Quill was no longer standing in front of her, instead his voice was coming from an exact copy of herself, green skin and all.
"I'm not just an extractor," his smirk was disconcerting to her on her own face, "I'm also a Forger."
(Most my fics are just excuses for me to write my musings about things into stories. The prompt this was based on had the charters and their roles in it, it made a lot of sense but I changed Gamora from extractor to tourist to be the introductory/audience surrogate character.)
