Post by Jeff Gerke on Mar 5, 2007 22:23:18 GMT -5
Let's say there are folks from the SF world who are trying to work things out with folks in the fantasy world. Take my "3 Acts with the New Religion Idea" thoughts, in which a small group from each faction is trying to unite.
So I can see this very tense banquet. Both sides are there, perhaps grudgingly, but tension is high. Small fights and quarrels are everywhere, or else stiff formality and cold relations.
Both sides do something special to honor the other side, kind of like at a state dinner between the U.S. and U.S.S.R. during the height of the Cold War.
Maybe the fantasy side brings in dancers and a storyteller, perhaps, and a wizard to put on a show of wonder, and some mounted warriors to display their prowess with lance and spear. The SF side brings in a holographer and an ether band and a chemist and a corps of marksmen.
These displays are supposedly to honor the other faction, but really they're to show the other side that they can whup 'em if it comes to that.
But at the tensest moment, when things are about to come to blows, one of the lead SF musicians (a major character, perhaps?) goes over to one of the talented fantasy musicians and asks him how to play his instrument. The sounds he makes are so awful as to be hilarious. It breaks the tension. Then both bands huddle together and begin learning from one another, quickly coming up with (to steal from Robots) a fusion of jazz and funk, called junk.
In the midst of the synergy surrounding the jam session, the leaders from the SF and fantasy worlds find each other and slowly begin to thaw their relations, even sharing some ale and maybe getting sloshed together.
Because of the bridge-building work of the musicians, what could've been a major debacle becomes the breakthrough both sides wanted but neither side knew how to create.
Maybe the SF musician who started it all could be suddenly elected as the ambassador/liason to the fantasy people. Maybe the fantasy musician could become his counterpart. Maybe these two could even become fast friends and the focus of some or much of the storytelling. (Maybe if things fall apart and their factions have split, these two could find each other and play one last duet.)
Anyway, grist for the mill.
Jeff
So I can see this very tense banquet. Both sides are there, perhaps grudgingly, but tension is high. Small fights and quarrels are everywhere, or else stiff formality and cold relations.
Both sides do something special to honor the other side, kind of like at a state dinner between the U.S. and U.S.S.R. during the height of the Cold War.
Maybe the fantasy side brings in dancers and a storyteller, perhaps, and a wizard to put on a show of wonder, and some mounted warriors to display their prowess with lance and spear. The SF side brings in a holographer and an ether band and a chemist and a corps of marksmen.
These displays are supposedly to honor the other faction, but really they're to show the other side that they can whup 'em if it comes to that.
But at the tensest moment, when things are about to come to blows, one of the lead SF musicians (a major character, perhaps?) goes over to one of the talented fantasy musicians and asks him how to play his instrument. The sounds he makes are so awful as to be hilarious. It breaks the tension. Then both bands huddle together and begin learning from one another, quickly coming up with (to steal from Robots) a fusion of jazz and funk, called junk.
In the midst of the synergy surrounding the jam session, the leaders from the SF and fantasy worlds find each other and slowly begin to thaw their relations, even sharing some ale and maybe getting sloshed together.
Because of the bridge-building work of the musicians, what could've been a major debacle becomes the breakthrough both sides wanted but neither side knew how to create.
Maybe the SF musician who started it all could be suddenly elected as the ambassador/liason to the fantasy people. Maybe the fantasy musician could become his counterpart. Maybe these two could even become fast friends and the focus of some or much of the storytelling. (Maybe if things fall apart and their factions have split, these two could find each other and play one last duet.)
Anyway, grist for the mill.
Jeff