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I'm going to try something. It requires your participation! And perhaps some sparkly text:
~*ROUND-ROBIN COMMENTFIC PARTY!!*~
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!

Re: The travel back in time AU
It's a sickly grey dawn now, and the guard who pokes his head over the castle wall looks equally sickly. Even his chainmail and helmet - and dim, unbidden memory tells Lucy it is quite good armor, though never as good as true dwarf work - fail to improve the impressiveness of his demeanor.
He looks down at them with a bored expression. "Your business in these parts, strangers?"
"We're lost," Edmund calls up, and pauses, clearly trying to remember the language they used to speak in lands like these, long ago. "We--"
"My master has set a riddle for all who would invoke his hospitality," the guard intoned, clearly enjoying his capacity as official pain in the Pevensies' necks. "The riddle you shall answer is this: what is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
Re: The travel back in time AU
Re: The travel back in time AU
Re: The travel back in time AU
Edmund turns to Lucy and they share a frown. As he turns back to the guard, he absently takes one of Lucy's hands and tries to rub some warmth into it. Standing about wet on the English moor (or something resembling it) does not do wonders for one's constitution.
Edmund calls, "Who is your master, anyway?"