Date: Sun, 6 Oct 1996 07:32:02 -0400 From: ILCzJules1@aol.com To all, Hello and welcome. I feel an explanation is necessary for my Ep. Slants. You must initially understand that I am a Cousin. Who is, first and foremost, of the Unnamed Faction. And that these were written and posted for the entertainment of the UF Loop. What I do is take a scene or scenes from an episode and, as I re-tell the selected story bits, I interject my own brand of facetiously humorous, sarcastic and/or sometimes serious - remarks, comments and observations. All with an Unnamed Cousinly point of view. Agree or disagree, it's all meant to be taken as 'tongue in thong'...oops, I mean 'tongue in cheek', the *other* set cheeks ;-[)! Be aware -- These are PG13, at times. And some are much better than others, since they span a period of months and I got more adept as I went along (I hope .). Also, they are listed in alphabetical order, not chronologically to my original posting. So, enjoy...or not. Either way these Ep. Slants are mine, Illinois Jules (aka Julie Swendsen). I will never own the rights to any of the FK characters or their lines, and they are only being borrowed for the nonprofit enjoyment of myself and my Unnamed friends. If I ever finish bending these to my needs, I *will* return them, only slightly spindled and barely mutilated. Illinois Jules Input gleefully accepted. __________________________________________________________ Ep. Slant: Blind Faith -- (another flash backing favorite with all the tasty implications!) LC: "Austerity doesn't suit you, Nicholas. I worry about you in this awful place living off the land." N: "I like the challenge [pause] and the solitude." LC: "Hmm. A hound is a picturesque touch. Gone to the dogs in my stead -- imagine it. To let you think he responds to you out of affection...out of love." (Watch Nikkie practically flinch at the word 'affection'. Ooo...the "L" word too.) N: "And he's a good hunter too." LC: [upset] "IT IS a pack animal Nicholas, the attention it gives you has nothing to do with affection. It is mere instinct. It will follow any master." [Nick will look, finally, at LaCroix, but turns away when their eyes meet] N: "He is my friend." (Do I detect a slight haughtiness in tone and action? Silly boy, mustn't piss off Uncle so!) LC: (Yes, he is visibly angry. Controlled, but angry.) "Dogs...are for breakfast. And only in the hardest of times." Later: LC quite gleefully dispenses with Nick's new companion, to a Carouche. (Jealous of a dog? Why Uncle, how possesive must you be?) Still later: Then their little tete-a`-tete. With Nick hacking out stakes to kill Raleigh [the dog], and LaCroix taunting him more. (LC takes such delight in putting his Nicholas over the edge with fury. < This will teach you to abandon me! >) ____________________________________________ As ever, Illinois Jules