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So I have concrud for the third time this year (my life, you guys! so hard! cons are so exciting and multiply amazing and infectious!) and so I steal a meme from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alpheratz:
You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in comments. (examples: "Five Dates X Regretted Going On," or "Five Fannish Gatherings that Y Attended"). I'll answer with a list of five things.
Fandoms: Welcome To Night Vale (quelle surprise), M*A*S*H, Cabin Pressure, Vorkosigan, Sports Night, etc., but the whole list is here and I'm usually happy to write most of them.
alpheratz:You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in comments. (examples: "Five Dates X Regretted Going On," or "Five Fannish Gatherings that Y Attended"). I'll answer with a list of five things.
Fandoms: Welcome To Night Vale (quelle surprise), M*A*S*H, Cabin Pressure, Vorkosigan, Sports Night, etc., but the whole list is here and I'm usually happy to write most of them.
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Five episodes of M*A*S*H Carlos and Cecil watched together (this is radio nowhere)
1. "To Market, To Market"
Carlos had thought Cecil wouldn't understand it. There were reruns on Night Vale television just like there were reruns everywhere else, but Carlos tended to see television sets in the town quiet and still, dusty to the touch. When he switched on Cecil started, as though only just at that moment alive to the idea of something outside Night Vale; he watched I Love Lucy and 30 Rock and The Daily Show all with the same bright-eyed anthropological wonder, tinged with wariness.
At the sound of the helicopters, Carlos turned. "We watched this a lot when I was growing up," he said, and they went to get takeout, watching Hawkeye and Trapper trade Henry's desk for a cache of penicillin over speakeasy pizza. On the television the desk swung below the chopper, and Carlos had a sudden memory of childhood, the family couch with its view of the adult world, hilarious and strange. Sitting beside him on another couch, holding Carlos's hand, Cecil laughed in the right places.
2. "Abyssinia, Henry"
And he cried in the right places, too; and although there was still some of the same wonder in him, there was understanding, too. Of course, Carlos thought, Cecil would understand that: living in a world of sideways violence, where bodies fell from the sky.
3. "No Sweat"
"There's a radio announcer, I like that," Cecil said, curling into Carlos on the couch, resting his head on Carlos's shoulder.
"Oh, that's not a radio," Carlos said, moving to give him more space. "That's a PA announcer."
"But you never see him," Cecil said, a little sleepily. "Even though sometimes he speaks when they're in the same room as the PA."
"Oh," Carlos said. "I guess you're right."
"That's what I like about radio," Cecil said, sounding more sleepy with each word, "it comes from nowhere. Even when you're nowhere, out in a tent on the edge of everything you ever thought you knew. Even when you're nowhere, you're not alone. You know. I mean, you know. Welcome to Night Vale."
Carlos said, "I love you."
4. "The Novocaine Mutiny"
Cecil, concentrating, asked: "Why do they call him Radar?"
On the television, Radar said: "Sometimes I know what's going to happen before it happens."
5. "Follies of the Living, Concerns of the Dead"
"Oh, God, I remember this," Carlos was saying, and on the television, the soldiers were gone in the mist, one by one, in their bare feet unseen. "Cecil, are you... are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Cecil said, although he didn't sound it, and then: "It doesn't look like that all the time. Only sometimes."
"Oh," Carlos said. He was feeling cold, suddenly. On the television the theme tune played long and slow, "Suicide Is Painless" in a minor key.
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For YEARS now I've had vague memories of "Follies of the Living, Concerns of the Dead" but had never properly found it in an episode guide or caught it in reruns. (I've watched many many reruns, but they do tend to happen out of sequence.) As a result, I've just had this half-remembered episode in my head that I couldn't be sure was real, or if it was jumbled impressions and fill-in-the-blank imaginings from something I must have last seen when I was about five.
And then you wrote that.
HOW DID YOU DO THAT.
...I need some water. and to lie down. :)
(I love this whole thing -- so many good little moments throughout!)
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