I received another wonderful prompt from romancoin the other day! She seriously has the best ideas. If y’all need prompts, ask her. But, anyway, she sent me this completely developed story and hinted she might try her hand at writing fanfic someday… so I strayed a bit from her premise in hopes that I’d annoy her enough to make her want to write it her own way. Ha! I love you romancoin, don’t hate me.
Here’s the premise that she pitched to me: Lonely Modern-Day-Claire (an engineer, to stir things up a bit) goes to Craig na Dunn not knowing it’s hidden powers. Something vanishes thru the cleft in the stone, prompting her to send other things thru. Jamie finds them and sends them back. Love letters ensue and one travels thru the stones to the other.
Day One - July 10th, 2016; Cairngorms National Park, Scotland.
Uncle Lamb and I had relocated to Oxford from Cairo about five years ago. He had taken a teaching position there, while I attempted to graduate early from upper school and begin taking university courses of my own in London. This set me at a complete disadvantage in the friends department, yet managed to earn me a certain measure of unwanted attention in the biochemical engineering department.
I took this summer off from internships, classes, and labs and instead followed my uncle to the Scottish Highlands. It was a breath of fresh air, literally and figuratively, to be back in the field with him.
This location wasn’t really within Uncle Lamb’s usual scope of historical exploration, he was an expert on the intermediate Egyptian dynasties with several books published on the more specific topic of New Kingdom hieroglyphics, but he had lost a bet with a favorite professor friend of his and, so, here we were.
Tipping my head back, I peered up the steep slope of the hill. Hiking was never far out of the realm of possibility with my uncle and I thanked my lucky stars I had worn my boots today. “It’s at the top?” I asked, rather unnecessarily.
Of course, it was at the top. It was always at the top. Except when it was at the very bottom, but, even then, you had to climb back to the top.
“Yep!” Dr Joe Abernathy, an American who specialized Scottish folklore, replied eagerly.
I trailed behind Uncle Lamb and Dr Joe as we hiked the path up to the top of Craigh na Dunn, listening absently to the two of them discuss the myths surrounding the site. They were two peas in a pod, although Dr Joe was significantly younger than my uncle, and were both in a titter about recently found artifacts or some such.
“And you say they just appear at the base?” My uncle asked skeptically.
Dr Joe nodded, “Dead as door nails.”
The thought of poor, dead birds randomly materializing on the ground in the middle of a henge made me shudder.
What on earth had I agreed to?
Day Three - July 13th, 2016.
I sat on the ground between two of the outer stones and chewed on the end of my pencil as I tried to get the cleft in the center stone right. It was quickly frustrating me, being almost geometrically proportional but off just enough to make it irritatingly irregular.
Tearing the page out of my sketchbook, I crumpled it up into a tight ball and threw it at the offending rock. It arched perfectly, looking like it was going to pass right thru the divide. I silently congratulated myself as I waited to see if it would land my uncle, who was working on the other side.
A startled shriek escaped my lips as the paper vanished into thin air.
“Are you alright, Claire?” Uncle Lamb stuck his head around the side of the stone.
Pointing above his head, I gaped, “Where the hell did it go?”
“Where did what go?” Dr Joe asked, coming towards me.
“My paper,” I stood as I answered. “I threw it at the stone and it disappeared.”
Dr Joe laughed and patted me on the head patronizingly, “Sure you did, kid.”
“I’m eighteen and I know what I saw!” I informed him.
Day Four - July 14th, 2016.
One of my favorite things to do when I was in the field with Uncle Lamb was to go for morning hikes. We were both early risers, but, as he need an entire pot of coffee before he was ready to do anything productive, I used it as my own private, quiet time.
I got to the top of the hill just as the sun was beginning to hit the standing stones. The sunrise painted the already eerie monoliths in an almost otherworldly light and I took out my phone to quickly capture the moment. Something white caught my eye in the corner of the image, prompting me to move closer to the center stone to investigate.
It was my paper.
Mouth open in astonishment, I scooped it up. It was slightly damp from the dew, but very obviously the paper I had thrown the afternoon before. It certainly hadn’t been there before we left, I had scoured the site looking for it to no avail.
I uncrumpled it and dropped the sheet of paper like it was a hot coal.
Someone had finished my sketch, signing their work with five neat letters in the bottom left hand corner.
1) more time compared to a movie. Each Level could be an episode. (with some levels getting 2, such as Welcome to Rapture, Fort Frolic, etc)
2) No worries about ratings. Netflix has shown it doesn’t care about E/G, and Bioshock has to be R. There is too much blood and death. Not to mention the Little Sisters and Big Daddies being who they are.
3) The Audio Dairies can be flashbacks. Some of them will have to be either simplified or cut (such as the ones about codes to get into rooms) but we could see Rapture’s rise and fall play out in bits. Maybe some can be added to show stuff form the novel or just to show stuff that were only talked about in a diary? (If I remember correctly, there is no audio diary FROM the take over of Fontaine Futuristc for example)
4) Clarify a lot of canon. Stuff from Burial at Sea, seeing Eleanor and Delta, etc. Even places from 2 that weren’t seen or mentioned but would help the story and plot. (such as the amusement parks, the trains, etc)
5) More Tenenbaum, Ryan, Fontaine. We get to actually see them play out and react, unlike in the game. We SEE Brigid come to her realization and change. Ryan’s figuring out who Jack is. Fontaine setting up his little empire. Suchong experimenting. Sofia Lamb, Dr Steinman, Diane McClintock, maybe even Elizabeth and Booker.
6) More focus on the effects of splicing. Why people Splice. How people first realized what was going on. Etc.
7) the Civil War in all of it’s horrible glory. The Mind Control, the shortages, the people trying to escape, the houses, Ryan and Atlas going at it from their glass towers with everything they got and all the people dying in the middle.
Mother has destroyed Doctor Alexander… she tried to splice him into some kind of living saint who would calculate the common good and adhere to it tirelessly. But now he’s become… something unspeakable. Mother’s philosophy is just as corrupt as Ryan’s. By her standards, it would be better to have the entire world equally miserable than to allow us to strive in our own behalf. I have to get out of here.
Dr. Sofia Lamb M.D, Ph.D, is a clinical psychiatrist and the main antagonist of BioShock 2. She has taken over Andrew Ryan’s position as the leader of Rapture, albeit with a completely different ideological view.