#anna grant

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Avon/Anna - lacy

Rumours of Death fanvid by me!

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"Rumours of Death" thoughts

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Was Sula/Bartholomew/Anna Grant a genuine rebel or was she simply using them to install herself as a dictator? I'm inclined to think the latter. I don't think she is a Federation agent at this point, but she might've infiltrated the movement as one, seen an opportunity for herself, and gone rogue. Something about how she calls Servalan a "tasteless megalomaniac"...it might've been part of her character as Sula the upper-class politicians wife, but I suspect her disapproval of Servalan is less disapproval of the empire on a political basis and more of a feeling she could do a better job ruling it.

Also: who was she married to back when she was Anna Grant? It can't have been Councillor C. or Avon would've recognized the name, and besides the councillor seems to know her under a different name.Was she planted on him as well? Were either of these marriages real?

Her brother Del Grant seems real enough, so presumably he would've known if his sister was married...but then again the Federation can implant memories. What if his identity was created as part of her cover too and he doesn't even know it? What if Del Grant is stuck mourning a sister that might've never actually existed?

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what's matryoshka brain?

matryoshka brain is the longish anna-centric fic i planned out and barely wrote any of. I couldn’t find it for ages because i thought i had it under a different title, oops. snippet (ie. what i got so far):

“Who?”

“Kerr Avon,” the commander instructs her, which she could read in the file, that's not any useful information. “Computer programmer from the London dome. The key pressers have noticed him making a lot of suspicious intercessions on the data system not doing anything, not yet, just observing. They're convinced he's planning a major cyber attack, probably a politico. Could you look into it?”

Anna sighs deeply. She's never much liked this sort of work, the intimate, personal, one-on-one stuff – as much as her bosses say she was made for it. There isn't much room for guilt in her profession, but that sort of thing always leaves more mess to clean up after. But it's not really a request. “Of course.”

“Good.” The commander smiles at her. “Now let me get you another coffee.”

Major Stanax, fetching me coffee? Anna thinks ruefully. She must expect this one to get nasty.

*

Outside the elevators on her way home, someone is standing who she hasn't seen in awhile. Someone she did not miss. “Tarrant?”

Dev Tarrant turns to look at her the same way he always did – infuriatingly cold and impervious, and yet somehow sneering at her, knowing she wasn't meant to be there. One of those faces, she generously supposes. “Sula,” he says, reminding her who she is supposed to be right now. “I haven't seen you in awhile.”

She nods along. “I heard you were working in the fourth floor office now.” Since the Blake case – that should have been her case, it was far more in her wheelhouse, infiltrating a group of subversives, getting them to trust her and trust she believed in their cause. Certainly she didn't understand why anyone would pick Tarrant for a role that required playing warm and friendly.

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oh this is all slower than I expected.

@mrs-underhill22 ‘s prompts! (Young Tynus and Avon having fun, Grant’s and Avon are plotting, Avon’s family photo, @mrs-underhill22 ‘s ideas were the lady here is a single mother that divorced her problematic husband)

the prompts I haven’t finished yet:

- Jenna in blue uniform (in progress, almost done)

- Vila in Avon’s black and silver shirt in Gold (in progress, far from being done)

- Rumours of Death afterwards (this is too complicated I need to arrange them a bit)

- A secret Blake prompt (haha in my ask box)

- More Grants, ok I guess this is either 12th Night (Shakespeare) mixed or PGP (I mean technically the 90s TV film 12th Night were two blond alright?)

- Uh, Fem!Gan, quite a challenge, isn’t it.

Also, you all could still send me prompts through ask, comment or pm. )3:

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Lady Lazarus The domed city is a city of spooks. Lady Lazarus First published in Sleer as Folk . *** I have done it again, One year in every ten I manage it Sylvia Plath Now Resistance, I hear now, can be collusive. This is counter-intuitive, perhaps - or worse: the discursive manoeuvre of an idea…

Lady Lazarus, by Una McCormack

An origin story for Anna Grant, taking its theme from the Sylvia Plath poem of the same title.  Thoughtful and tragic; history does not repeat itself, but sometimes it rhymes.

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Why did Del Grant know what he knew

It’s not easy to fit Killer, Countdown and Rumours of Death into consistent narrative but I’m trying.

It always bothered me in Countdown that Del Grant knew in detail what happened to Anna Grant while Avon didn’t: he heard it from Grant for the first time.

Now I don’t believe that Del Grant is a Federation construct.  I think that he was a genuine article and that he and Avon knew each other first and that’s why Anna had to use her real name while “working” Avon’s case. 

Del Grant was fed info on Anna being tortured for a week. By whom - obviously by Anna-Bartholomew. But why?

I think she was trying to protect her brother by convincing the Feds that he would find and kill Avon after being fed this story on her. We were told by Shrinker that Avon escaped for real and was off Feds’ radar for some time. So Anna justifying keeping hands off Del to let him chase Avon would make sense.

But this ploy misfired as Del Grant turned his vengeance for Anna towards Federation instead of Avon, and became a formidable enemy. Which was fine with Anna: she only cared about giving Del some breathing space to get away. And she got married to Chesku by that time so was protected from Central Security retribution for her failed ploy.

I guess she was very pissed off with Central Security for having to use her  brother for this case. On top of being genuinely fond of Avon. So she wouldn’t mind swindling them then and turning against them later during an opportune moment.