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sekitouso at the write-in tonight, I didn't feel up to working on editing anything. so I asked whirlingwhimsy for a prompt. she gave me, "stapler, m&m's, and yoda." I told her I would post it later tonight, so here it is.
it's so not like me to post little snippets I write like this. but I want to get into writing more, and I think it really helps to share. 'cause I should get into the spirit of being less uptight about the whole process. more nano-ish. less with thinking it to death, and more with the sharing.
so here it is. un-proofread. set in my nano universe, it's an Ella & Heather story. which means there are appearances by some of the oddly named secondary characters. the only backstory you really need on that is that Heather knows Ella's problem with names, so she just goes along with calling their friends by Ella's nicknames for them. (not to their faces, but to Ella at least.) also, amusingly I kinda contradict the location of part of my nano. but it's never stated in the actual novels, and I just think it in my head. so I don't think it's really a canon issue then.
on to the story. :)
title: "Tailgating On Dagobah"
universe: my nano universe (Ella & Heather's Earth)
wordcount: 1118 words
rating: PG
summary: a distinctive figure will lead them home, if the weather doesn't take it out first
"Tailgating On Dagobah"
by Adrienne Sekitou
"Are you sure that's what he meant?" the voice from below questioned.
Ella inspected her work carefully, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Why? What's wrong with it?" It was the first time she'd helped with the setup, but Private Eye Guy hadn't said anything specific about how things should look. And Ella had thought she'd always seen the details well enough to have gotten it right.
"Nothing's wrong with it," Heather said. "I just wondered if you're sure. You have to admit, it's not a really normal tailgating setup, is it?"
"Normal enough. I mean, normally for tailgating anyway."
Ella turned on her perch on top of the motorhome. Far off in every direction she saw vehicles and people. RVs and trucks, cars and trailers. From the most sophisticated tailgating setups complete with satellite dishes, to the most basic with a stryofoam cooler and a charcoal grill in the trunk of a car. It was all people and beer, celebrating their love of their team in their own unique way. So to her, the motorhome she currently stood on top of didn't seem all that different.
There was the usual flagpole attached to the rear, flying numerous flags. The US flag of course, the state flag, and two different flags for the team. And, though not relevant to the present day's festivities, a flag bearing a NASCAR number; because in the south it was apparently just expected. There was a grill down below, and the smoke from the presently burning burgers was reaching her even on the roof. There were even signs marking off the area as a fan-friendly area but also not so discretely slamming the rival team. Every tailgating setup had its little quirk. Something that made it different and original from the rest. It just so happened that what made Private Eye Guy's different was the element Ella was currently setting up the motorhome roof.
She knelt down but still she was much taller than the figure beside her. The life size Yoda doll. Well, life size for Yoda. Private Eye Guy and his friends rented the motorhome for every home football game. And every time, he brought his Yoda from his dorm room to sit on top. Not only did it make their tailgating spot stand out, he claimed it was a good way to find the motorhome later. And while the others mocked this idea publicly, more than one of the tailgaters had admitted privately that seeing Yoda's silhouette in the night sky had helped lead their drunken asses back from the stadium after a game.
Ella pulled the football jersey tighter around Yoda, fighting to keep it on him in the stiff wind. It would be an interesting game today if the weather held up. The wind would make any throws and kicks challenging, she thought. As challenging as trying to make the damn jersey stay on. She twisted it, trying to tie a knot, but the wind pulled it from her hands. At this rate, forget the jersey because Yoda was going to be blown off the roof as well.
"Hey, is there anything down there I can use? This isn't going to stay," she hollered down.
"One sec," Heather replied. Her head appeared a moment later from under the awning. "Smut Girl just arrived. Let me see what we have." Her head disappeared again, and Ella could hear voices down below as the motorhome door opened and closed. She sat down on the roof, stretching out her legs and throwing an arm around Yoda.
"It's great view you have up here," she commented to the doll conversationally. "Too bad you can't see the game from here."
The motorhome door opened and closed again, and moments later Smut Girl appeared on the stairs at the back. "Hi."
"Hi. Nice day."
"Very," Smut Girl replied. She seemed to be in a very good mood. "Who were you talking to?" she asked.
Ella pointed with her free hand. "Yoda."
Smut Girl gave her a look she was very familiar with. A smile full of amused patience. "Of course. Here," she said, setting something on the roof. "Heather said to try this."
Ella leaned forward to grab whatever it was before it blew away. She need not have worried though. The stapler was too heavy to go anywhere. "A stapler? Really?" she shouted over the side.
"Why not?" came Heather's shouted reply.
"I'm not putting staples in this jersey!"
"Why not?" Heather repeated.
Ella stuttered and stumbled, struck by the illogicalness. "It's a jersey!" Just then the wind picked up, causing Smut Girl's hands to tighten on the ladder. Ella grabbed Yoda with both hands, leaning lower on the roof so neither of them would get blown off either.
"I don't think you could staple him to the roof either, and he's not staying without help," Smut Girl commented.
"I know. We don't have like, duct tape or something, do we?" Ella asked, daring to test the wind and sit back up.
"Let me find out." Smut Girl disappeared down the ladder, taking the stapler with her.
The wind shifted again as Ella stretched out again. She rolled over onto her stomach, kicking her legs up behind her. She could see the stadium far, far off in the distance. The long walk would suck, but by the time she got there she figured she would've walked off whatever horribly bad-for-you food she'd consumed while tailgating. Food like the candy currently in her pocket. Laying on the sun-warmed metal roof of a motorhome, she wondered just how non-melty m&m's truly were, and pulled the bag out to test it.
The m&m's were amazingly in tact. "Wow, would you look at that," she muttered, as she dumped some out into her hand. "You don't want any, do you?" she held her hand out to the doll.
"Shouldn't that be Reese's Pieces?" Heather asked behind her. Ella turned to look over her shoulder and saw Heather had taken Smut Girl's place on the ladder. "And E.T.?"
"Yes, well, aliens and candy," she shrugged. "I thought I'd try."
"Ah. Well, try this," she handed over a thick roll of silver duct tape. "Private Eye Guy says to not get Yoda all sticky with it."
"Okay," she said, taking the roll. "I should just tape his hand to the flagpole. He can claim this land in the name of the football team."
"And Dale Jarrett," Heather added.
"Well, of course."
""What Can Brown Do For You?""
"Help the team win today?" Ella offered.
"Well, between UPS and The Force, you'd hope they have all the help they need."
THE END
whirlingwhimsy for a prompt. she gave me, "stapler, m&m's, and yoda." I told her I would post it later tonight, so here it is.it's so not like me to post little snippets I write like this. but I want to get into writing more, and I think it really helps to share. 'cause I should get into the spirit of being less uptight about the whole process. more nano-ish. less with thinking it to death, and more with the sharing.
so here it is. un-proofread. set in my nano universe, it's an Ella & Heather story. which means there are appearances by some of the oddly named secondary characters. the only backstory you really need on that is that Heather knows Ella's problem with names, so she just goes along with calling their friends by Ella's nicknames for them. (not to their faces, but to Ella at least.) also, amusingly I kinda contradict the location of part of my nano. but it's never stated in the actual novels, and I just think it in my head. so I don't think it's really a canon issue then.
on to the story. :)
title: "Tailgating On Dagobah"
universe: my nano universe (Ella & Heather's Earth)
wordcount: 1118 words
rating: PG
summary: a distinctive figure will lead them home, if the weather doesn't take it out first
by Adrienne Sekitou
"Are you sure that's what he meant?" the voice from below questioned.
Ella inspected her work carefully, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Why? What's wrong with it?" It was the first time she'd helped with the setup, but Private Eye Guy hadn't said anything specific about how things should look. And Ella had thought she'd always seen the details well enough to have gotten it right.
"Nothing's wrong with it," Heather said. "I just wondered if you're sure. You have to admit, it's not a really normal tailgating setup, is it?"
"Normal enough. I mean, normally for tailgating anyway."
Ella turned on her perch on top of the motorhome. Far off in every direction she saw vehicles and people. RVs and trucks, cars and trailers. From the most sophisticated tailgating setups complete with satellite dishes, to the most basic with a stryofoam cooler and a charcoal grill in the trunk of a car. It was all people and beer, celebrating their love of their team in their own unique way. So to her, the motorhome she currently stood on top of didn't seem all that different.
There was the usual flagpole attached to the rear, flying numerous flags. The US flag of course, the state flag, and two different flags for the team. And, though not relevant to the present day's festivities, a flag bearing a NASCAR number; because in the south it was apparently just expected. There was a grill down below, and the smoke from the presently burning burgers was reaching her even on the roof. There were even signs marking off the area as a fan-friendly area but also not so discretely slamming the rival team. Every tailgating setup had its little quirk. Something that made it different and original from the rest. It just so happened that what made Private Eye Guy's different was the element Ella was currently setting up the motorhome roof.
She knelt down but still she was much taller than the figure beside her. The life size Yoda doll. Well, life size for Yoda. Private Eye Guy and his friends rented the motorhome for every home football game. And every time, he brought his Yoda from his dorm room to sit on top. Not only did it make their tailgating spot stand out, he claimed it was a good way to find the motorhome later. And while the others mocked this idea publicly, more than one of the tailgaters had admitted privately that seeing Yoda's silhouette in the night sky had helped lead their drunken asses back from the stadium after a game.
Ella pulled the football jersey tighter around Yoda, fighting to keep it on him in the stiff wind. It would be an interesting game today if the weather held up. The wind would make any throws and kicks challenging, she thought. As challenging as trying to make the damn jersey stay on. She twisted it, trying to tie a knot, but the wind pulled it from her hands. At this rate, forget the jersey because Yoda was going to be blown off the roof as well.
"Hey, is there anything down there I can use? This isn't going to stay," she hollered down.
"One sec," Heather replied. Her head appeared a moment later from under the awning. "Smut Girl just arrived. Let me see what we have." Her head disappeared again, and Ella could hear voices down below as the motorhome door opened and closed. She sat down on the roof, stretching out her legs and throwing an arm around Yoda.
"It's great view you have up here," she commented to the doll conversationally. "Too bad you can't see the game from here."
The motorhome door opened and closed again, and moments later Smut Girl appeared on the stairs at the back. "Hi."
"Hi. Nice day."
"Very," Smut Girl replied. She seemed to be in a very good mood. "Who were you talking to?" she asked.
Ella pointed with her free hand. "Yoda."
Smut Girl gave her a look she was very familiar with. A smile full of amused patience. "Of course. Here," she said, setting something on the roof. "Heather said to try this."
Ella leaned forward to grab whatever it was before it blew away. She need not have worried though. The stapler was too heavy to go anywhere. "A stapler? Really?" she shouted over the side.
"Why not?" came Heather's shouted reply.
"I'm not putting staples in this jersey!"
"Why not?" Heather repeated.
Ella stuttered and stumbled, struck by the illogicalness. "It's a jersey!" Just then the wind picked up, causing Smut Girl's hands to tighten on the ladder. Ella grabbed Yoda with both hands, leaning lower on the roof so neither of them would get blown off either.
"I don't think you could staple him to the roof either, and he's not staying without help," Smut Girl commented.
"I know. We don't have like, duct tape or something, do we?" Ella asked, daring to test the wind and sit back up.
"Let me find out." Smut Girl disappeared down the ladder, taking the stapler with her.
The wind shifted again as Ella stretched out again. She rolled over onto her stomach, kicking her legs up behind her. She could see the stadium far, far off in the distance. The long walk would suck, but by the time she got there she figured she would've walked off whatever horribly bad-for-you food she'd consumed while tailgating. Food like the candy currently in her pocket. Laying on the sun-warmed metal roof of a motorhome, she wondered just how non-melty m&m's truly were, and pulled the bag out to test it.
The m&m's were amazingly in tact. "Wow, would you look at that," she muttered, as she dumped some out into her hand. "You don't want any, do you?" she held her hand out to the doll.
"Shouldn't that be Reese's Pieces?" Heather asked behind her. Ella turned to look over her shoulder and saw Heather had taken Smut Girl's place on the ladder. "And E.T.?"
"Yes, well, aliens and candy," she shrugged. "I thought I'd try."
"Ah. Well, try this," she handed over a thick roll of silver duct tape. "Private Eye Guy says to not get Yoda all sticky with it."
"Okay," she said, taking the roll. "I should just tape his hand to the flagpole. He can claim this land in the name of the football team."
"And Dale Jarrett," Heather added.
"Well, of course."
""What Can Brown Do For You?""
"Help the team win today?" Ella offered.
"Well, between UPS and The Force, you'd hope they have all the help they need."
