Bored, Bored, So Bored
Jul. 22nd, 2004 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupIf you can't tell, I'm really bored, mind-numbingly so. Said boredom has induced me to write something that is completely selfish, indulgent and pointless. The idea was spawned some months ago when I was wondering if I should write something for my friend Erin's birthday. I'd been writing vignettes for various lj people and thought it might be fun to do for someone I actually know. Hence, this strange concept was born and it's already given me hours of good, clean fun as I've contemplated what I wanted to do with it.
So, for your viewing pleasure, here is the beginning of a self-inserting indulgent sort of story that is hopefully a bit of fun.
And FYI, Heather, you're in this too;-).
Somebody was groaning in the alley. It was a low, pathetic mewling sound and it was somehow at the exact decibel level to give the dark-haired girl laying there a tremendous, mind-numbing headache. When she realized that she was the one groaning she quickly rolled over and vomited, as it seemed the thing to do at the time.
“I really hate doing that.” She moaned and leaned her head up against the cool, rough brick-like material of a nearby wall. Her thoughts were incoherent and unfocused and all she knew for certain was that she felt horrible and that vomiting hadn’t made the nausea any better.
“Quiet, I’m sleeping.” Sounded a muffled complaint from behind her. The dark-haired girl’s eyes widened in surprise at the sound of a very familiar voice. She carefully turned around and saw, curled up against the far alley wall a surprising figure.
“Erin?” She rasped, her voice stretched and hoarse but still strong enough cause the other girl’s eyes to pop open and stare at her, google-eyed.
“Megan?!” the lighter-haired girl gasped. “What are you doing in Seattle?”
“I have no idea.” Megan replied. She peered around the alley, a shiver racing through her body. “Are you sure we’re in Seattle?”
“Of course we are.” Erin insisted. “Where else would we be?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t remember flying out to Seattle.” Megan continued, confused. “Truth is, last thing I remember is going to sleep in my own bed, in my own house in Michigan and suddenly I’m vomiting in an alley.”
“You vomited?” Erin got up and went over to get a better look at her friend. “You do look awfully pale.” Her face lit up with a sudden idea. “Have you been drinking?”
Megan flinched and grimaced, a nauseous look sliding over her face. “No, of course I haven’t.” Carefully she pulled herself to her feet and stood there, glaring at her friend.
“Well, you look hung over.” Erin replied defensively. “It’s okay, I don’t care if you’ve gone on a bender. It’s no big deal.”
“I haven’t been drinking. I don’t drink.” Megan growled. She glanced around the alley and a curious, intense look replaced the patina of semi-permanent nausea. “And I know I’ve only been to Seattle once, but I really don’t think we’re there.”
Erin turned and gave the alley her own perusal. “You know, I think you’re right.” She slowly agreed. They shared a look and without discussion they slowly made their way out of the alley and into the bright light beyond.
They both simultaneously gasped as they stepped out onto the thoroughfare. What they saw before them was amazing and beautiful and indescribable. It was unlike anything they had ever seen. Sunlight shone through tall, slender buildings that looked, gleaming in shades of red and pink and gold. The buildings would have fit perfectly into the illustrations of a fairy tale or the scenery of a fantasy movie, yet they looked more real then anything they had ever seen before.
“Oy vay.” Megan breathed, astounded.
“I’ll see your oy vay and raise you an oy gavalt.” Erin responded absently, her gaze locked on the vista before them.
With a jerk they were pulled out of their silent gaping by a sharp, angry voice that was coming from a figure to their side.
“Move!” The figure demanded loudly. “Get out of the way!” They quickly moved to the side, allowing the object-laded figure to move into the alley, muttering “Frelling Sebaceans” as he went.
Erin and Megan stared after him, mouths agape. “He’s not … human.” Erin slowly drawled, her eyes wide open and a little scared.
“He just called us ‘frelling sebaceans’. Megan responded, her eyes just as wide and just as scared.
They turned and looked at each other. “This has to be a dream.” Erin said, decisively.
“Isn’t it funny that the first thing that people always say in situations like this is that it has to be a dream?” Megan responded, pensive.
“In situations like this?” Erin repeated, stunned. “You mean you’ve been in a situation like this before?”
“No, of course not. I’ve just read a lot of fanfiction.” Megan replied, as if that explained everything.
“I see.” Erin said, looking at her friend as if she were just a little bit crazy. “But, anyway, that doesn’t really answer the question of why we’re in a strange place, surrounded by people who aren’t human and are being called ‘sebaceans’.
“No, it really doesn’t.” Megan agreed. Suddenly, a movement over Erin’s shoulder caught her attention. “You know, I really hope this is a dream.”
“Tell me about it.” Erin sighed and leaned against a convenient wall.
“No, really, it would explain so much.” Megan continued on, undaunted. “It would especially explain why someone who looks a lot like Aeryn Sun is over there, pointing a gun at Heather.”
Erin quickly turned and groaned expressively. “This is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.”
So, for your viewing pleasure, here is the beginning of a self-inserting indulgent sort of story that is hopefully a bit of fun.
And FYI, Heather, you're in this too;-).
Somebody was groaning in the alley. It was a low, pathetic mewling sound and it was somehow at the exact decibel level to give the dark-haired girl laying there a tremendous, mind-numbing headache. When she realized that she was the one groaning she quickly rolled over and vomited, as it seemed the thing to do at the time.
“I really hate doing that.” She moaned and leaned her head up against the cool, rough brick-like material of a nearby wall. Her thoughts were incoherent and unfocused and all she knew for certain was that she felt horrible and that vomiting hadn’t made the nausea any better.
“Quiet, I’m sleeping.” Sounded a muffled complaint from behind her. The dark-haired girl’s eyes widened in surprise at the sound of a very familiar voice. She carefully turned around and saw, curled up against the far alley wall a surprising figure.
“Erin?” She rasped, her voice stretched and hoarse but still strong enough cause the other girl’s eyes to pop open and stare at her, google-eyed.
“Megan?!” the lighter-haired girl gasped. “What are you doing in Seattle?”
“I have no idea.” Megan replied. She peered around the alley, a shiver racing through her body. “Are you sure we’re in Seattle?”
“Of course we are.” Erin insisted. “Where else would we be?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t remember flying out to Seattle.” Megan continued, confused. “Truth is, last thing I remember is going to sleep in my own bed, in my own house in Michigan and suddenly I’m vomiting in an alley.”
“You vomited?” Erin got up and went over to get a better look at her friend. “You do look awfully pale.” Her face lit up with a sudden idea. “Have you been drinking?”
Megan flinched and grimaced, a nauseous look sliding over her face. “No, of course I haven’t.” Carefully she pulled herself to her feet and stood there, glaring at her friend.
“Well, you look hung over.” Erin replied defensively. “It’s okay, I don’t care if you’ve gone on a bender. It’s no big deal.”
“I haven’t been drinking. I don’t drink.” Megan growled. She glanced around the alley and a curious, intense look replaced the patina of semi-permanent nausea. “And I know I’ve only been to Seattle once, but I really don’t think we’re there.”
Erin turned and gave the alley her own perusal. “You know, I think you’re right.” She slowly agreed. They shared a look and without discussion they slowly made their way out of the alley and into the bright light beyond.
They both simultaneously gasped as they stepped out onto the thoroughfare. What they saw before them was amazing and beautiful and indescribable. It was unlike anything they had ever seen. Sunlight shone through tall, slender buildings that looked, gleaming in shades of red and pink and gold. The buildings would have fit perfectly into the illustrations of a fairy tale or the scenery of a fantasy movie, yet they looked more real then anything they had ever seen before.
“Oy vay.” Megan breathed, astounded.
“I’ll see your oy vay and raise you an oy gavalt.” Erin responded absently, her gaze locked on the vista before them.
With a jerk they were pulled out of their silent gaping by a sharp, angry voice that was coming from a figure to their side.
“Move!” The figure demanded loudly. “Get out of the way!” They quickly moved to the side, allowing the object-laded figure to move into the alley, muttering “Frelling Sebaceans” as he went.
Erin and Megan stared after him, mouths agape. “He’s not … human.” Erin slowly drawled, her eyes wide open and a little scared.
“He just called us ‘frelling sebaceans’. Megan responded, her eyes just as wide and just as scared.
They turned and looked at each other. “This has to be a dream.” Erin said, decisively.
“Isn’t it funny that the first thing that people always say in situations like this is that it has to be a dream?” Megan responded, pensive.
“In situations like this?” Erin repeated, stunned. “You mean you’ve been in a situation like this before?”
“No, of course not. I’ve just read a lot of fanfiction.” Megan replied, as if that explained everything.
“I see.” Erin said, looking at her friend as if she were just a little bit crazy. “But, anyway, that doesn’t really answer the question of why we’re in a strange place, surrounded by people who aren’t human and are being called ‘sebaceans’.
“No, it really doesn’t.” Megan agreed. Suddenly, a movement over Erin’s shoulder caught her attention. “You know, I really hope this is a dream.”
“Tell me about it.” Erin sighed and leaned against a convenient wall.
“No, really, it would explain so much.” Megan continued on, undaunted. “It would especially explain why someone who looks a lot like Aeryn Sun is over there, pointing a gun at Heather.”
Erin quickly turned and groaned expressively. “This is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.”
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aaah!!!
Date: 2004-07-22 02:30 pm (UTC)Re: aaah!!!
Date: 2004-07-22 08:07 pm (UTC)*crosses heart and hopes to die*
And you want intimate contact with Crichton?! *sigh* Don't we all. I'll see what I can do ...
Re: aaah!!!
Date: 2004-07-23 08:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 04:14 pm (UTC)I dragged you guys into this "dream", didn't I? Yup, I knew it... Somehow, my latent psychic ability manifested itself, and teleported us to a fantasy world! Next thing you know, I'll develop some telepathy and telekinesis too! Hmmm... isn't this just so... Stasheff? (Warlock series) He-he...
no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 08:04 pm (UTC)*innocent whistling*
You know, I haven't quite figured out the mechanics of the situation yet ... so psychic powers works great! Hee hee.
shoot her shoot her!
Date: 2004-07-23 07:19 am (UTC)This is a supa sweet story. I can't wait for more!
Re: shoot her shoot her!
Date: 2004-07-24 06:28 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm a horrible liar;-). So, one vote for shooting the blonde, another against. Hmmmm, how vicious am I feeling ...
Glad you enjoyed it!
Heroine fics
Date: 2004-07-28 01:00 pm (UTC)Re: Heroine fics
Date: 2004-08-01 07:32 pm (UTC)I promise to read them shortly. I haven't yet written the fics I promised to write and so I have a guilt trip every time I think about checking out the other entries. I will conquer that soon and will read what I am sure are marvelous, inspired stories that you have written solely for me. *squee*