Drabblicious
Oct. 11th, 2005 05:45 pmAs it's National Coming Out Day, I had the sudden notion that there needed to be some fanfic on this theme. And so I wrote some. In about ten minutes. It's my first attempt at a Wooster voice, so I hope it's not too lousy. Enjoy!
TITLE: Coming Out of the Wardrobe
AUTHOR: weaselwoman13
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
PAIRING: None...well, Jeeves/Wooster but only by a stretch of the imagination
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Does not have the Wodehouse Seal of Approval
NOTES: E flat, F sharp, and C
The particular afternoon during which our story begins (well, and ends, come to think of it -- it's not one of your epic masterworks that pan out over a couple of decades) was a right corker - breeze, sunshine, buzzing insects, and the rest of it. It was the sort of climate you'd expect the pair in the Garden of Eden would have enjoyed frisking about in on a regular basis. Were it not for certain circumstances, in fact, I would not have hesitated to say that I was of light heart and buoyant spirit. However, this afternoon, Bertram Wooster had run afoul of Fate.
As I always do when my best-laid whatsits start ganging something-or-other (I can't remember the entire line, but I know it's one of Burns' - you can tell by the 'gang'; Scotsmen always say 'gang'), I bleated plaintively for my manservant. 'Jeeves? Oh, Jeeves?'
Without a moment's delay he shimmered into existence - well, at least I assume he shimmered, but the fact of the matter was that I really couldn't see him at the moment, and so my description of his entrance is somewhat speculative. Take it with a grain of salt, as it were. 'Sir?'
'Er...I wonder if you could lend me a hand?'
'Certainly, sir. Excuse me, sir, but am I correct in the assumption that you are speaking from within your wardrobe?'
He was right on the money. Bit embarrassing, really. I was trapped inside my rather hefty armoire, you see - big thing, plenty of space even with the shirts and trousers coexisting with me, but a trifle short on the oxygen front. Pitch dark, as well, which just wouldn't do - I came to realise that, prior to this incident, I could have easily been faulted with taking the old peepers for granted; one doesn't like to be deprived the use of them for even a few minutes. I began to feel awfully sorry for bats. 'Er, yes, Jeeves...I've managed to lock myself into the blasted thing. Dashed interesting story, actually, but we'll save it for the long winter evenings, what?'
'As you say, sir,' he replied, the picture of feudal compliance.
'If you could just sort of let me out? Jiggle the handle a bit, don't you know?'
'Immediately, sir.' He set to work and freed me within an instant. I scrambled out, drawing a deep whiff of fresh air into the Wooster nostrils, and feeling rather like a newly-escaped convict.
'Ah, thank you, Jeeves!' I glanced fondly at my liberator. 'I can't tell you how bally good it feels to come out of there!'
'I do not doubt it, sir.'
'One gets rather claustrophobic, you know. The word is claustrophobic, isn't it? Yes, I need something to calm the nerves...you couldn't fix me a rather stiff one, could you?'
'Certainly, sir.'
'Thank you, Jeeves!'
TITLE: Coming Out of the Wardrobe
AUTHOR: weaselwoman13
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
PAIRING: None...well, Jeeves/Wooster but only by a stretch of the imagination
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Does not have the Wodehouse Seal of Approval
NOTES: E flat, F sharp, and C
The particular afternoon during which our story begins (well, and ends, come to think of it -- it's not one of your epic masterworks that pan out over a couple of decades) was a right corker - breeze, sunshine, buzzing insects, and the rest of it. It was the sort of climate you'd expect the pair in the Garden of Eden would have enjoyed frisking about in on a regular basis. Were it not for certain circumstances, in fact, I would not have hesitated to say that I was of light heart and buoyant spirit. However, this afternoon, Bertram Wooster had run afoul of Fate.
As I always do when my best-laid whatsits start ganging something-or-other (I can't remember the entire line, but I know it's one of Burns' - you can tell by the 'gang'; Scotsmen always say 'gang'), I bleated plaintively for my manservant. 'Jeeves? Oh, Jeeves?'
Without a moment's delay he shimmered into existence - well, at least I assume he shimmered, but the fact of the matter was that I really couldn't see him at the moment, and so my description of his entrance is somewhat speculative. Take it with a grain of salt, as it were. 'Sir?'
'Er...I wonder if you could lend me a hand?'
'Certainly, sir. Excuse me, sir, but am I correct in the assumption that you are speaking from within your wardrobe?'
He was right on the money. Bit embarrassing, really. I was trapped inside my rather hefty armoire, you see - big thing, plenty of space even with the shirts and trousers coexisting with me, but a trifle short on the oxygen front. Pitch dark, as well, which just wouldn't do - I came to realise that, prior to this incident, I could have easily been faulted with taking the old peepers for granted; one doesn't like to be deprived the use of them for even a few minutes. I began to feel awfully sorry for bats. 'Er, yes, Jeeves...I've managed to lock myself into the blasted thing. Dashed interesting story, actually, but we'll save it for the long winter evenings, what?'
'As you say, sir,' he replied, the picture of feudal compliance.
'If you could just sort of let me out? Jiggle the handle a bit, don't you know?'
'Immediately, sir.' He set to work and freed me within an instant. I scrambled out, drawing a deep whiff of fresh air into the Wooster nostrils, and feeling rather like a newly-escaped convict.
'Ah, thank you, Jeeves!' I glanced fondly at my liberator. 'I can't tell you how bally good it feels to come out of there!'
'I do not doubt it, sir.'
'One gets rather claustrophobic, you know. The word is claustrophobic, isn't it? Yes, I need something to calm the nerves...you couldn't fix me a rather stiff one, could you?'
'Certainly, sir.'
'Thank you, Jeeves!'
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Date: 2005-10-11 10:53 pm (UTC)It's National Coming Out day? Blimey, I'd better come out quickly, it's nearly midnight! :-)
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Date: 2005-10-12 12:00 am (UTC)Yes...hurry! It won't be as good if you do it tomorrow! XD
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Date: 2005-10-11 11:21 pm (UTC)[/narnia]
Lovely ficlet, dear! I love your Bertie. :D
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Date: 2005-10-12 09:52 pm (UTC)you: thanked.
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Date: 2005-10-12 09:54 pm (UTC)*feels like a dorkass*
I just absolutely adore that one because of what it says. It's funny 'cause it's true.
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Date: 2005-10-11 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:59 pm (UTC)He's also my mood theme, because he's the coolest thing. :D
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Date: 2005-10-11 11:30 pm (UTC)Which I'm hoping you intended to be funny, otherwise, I am incredibly juvenile.
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Date: 2005-10-11 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 12:24 am (UTC)awesome fic.
[happy dance]
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Date: 2005-10-12 12:35 am (UTC)Thanks! *equally happy dance*
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Date: 2005-10-12 01:07 am (UTC)I loved the voices in this :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 04:13 am (UTC)Thanks! I'm so glad! :D
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Date: 2005-10-12 04:16 am (UTC)ooops.
*G*
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Date: 2005-10-12 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 08:40 am (UTC)And interesting interpretation. *giggles happily*
So.. how DiD he get in there? *g*
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Date: 2005-10-12 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 07:28 pm (UTC)Yes, it was claustrophobic and airless in even your very comfortable closet, wasn't it, Bertie? Besides keeping you from seeing what's right in front of you. I can see where you'd be very grateful to Jeeves for helping you come out.
You'll have to think of something you can do to thank him.
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Date: 2005-10-13 07:33 pm (UTC)