SW short ficlet
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tarotgalThat short Obi ficlet I started a little while ago:
Title: Morning Allergy
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Pairing: Obi/Qui
Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic. Nothing more. And I get nothing from it aside from possibly feedback
Summary: Obi-Wan has a morning allergy. Hence the title. Qui-Gon helps wait it out.
Notes: It was a Qui sneezing bunny that first caught my attention, but I convinced the muses to let me do Obi so long as it got to be from Qui’s pov.
Morning Allergy
Every morning spent on this planet had started just like this one. Every morning I’d wake to the bed shaking and look over to see Obi-Wan’s back were he sat on the edge of the bed. I sensed that it was getting late and I should be up. I yawned to shake off my sleepiness and reached up to place a warm hand on his cooled back.
He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes squinting a bit, but the rest of his face wearing a broad smile. I always loved the way he smiles at me in the mornings, so glad to see me awake and by his side. There is always a warm surge of the force between us, welcoming and eager. The best part of my going to sleep is surely waking in the morning to him. But his smile now faded quickly, turning into a frown, and his eyes closed completely. He turned his head away from me and he fell forward with a sneeze. “hehChii!”
I rubbed my hand up and down his back and sat up beside him. I could tell he was not all right, so there was no use in inquiring about his condition. “Good morning, Love.” Every morning on this planet had started the same way because Obi-Wan seemed allergic to something in the air here. Obi-Wan devised that it was something that was only out at night, as he had the hardest times in the mornings and evenings. However, I suspect that he was simply better at hiding the symptoms during the day. In the mornings he was still sleepy and unable to restrain the symptoms. And in the evenings he was exhausted after the day and similarly unable. His allergy attacks always seemed worse in the mornings, however.
“hahhChii! h’CHII!” I rubbed his back some more. He snuffled wetly into a handkerchief and pulled back a little. Then he looked up at me, cupping the hanky to his face. His voice muffled through the cloth, “I’m trying to sneeze it all out now.” He blew his nose and lowered the handkerchief to his lap.
I understood, of course. It was the same every morning. And I could tell he’d been sneezing for a while already this morning. The tip of his nose was pink, and there was a crease in the bridge that showed he’d been rubbing at it for a long period of time. I reached up and traced it with the tip of my finger.
Obi-Wan gasped and pulled back, raising the handkerchief. He chuckled a little and shook his head. “That made… nose tickle… now…” He took a deep breath and buried his face into the hanky. “hahh… hah-ahhhhh…” With each breath in his shoulders and the rest of his body rose a bit. With each breath out, he sunk a bit. It almost looked as though he was bouncing in place. “huhh… huh-uhhhhh…” I could tell he was having difficulty with this sneeze.
I stroked his nose again gently, letting the force flow from my fingers into him, tingling his nose just a little bit. He shuddered and reached over, gripping my thigh to steady himself as the urge to sneeze filled him. “huhhhhh… hahhh-CHIH! huhChii! huhCHIE!”
“Blessings.” I stroked his head gently, the soft buzzed hair tickling my palm. “You sound extra sneezy this morning. Usually most of the sneezes are out before I’m roused from sleep.”
Obi-Wan nodded, open-mouthed. Another sneeze was clearly on its way. From his eyes, I could tell he was tired of it all. The energy required to sneeze so much was considerable, and in short supply so early in the morning and before breakfast. He began bouncing in place again as quick, shallow breaths seized him. I wrapped my arm around his back and squeezed him for moral support.
After folding the handkerchief, he held the different spot on it to the lower half of his face. “huhhh… huh-hehhhh… hihhhh…” He breathed as the sneeze built, filling his nose, his whole body. His nose wrinkled and his nostrils twitched. I held him tightly to steady him. “hihhhh… hih-UHH-Chiii! Huh-Chii!” His nose wrinkled again as he sniffed hard and rubbed at his runny nose. He did not apologize, but the look in his eyes said it all, and I gave him another squeeze. He shook his head and weakly rested it on my shoulder. “Extra sneezy,” he muttered softly.
If he continued this way for much longer, I would seriously need to consider telling him to stay home for the day. It would be difficult handling the delegations without him, but too many problems had arisen in the past from Obi-Wan sneezing during important missions. I could not risk anything of the sort happening again when it was so preventable. It was simply our misfortune that we had been sent to a planet that irritated my padawan learner’s sensitive nose.
“hehh…” Far too soon after his last bout of sneezing, Obi-Wan seemed to need to do so again. “hahhh…” Both his hands clutched his handkerchief, which I was sure must be quite used by that point. I started to get up to find him another, but the look he shot me glued me to my seat. He leaned into my side and I tightened my hold around him. “huhhhhhh…” He tensed up expectantly. But then he relaxed with a sigh and rubbed the handkerchief at his nose. “It’s being stubborn. Knows it’s getting late.”
“It’s not late,” I reassured him. It was, in fact. But he did not need the extra stress.
“It… it is…” Obi-Wan rushed as the tickle returned. He began swaying again. “hehhhh… hah-ahhhh…” He was trying to draw the sneeze out, but it wasn’t having anything to do with him. He sighed deeply and rubbed hard at his nose. “At this rate I’ll never… huhhh… heh-ehhh-EHH—” The urge backed down, and Obi-Wan sighed with frustration.
I snuggled closer to him and kissed his ear. Then I whispered warmly into it, “Let me help, Padawan mine.”
Reluctantly, Obi-Wan nodded and slowly dropped all of his shields. I closed my eyes to sense him in a way I had not in years. I waited for the sneeze to build in him again, helping him channel his impatience and frustration away and accept that this was one of the many things he could not control to his liking. He finally closed his eyes as well and sent me a warm appreciative vibe through our bond.
Then his breath caught and he frowned. Obi-Wan pulled back. “hehhh… hah-ahhhhh…” I leaned over and kissed the bridge of his nose softly. He tensed against my touch and took in a deep breath. Quickly, I moved out of the way. “hehh-heh-CHII!” he sneezed finally. “yeh-CHI! Heh-Chiii! Heh-Chie! Sniff!” He rubbed his nose into the hanky wet a series of terribly wet sniffles. Then he yawned weakly into it.
“Padawan,” I sighed. “Being on this planet so long is taking a toll on your sinuses. Maybe you really should consider staying in bed today and resting.”
“Doe,” he shook his head and sniffled again. “No. It will pass. It always… huh… it always does… huhh…” He gave a shudder at the intensity of the urge, and so I pulled him close against me.
With his head against my chest, he grabbed a fistful of my sleep shirt with his free hand, holding his handkerchief to his face with his other. With my arm around him, I gave him a good, tight squeeze to let him know he could sneeze all he needed and I would keep hold of him. “It is all right, my Obi. Just sneeze it out.”
Burying his face into my chest, he did just that. “ehhChii! hehhhChuhh!” he sneezed, and I held him more tightly as he shook. “hehhChii! hehChie! Ehhh-hehChii! Kchii! Kchiii! Hep-Chiii! Hehh… hehh-EHHChiii!” He gave it a moment, to be sure the fit had passed completely, then he pulled away from me and blew heavily into his handkerchief once. He folded the cloth and gave another strong blow. Then he lifted his head part way and spoke softly. “How many more mornings have we got here?”
My heart sank with sympathy for him. “Only three more, if all goes well.” I tried to sound reassuring. “But if more arguments arise and if it looks as though we shall need to stay longer than five days, I will arrange transport for you to leave.”
Despite the great relief I could feel flowing out of Obi into the force, Obi-Wan shook his head. “I will not leave until our mission has been completed.” Another harsh blow of his nose begged to differ. “After a get the sneezes out I feel fine,” he insisted.
Then, realizing I could tell he was certainly not fine, he quickly raised some of his shields back up. It didn’t help prevent another sneeze from striking, however. “hehhCHII!” he sneezed, then rubbed his palm against his nose to get rid of any more tickles.
I lifted an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. “This is you feeling fine?”
He sniffed and took a few clear, slow breaths. “I only require a shower to shake off these last few sneezes. And then I really shall feel fine,” Obi-Wan said with such insistence that I simply could not question him further. “Good morning, to you too,” he answered me finally, and showed me a wide grin.
I melted right on the spot and kissed his happy lips until they dropped their smile and kissed back. Then I hurried him off to the shower and gathered our clothing for the day. It was getting late.
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Title: Morning Allergy
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Pairing: Obi/Qui
Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic. Nothing more. And I get nothing from it aside from possibly feedback
Summary: Obi-Wan has a morning allergy. Hence the title. Qui-Gon helps wait it out.
Notes: It was a Qui sneezing bunny that first caught my attention, but I convinced the muses to let me do Obi so long as it got to be from Qui’s pov.
Morning Allergy
Every morning spent on this planet had started just like this one. Every morning I’d wake to the bed shaking and look over to see Obi-Wan’s back were he sat on the edge of the bed. I sensed that it was getting late and I should be up. I yawned to shake off my sleepiness and reached up to place a warm hand on his cooled back.
He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes squinting a bit, but the rest of his face wearing a broad smile. I always loved the way he smiles at me in the mornings, so glad to see me awake and by his side. There is always a warm surge of the force between us, welcoming and eager. The best part of my going to sleep is surely waking in the morning to him. But his smile now faded quickly, turning into a frown, and his eyes closed completely. He turned his head away from me and he fell forward with a sneeze. “hehChii!”
I rubbed my hand up and down his back and sat up beside him. I could tell he was not all right, so there was no use in inquiring about his condition. “Good morning, Love.” Every morning on this planet had started the same way because Obi-Wan seemed allergic to something in the air here. Obi-Wan devised that it was something that was only out at night, as he had the hardest times in the mornings and evenings. However, I suspect that he was simply better at hiding the symptoms during the day. In the mornings he was still sleepy and unable to restrain the symptoms. And in the evenings he was exhausted after the day and similarly unable. His allergy attacks always seemed worse in the mornings, however.
“hahhChii! h’CHII!” I rubbed his back some more. He snuffled wetly into a handkerchief and pulled back a little. Then he looked up at me, cupping the hanky to his face. His voice muffled through the cloth, “I’m trying to sneeze it all out now.” He blew his nose and lowered the handkerchief to his lap.
I understood, of course. It was the same every morning. And I could tell he’d been sneezing for a while already this morning. The tip of his nose was pink, and there was a crease in the bridge that showed he’d been rubbing at it for a long period of time. I reached up and traced it with the tip of my finger.
Obi-Wan gasped and pulled back, raising the handkerchief. He chuckled a little and shook his head. “That made… nose tickle… now…” He took a deep breath and buried his face into the hanky. “hahh… hah-ahhhhh…” With each breath in his shoulders and the rest of his body rose a bit. With each breath out, he sunk a bit. It almost looked as though he was bouncing in place. “huhh… huh-uhhhhh…” I could tell he was having difficulty with this sneeze.
I stroked his nose again gently, letting the force flow from my fingers into him, tingling his nose just a little bit. He shuddered and reached over, gripping my thigh to steady himself as the urge to sneeze filled him. “huhhhhh… hahhh-CHIH! huhChii! huhCHIE!”
“Blessings.” I stroked his head gently, the soft buzzed hair tickling my palm. “You sound extra sneezy this morning. Usually most of the sneezes are out before I’m roused from sleep.”
Obi-Wan nodded, open-mouthed. Another sneeze was clearly on its way. From his eyes, I could tell he was tired of it all. The energy required to sneeze so much was considerable, and in short supply so early in the morning and before breakfast. He began bouncing in place again as quick, shallow breaths seized him. I wrapped my arm around his back and squeezed him for moral support.
After folding the handkerchief, he held the different spot on it to the lower half of his face. “huhhh… huh-hehhhh… hihhhh…” He breathed as the sneeze built, filling his nose, his whole body. His nose wrinkled and his nostrils twitched. I held him tightly to steady him. “hihhhh… hih-UHH-Chiii! Huh-Chii!” His nose wrinkled again as he sniffed hard and rubbed at his runny nose. He did not apologize, but the look in his eyes said it all, and I gave him another squeeze. He shook his head and weakly rested it on my shoulder. “Extra sneezy,” he muttered softly.
If he continued this way for much longer, I would seriously need to consider telling him to stay home for the day. It would be difficult handling the delegations without him, but too many problems had arisen in the past from Obi-Wan sneezing during important missions. I could not risk anything of the sort happening again when it was so preventable. It was simply our misfortune that we had been sent to a planet that irritated my padawan learner’s sensitive nose.
“hehh…” Far too soon after his last bout of sneezing, Obi-Wan seemed to need to do so again. “hahhh…” Both his hands clutched his handkerchief, which I was sure must be quite used by that point. I started to get up to find him another, but the look he shot me glued me to my seat. He leaned into my side and I tightened my hold around him. “huhhhhhh…” He tensed up expectantly. But then he relaxed with a sigh and rubbed the handkerchief at his nose. “It’s being stubborn. Knows it’s getting late.”
“It’s not late,” I reassured him. It was, in fact. But he did not need the extra stress.
“It… it is…” Obi-Wan rushed as the tickle returned. He began swaying again. “hehhhh… hah-ahhhh…” He was trying to draw the sneeze out, but it wasn’t having anything to do with him. He sighed deeply and rubbed hard at his nose. “At this rate I’ll never… huhhh… heh-ehhh-EHH—” The urge backed down, and Obi-Wan sighed with frustration.
I snuggled closer to him and kissed his ear. Then I whispered warmly into it, “Let me help, Padawan mine.”
Reluctantly, Obi-Wan nodded and slowly dropped all of his shields. I closed my eyes to sense him in a way I had not in years. I waited for the sneeze to build in him again, helping him channel his impatience and frustration away and accept that this was one of the many things he could not control to his liking. He finally closed his eyes as well and sent me a warm appreciative vibe through our bond.
Then his breath caught and he frowned. Obi-Wan pulled back. “hehhh… hah-ahhhhh…” I leaned over and kissed the bridge of his nose softly. He tensed against my touch and took in a deep breath. Quickly, I moved out of the way. “hehh-heh-CHII!” he sneezed finally. “yeh-CHI! Heh-Chiii! Heh-Chie! Sniff!” He rubbed his nose into the hanky wet a series of terribly wet sniffles. Then he yawned weakly into it.
“Padawan,” I sighed. “Being on this planet so long is taking a toll on your sinuses. Maybe you really should consider staying in bed today and resting.”
“Doe,” he shook his head and sniffled again. “No. It will pass. It always… huh… it always does… huhh…” He gave a shudder at the intensity of the urge, and so I pulled him close against me.
With his head against my chest, he grabbed a fistful of my sleep shirt with his free hand, holding his handkerchief to his face with his other. With my arm around him, I gave him a good, tight squeeze to let him know he could sneeze all he needed and I would keep hold of him. “It is all right, my Obi. Just sneeze it out.”
Burying his face into my chest, he did just that. “ehhChii! hehhhChuhh!” he sneezed, and I held him more tightly as he shook. “hehhChii! hehChie! Ehhh-hehChii! Kchii! Kchiii! Hep-Chiii! Hehh… hehh-EHHChiii!” He gave it a moment, to be sure the fit had passed completely, then he pulled away from me and blew heavily into his handkerchief once. He folded the cloth and gave another strong blow. Then he lifted his head part way and spoke softly. “How many more mornings have we got here?”
My heart sank with sympathy for him. “Only three more, if all goes well.” I tried to sound reassuring. “But if more arguments arise and if it looks as though we shall need to stay longer than five days, I will arrange transport for you to leave.”
Despite the great relief I could feel flowing out of Obi into the force, Obi-Wan shook his head. “I will not leave until our mission has been completed.” Another harsh blow of his nose begged to differ. “After a get the sneezes out I feel fine,” he insisted.
Then, realizing I could tell he was certainly not fine, he quickly raised some of his shields back up. It didn’t help prevent another sneeze from striking, however. “hehhCHII!” he sneezed, then rubbed his palm against his nose to get rid of any more tickles.
I lifted an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. “This is you feeling fine?”
He sniffed and took a few clear, slow breaths. “I only require a shower to shake off these last few sneezes. And then I really shall feel fine,” Obi-Wan said with such insistence that I simply could not question him further. “Good morning, to you too,” he answered me finally, and showed me a wide grin.
I melted right on the spot and kissed his happy lips until they dropped their smile and kissed back. Then I hurried him off to the shower and gathered our clothing for the day. It was getting late.
:-)
Yummy! ^-^
Date: 2004-09-25 06:04 pm (UTC)Ah, a sneezy Obi-wan in the morining.
I wouldn't mind waking up to that myself! ^-^
Anyways keep up the great work, and I can't wait to read your new Gravi-fic. ^-^
Maki ^-^
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Date: 2004-09-25 08:01 pm (UTC)Thanks for the enthusiastic response! I hope the gravi fic will be done soon :-)
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Date: 2004-09-25 11:51 pm (UTC)Qui is so nice and attentive here, and very perceptive to the needs and feelings of his student. I love that Obi's so determined enough to last out his time there, despite personal suffering...very in character, IMHO. I also loved that line 'This is you feeling fine?'. I can think of a good half-dozen characters right off the top of my head that are targets of large amounts of h/c writers who always protest that they're fine; wish more of them had that question put to them :)
Finally, a personal thank you for the magnificent build-ups...always a special treat for me to read. The yumminess is much apprecitated!
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Date: 2004-09-26 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-27 01:09 am (UTC)Oh, such a lovely fic...poor sweet Obi. And the extra sneezy variety, just the way I like my Padawans!
I must agree with you, there!
I also loved that line 'This is you feeling fine?'. I can think of a good half-dozen characters right off the top of my head that are targets of large amounts of h/c writers who always protest that they're fine; wish more of them had that question put to them :)
heehee! Definitely!
Though this gives me a terrible idea for another Obi fic...
Finally, a personal thank you for the magnificent build-ups...always a special treat for me to read. The yumminess is much apprecitated!
And such yummy feedback is much appreciated! You know I like build-ups, too. But you're very welcome just the same :-) I simply couldn't resist here. I think I've been listening to too many of ashes' newer wavs with all those build-ups. I always get such terribly naughty thoughts listening to those *blush*
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Date: 2004-09-28 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-26 11:18 pm (UTC)Such awesome build-ups! :D Ahh! I love your stuff! ^.^
*G* Thank you so much!! *goes back to working on Gravi fic*
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Date: 2004-09-26 12:40 pm (UTC)Loved it!!!!!!
~A
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Date: 2004-09-26 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-26 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 11:48 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it so much- and I'm glad the boys snuggling wasn't too bad for you ;-) (Charming? Wow, thank you!!!) And you should *SO* watch The Phantom Meanace again! Liam and Ewan are just too cute to resist, even if you don't get into the deeper plot and aren't drawn in by the universe.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read it and let me know what you thought. You've impressed me and I really appreciate the gesture.
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Date: 2004-09-27 06:31 am (UTC)and I attempted to read one of your other fics last night too, but I think I'll have to see the movie to understand what's going on lol. It was good in the beginning and im sure it's wonderful towards he end, but im still not too familiar with the Star Wars plot. ill go back and retry when im done watching the movies. ;)
Very excited--may have another fandom!
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Date: 2004-09-27 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 10:05 pm (UTC)I bought the trilogy on DVD last week when it came out last week and have been watching them and my brother was watching Episode I today so I've definitely been in the mood lately so I thank you for that as well. Yup, very nice once again. Thanks!
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Date: 2004-09-27 12:11 am (UTC)Oohh I so want the trilogy. Not going to happen any time soon, though. And I'm still not happy with GL for all the changes and such. I know it's not major but, damnit, why can't he offer the original version as well?
I'm glad you liked the story, though. And I'm glad I posted it during a SW mood *G* I love when people read my mind and post the sort of fics I so want to see at that moment :-)
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Date: 2004-09-27 12:40 am (UTC)I'm so ticked off at Lucas for all the changes he's made, and the numerous poor choices while making the newer trilogy. I know that it's his baby and all the legal rights are in his corner, but it just totally amazes me that a man who had the vision to come up with SW in the first place can no longer see past his own nose to see that his letting CG and kiddie humor take precedence over story and character development is destroying the value and meaning SW once had to many people. The replacement of original glowing Anakin with glowing Hayden Christensen at the end of ROTJ is the last straw for me. What value is there to be a good Jedi if you stay old for all eternity, when you can be young and hot in the afterlife by living a life of evil for decades and then reedeeming yourself at the last minute. And if Anakin was truly dead all these years, then Luke's talk about saving his father was really pointless.
What makes me completely furious, however, and what I don't think he has the moral right to do is to attempt to wipe the OT from existence. It's like colorizing Casablanca and then destroying all the black and white copies. Sure, Spielberg replaced the guns in ET with walkie-talkies, but he included the original version in the same DVD set. The original SW represents a piece of movie and social history that should be preserved for posterity's sake. Refusing to transfer it to a long-lasting medium ensures that some day, that piece of filmmaking history will be lost forever. I feel so very badly for all the people who poured their hearts and souls into the original effects hailed as cutting edge at the time, whose work is being dismissed as crap. And don't get me started on the actors whose performances are being removed without their permission. Lucas didn't even direct 'Jedi', but the director isn't alive to protest any changes, so I guess he loses out too.
I will not be buying these new DVD's. I loved the original SW with all my heart, and I will see Episode 3 because I love Ewan, and because I desperately hope that Lucas can somehow salvage these prequels (which to me were only useful as fodder for Obi-fic). Once I see it though, Lucas will not be getting another cent from me, ever, unless he releases the true Original Trilogy. I can live without SW on DVD...I have my VHS tapes. And when they wear out eventually, I'll be content to watch any of the multiple versions of LOTR readily available for all by a director who cares about his fans.
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Date: 2004-09-27 01:33 am (UTC)But all joking aside, I agree with you completely. One of the things I like best about the older GOOD sci-fi movies is that the special effects were so well done for their day (but not by today's standards) and pulled me in and made me believe anyway. Like the Chronicles of Narnia BBC movies which I also watched when I was young, I was taken in by the look and feel of it. Now I look at it and can tell it's not real but I'm still drawn in and I still believe like I did when I was a kid. I was impressed then and I'm impressed now. And they don't have to make it better to get me to be impressed.
What value is there to be a good Jedi if you stay old for all eternity, when you can be young and hot in the afterlife by living a life of evil for decades and then reedeeming yourself at the last minute. And if Anakin was truly dead all these years, then Luke's talk about saving his father was really pointless.
ROTFLOL! Have you read... guh, what's the title? There's a SW fanfic written within the last year where Obi gets mad about this very thing. It was on the M_A list. I can find it for you if you want. It's a humor fic, but it makes just that point.
And I agree, that change especially bugs the Hell out of me. At LEAST they didn't put Ewan there instead of Sir Alec. I would have gone insane if he'd done that.
ET- Oh shoot! The reason I didn't buy ET was because of the changes. I didn't realize the original version was on the disk, too. Well then. I shall be less angry and consider buying it when I have the money, then. Even though I do still freak out when they roll out those plastic tubes and things. Scared me to death as a kid, that part.
I will not be buying these new DVD's. I loved the original SW with all my heart, and I will see Episode 3 because I love Ewan, and because I desperately hope that Lucas can somehow salvage these prequels (which to me were only useful as fodder for Obi-fic).
I *so* hear you on that one! I'll see it because I like when things finish and you have a nice sense of completion (which is one reason I still like RotJ the best even though everyone else likes it least). But, yes, Obi-ficcage is pretty much the only thing I get out of the movies. I like the idea of finding out how the characters got to where they are (what happened to the Jedi, how R2D2 and C3PO became so intregal a part of the series, why Boba's so screwed up) but I almost look at the prequels as "one person's interpretation". I'm the first to admit the original trilogy had weaknesses and had humor as well. Just not at all to the extent that the prequels have both. But the originals had great acting, drama, plots, humor, tension, resolution, and the general hero's journey arc. With all the concentration on special effects and less on character development and dialogue, it's hard to recognize the movies as the same series/fandom. That doesn't mean I want the originals changed to fit better, however! As I have crappy taped-from-tv copies of the original movies (and those have been over-watched already!) I'd almost consider buying the DVD's. But I'm not that hard-up for them yet. I'm still too put-off.
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Date: 2004-09-27 07:55 am (UTC)