Movember

I thought i'de make you guys a birthday-surprise this year. In honour of movember and our new fjordian Blue  it's either a two parter or a three-parter  (there will also be illustrations, but not tonight..)

parts:
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(finished)


Movember


November 4th


Nora walked up to the house, bag over her shoulder and her dog beside her. It was an early morning and the air was chill. There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, but there was no sign of any snow yet. She had been home in the north for the weekend and was now returning back to her duties. Looking forward to seeing the guys again, she walked fast in her sealskin boots. Another reason for her quick pace was that she was excited that they finally would get to meet Leopold, her dog. Nora did have her own flat, but she spent so much time at the boys it didn’t really make any difference. Ate breakfast there mostly, Ringo’s breakfasts were the best, and sometimes when a job had kept them up late, she crashed there. So even though it was pretty early, earlier than they would’ve expected her home, it felt natural to go here first. The house was quiet except for the faint clanking-sound of someone washing up. She held her dog back and walked towards the sound as silently as she could. She popped her head through the kitchen door.
“hell-RINGO!” She clasped her hand to her eyes. “FOR ERU’S SAKE PUT SOME CLOTHES ON”
“Nora, hi” he turned and smiled unashamed. “you’re back, nice dog, is this Leopold?”
“yes” she peeped through her fingers, but he was still naked and made no effort to cover himself. “now, could you please put something on?”
“why, what’s the fuzz, you’re not looking” he shrugged and laughed. “now, come here, I’ve missed you!”
“NO! I don’t want a hug” Nora exclaimed but Ringo ignored her and she reluctantly had to accept his hug. A hug is a hug, she thought.
“why are you naked anyway?” she asked.
“Laundry day” Ringo answered nonchalant and reached for the mug of coffee. “Here”
“oh” she nodded understandably “makes sense. Thanks for the coffee”


“Hi Leopold, how are you?” Ringo turned to the big, hairy dog. “wow, you got lot of fur. Can he see anything?”
“you’d be surprised..” He sat down and started to pat him on his cheeks. Leopold soon fell into a trance and put his head in Ringo’s lap forcing him to sit down and cuddle with him for eternity, at least that’s what Leopold was hoping for. 
Ringo was now covered up and Nora felt she could finally take her eyes off of the chipped bit on the cup she was drinking of.
At that moment Eldo emerged. Dressed and with a towel wrapped around his head like a turban, although when he spotted Nora, he threw the towel at Ringo hissing “cover yourself you moron!”
“Nora, hey! Back already” he said and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “with a dog!”
“Eldo.” She looked at him. “what on earth do u have on your face?!”
“what? Do I have something on my face?”
“yes, on your upper lip, what’s that?”
“It’s a moustache thank you very much.”
“that is not a moustache.. that’s..” but she couldn’t find a fitting (or polite) description of whatever it was Eldo was trying to grow, so she just continued with a “why?”.
“it’s something ridiculous called movember.” Ringo shot in (now wrapped in carefully). “My third-cousin Blue Bottèl introduced it..”
“Bottèl? Is he French”
“naah.. he just thinks it sounds more posh than Bottle.”
“Well, I think it’s a really good idea.” Eldo said rather defensive. ("what the name" Ringo mumbled, but he was ignored.) “The growing of the moustache is supposed to awaken conversation, and we (that would be me and Blue) are growing it to support prostate cancer. Whenever we are asked about the moustache we will talk about getting your prostate checked and the importance of that. Prostate cancer is killing many young men because they feel embarrassed or don’t know the importance of getting themselves checked. Isn't that a great idea, Blue came up with it”
("yeah right..as if")


Ringo rolled his eyes.. No way he would grow a fucking moustache. He had his sideburns and that was it.
“I don’t need a moustache to support a campaign, I can wear a t-shirt or something..”

“I think Ringo’s reluctance towards the movember is due to the fact that he is concerned I would grow the better moustache” Blue Bottle said as he made his entrance. He was dressed, but sporting a tight-fitting white t-shirt that left little to the imagination. He was tall and slender with long flexible upper arms and slightly bigger underarms. Nora thought he might be a climber. His head was crowned with a glorious cascade of wild, honey-blond curls that seemed to disobey the laws of physics. It seemed like it was naturally bleached by the sun and his skin was tan… an outdoorsman. Yikes… She smiled to herself.
“it is not” Ringo crossed his arms (and also flexing his upper arm-muscles) “and anyway, you cheated, you started in late October.” Blue Bottle just brushed him off and reached out to Nora.
“Blue Bottèl at your service” he said and made a little bow.
“Nora, thanks” Nora answered, forgetting all the correct ways to answer that sentence as she looked into his crystal blue eyes. He smiled at her with large, perfectly round white teeth, obviously noticing her mistake which made her cheeks go all warm and her head all fuzzy. Then in an elegant sweep he turned to Ringo.
“No, I think it is because you are afraid of growing a pathetic peachy thing like Eldo and not living up to the Viking image..” I little whimper escaped Eldo’s mouth but no one seemed to take any notice.
“No. that’s not it. I just don’t think I’d like to have a moustache. It would get in the way.. don’t u remember where I’m from? We’re famous for our glorious moustaches!”
Blue raised an eyebrow and stroke two fingers over his perfectly even, blonde, thick moustache.
“why don’t we have a little bet on that?” They stared at each other. The north-south rivalry so in-tuned one could play Beethoven's fifth symphony on it. Then after some seconds Ringo reached out his hand.
“yeah, why don’t we. Finest moustache at the end of November wins.”
“deal.”

November 5th

“Where’s your moustache Eldo?” Nora said with a mouthful of porridge. The only thing she could cook that didn’t taste like paper. Ringo had been busy on the bathroom for hours, Eru knows with what, but perhaps prepping his skin with seal-oil and ice-cubes, so she had had to feed herself..
“Movember is stupid. I don’t need a moustache as a conversation-starter. I’ll beat them to it and just tell everyone I meet about prostate cancer and the dangers of not checking it regularly.”
“oh..” She just answered, pretending she hadn’t thought of another reason why. They sat in silent for a while. Then Eldo coughed, as to say something.
“It’s not because of the bet or anything.”
“no, I know.”
“it’s not.”
“ok.”
“honestly”
“I said ok.”
"ok."

to be continued...

That was great! You seem to have quite the interest in Movember, Norc. I've never heard anyone talk about it as much as you.

Well, gosh. I don't know what to say really. I'm speechless, I'm literally without a speech.






I did really enjoy that.   And your portayal of me is certainly very flattering. A bit pretentious? Yeah, might have hit the nail on the head there as well.

(I do however seem to have put myself up for a bit of a fall. (I know my story structure, me. :taps nose:) With Ringos genes he'll probably grow a moustache three times the size of his head in one afternoon.   )



Eldo; Movember has been a quite big deal in Norway over the last couple of years. So I guess we can be excused for being a bit more interested in it than is usual elsewhere.

http://www.nrk.no/livsstil/_movember_-suksess-i-norge-1.11350082
(You might have to translate that.  )

I LOVE IT!!!  Best present ever!

{{Also I think perhaps the locals here need a quick reminder of the significance of Trønderbart.}}

you can do the honour of presenting what a real trønderbart is  
i thought i'de convey my general attitude towards movember. i feel there is too much focus on the moustache and it looses a bit focus on the cause.. well, you'll see at the end

also.. i am very much looking forward to elaborate on Blue Bottèl  


and i am so glad u liked it ^^ cus i loved writing it and i have some fun plans

Badass!

parts:
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November the 10th

«So you and Blue are related how?» Nora asked Ringo as they walked down Needlehole street carrying flyers for Eldo. He had taken the task of spreading the message of movember really seriously. He was putting up huge posters with “REMEMBER TO CHECK YOURSELF” “PROSTATE CANCER KILLS” “DON’T BE TOO EMBARRASED TO CHECK” “YOU’RE DOCTOR KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING” "REMEMBER MOVEMBER". Not very good but still did the trick.
“He’s my third cousin on my mother’s side.” Ringo scratched his moustache thoughtfully. It was really impressive. “I am not too sure though, but something along those lines. He lives in Kristiania though.. posh kid. I thought I’de let him stay with us until he gets something for himself."
“Yeah, you mentioned that he worked at the embassy… Wonder what he’s done to earn that privilege. Amarië is very picky with her employees and there are lots of security tests and nonsense.”
“yeah, I dunno about that,” Ringo shrugged, “but he’s related to Amarië, something about being her mother’s favourite nephew..”
“wait, so you and Amarië are related?!” She turned on her heels and looked at him. “really?!”
“no.. nononono..no. Eru no. Wrong side. God may she never know..”
Nora thought for a moment.
“Are we related? You’re a Herring, I’m a Herring..?”
“erm…” Ringo looked at her intensely… “I don’t know..”
But there wasn’t any time to dwell more on that matter as Eldo came running back with an expression and speed as if the devil himself was at his heels.
“YE WANT THE DOCTORRR TO PUT HES WHAT UP ME WHAT?! I’LL GIVE YE-“
 “IT’S VERY SMART! IF YOU GO LONG WITHOUT KNOWING YOU CAN DIE OUCH”
Petty was running, red faced and with very visible blood vessels in his forehead, after Eldo. He held his sporran by the belt over his head, swinging it like a mad old lady, and every so often he caught up with the DI, hit him across the head. The sporran made a sound suggesting that Petty did not have a bank-account.

November 17th


“Oh sweet Eru” Mrs Figg was in shock. “What have you killed and nailed to your face, Ringo.”
“This, Julia (“Mrs. Figg thankyouverymuch”) is a moustache. A proper moustache.” He proudly said as he twirled it around his fingers. Nora and Eldo just rolled their eyes.
“It’s the movember” Eldo started, pushed Ringo aside and cleared his throat. “Every November people around Middle Earth grow a moustache to create awareness of prostate cancer among young men. It is to encourage conversations on the matter and make people not so ashamed to go and check themselves at the doctor regularly.”
“Eldo, she’s a woman.” Nora pulled him back. She was getting really sick of this movember-shit.
“Well, remember to check for breast cancer then.”
“We don’t have all day, guys.” She hissed. “Just ask if she has it.”
Mrs. Figg raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Have what?”
“Do you have any good moustache-styling-wax?”
.
.
.
.
“See, I told you she didn’t have it” Eldo complained, embarrassed, “now let’s go.”
“in fact, Eldo,” Mrs. Figg said after having stared at the magnificent and messy moustache for some time. “I do have moustache-styling-wax. But it’ll cost you. I use it for.. other purposes.”
“YEY! You saved my day” Ringo beamed and leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.
“OH NO YOU DON’T!” and in the blink of an eye she had tackled him into a tight and merciless head-grip. “don’t u dare come close while you’re having pubic hair the the size of Guatemala under your nose!”
Ringo just whimpered, if he had a white flag, this was the time to wave it.

I havnt read a fun story in ages !   I love this bit of Forumshire ! You always get great stories here !  

AWESOME!  

He lives in Kristiania though

*gigglesnort*

Thoroughly enjoyable!   The only sad part is the wait before the next instalment.

He lives in Kristiania though.. posh kid.

Hey. I'll have you know my friends used to say they were from Oslo North so as not to get lobbed in with those kids from the West of Oslo.

Not sure it ever really worked though.

The only thing I could complain about is my non appearance. You do know actors only get paid for their on air screentime, don't you?  

oh you just wait

 

I have a pen too you know.

welll welll we'll see

This is hilarious, Norc, quality writing and priceless humour! The setting and the characters are great too Looking forward to the next part!

thankyouthankyou ^^

trønderbart aka. something Ringo is growing.

(in other words, the last instalment will come soon  )

I stand no chance do I.    

Norc wrote:(in other words, the last instalment will come soon  )

Great.  

Having mentioned it, I thought I should go back and give it a reread. And there's so much great stuff I didn't remember. Even just in the first paragraph.   

The frost on the ground, but no snow, the sealskin boots, Leopold, Ringos troubling, but highly amusing naturist tendencies and giving me a french last name. (I guess I said "non" a couple of times in the beggining.  )

It was very nice of you to put me in your story. Don't think I said that.

Though I see I made a speech.    

i see u made a speech and i am glad u re-read it i'll try to finish it sometime, i just got a lot on my plate at the moment. though it's only one part left

Yeah, I get that.  As long as you are planning to finish it, just do it in your own time.  

Part of what's fun about those things is that I think I remember what each of them are a reference to. Well, perhaps except the Ringo thing that is.  

well, i like that u think i am actually referring to alot of stuff, cus it may seem smart, it's not though

Ah, ok. It's just some of the things I mentioned, I remembered us talking about as well. Like the sealskin boots. (I think Figg even wanted some.   ) That might very well be more in the reading than the writing though.   

Maybe it's just my literary analysis.    The first thing you learn in literary analysis at University level is to take no notice of what the author might have been thinking.

Issac Asimov wrote a wonderful short story about a physicist who invents a time machine and brings Shakespeare to the present. He's excited to find there are classes being taught about him, so enrolls in won. Eventually he had to be sent back due to nervous breakdown: he failed the class.

well, i am not saying it was all coincident