[Stargate: Drabble] "Military Feminist" [SG-22, G]
Title: Military Feminist
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 23, challenge 30, prompt 02 self-admitted
Word Count: 562
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: The men of SG-22 answer a survey.
Military Feminist
Jason saw the booth from across the mall fountain and made his way over to it.
He was just about finished his shopping - their birthdays were all over the year, but SG-22 had made a habit of doing their present-finding when they could, in case they got trapped in a naquadah mine for weeks. Jason had found a nice sweater and a newly-released biography for Gryff, a different book and a new umbrella for Levi, and a shiny set of wrenches for Toby. That was a pretty good stash for upcoming holidays, so he felt he’d earned a detour.
He was hoping that the homemade booth he’d spotted was Girl Scouts selling cookies or Boy Scouts selling popcorn, but it turned out to be three young women with stacks of forms and not a snack food in sight.
“Uh, hi,” he said.
“Hi!” said one of them, with a bouncy dark ponytail. “Do you have time to fill out a quick survey? It’s for our psychology class and all we need is your opinion.”
“And you get a candy bar when you’re done,” added another, holding up a jar of Hershey’s miniatures.
Jason smiled. “Sold,” he said, and took the clipboard that the third girl handed him.
“It’s about feminism,” she said. “You don’t have to be for it, so please answer honestly.”
“Oh, no, I’m totally a feminist,” said Jason, skimming over the questions - living with Gryff taught him to read a whole form before starting it.
“Really?” all three girls chorused.
“It’s just,” said the one with the candy jar. “You kinda look like a military guy.”
“Yeah,” added the first girl. “My dad’s in the Army and he barely thinks women should have the right to vote.”
“His loss, then,” said Jason. “I’m a Marine. My unit CO is a woman and she’s the best commander I’ve ever had.”
He was just finishing the form - it was all check boxes, yes or no - when a voice said, “There you are.”
“Hey, Levi.”
The sociologist frowned. “I thought I’d find you at the food court. What are you doing over here?”
Jason pulled his completed form from the clipboard and handed it, with its pile of blank forms, to Levi. “Here,” he said. “These girls are doing a survey for their psychology class.”
“Okay,” said Levi. “Got a pen?”
The third girl, with her hair in tight braids, held one out. “Are you a feminist, too?” she asked.
“Oh, absolutely,” said Levi. “No civilization can prosper if it oppresses fully half of its population. In fact-”
Jason pressed the pen into Levi’s hand. “Survey first, then the lecture.”
“Sure, sure,” the other man agreed. “Hey, have you seen Gryff and Toby?”
“No, not yet. If Gryff’s in the bookstore, we might have to send out search parties.”
The young woman with the candy jar took the form Jason handed her, then held out the jar, “You can take two. And thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Sir?” called the girl with braids. “Do you have a minute to take a survey?”
“You mean you don’t have any Girl Scout cookies?” asked Toby, frowning, then he grinned as he spotted the other two men from his team. “Hey, guys.”
The girl with the ponytail held out another form. “You’re a military feminist, too?”
Toby laughed and took the clipboard. “Yes, I am.”
THE END
Current Mood:
working
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 23, challenge 30, prompt 02 self-admitted
Word Count: 562
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: The men of SG-22 answer a survey.
Military Feminist
Jason saw the booth from across the mall fountain and made his way over to it.
He was just about finished his shopping - their birthdays were all over the year, but SG-22 had made a habit of doing their present-finding when they could, in case they got trapped in a naquadah mine for weeks. Jason had found a nice sweater and a newly-released biography for Gryff, a different book and a new umbrella for Levi, and a shiny set of wrenches for Toby. That was a pretty good stash for upcoming holidays, so he felt he’d earned a detour.
He was hoping that the homemade booth he’d spotted was Girl Scouts selling cookies or Boy Scouts selling popcorn, but it turned out to be three young women with stacks of forms and not a snack food in sight.
“Uh, hi,” he said.
“Hi!” said one of them, with a bouncy dark ponytail. “Do you have time to fill out a quick survey? It’s for our psychology class and all we need is your opinion.”
“And you get a candy bar when you’re done,” added another, holding up a jar of Hershey’s miniatures.
Jason smiled. “Sold,” he said, and took the clipboard that the third girl handed him.
“It’s about feminism,” she said. “You don’t have to be for it, so please answer honestly.”
“Oh, no, I’m totally a feminist,” said Jason, skimming over the questions - living with Gryff taught him to read a whole form before starting it.
“Really?” all three girls chorused.
“It’s just,” said the one with the candy jar. “You kinda look like a military guy.”
“Yeah,” added the first girl. “My dad’s in the Army and he barely thinks women should have the right to vote.”
“His loss, then,” said Jason. “I’m a Marine. My unit CO is a woman and she’s the best commander I’ve ever had.”
He was just finishing the form - it was all check boxes, yes or no - when a voice said, “There you are.”
“Hey, Levi.”
The sociologist frowned. “I thought I’d find you at the food court. What are you doing over here?”
Jason pulled his completed form from the clipboard and handed it, with its pile of blank forms, to Levi. “Here,” he said. “These girls are doing a survey for their psychology class.”
“Okay,” said Levi. “Got a pen?”
The third girl, with her hair in tight braids, held one out. “Are you a feminist, too?” she asked.
“Oh, absolutely,” said Levi. “No civilization can prosper if it oppresses fully half of its population. In fact-”
Jason pressed the pen into Levi’s hand. “Survey first, then the lecture.”
“Sure, sure,” the other man agreed. “Hey, have you seen Gryff and Toby?”
“No, not yet. If Gryff’s in the bookstore, we might have to send out search parties.”
The young woman with the candy jar took the form Jason handed her, then held out the jar, “You can take two. And thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Sir?” called the girl with braids. “Do you have a minute to take a survey?”
“You mean you don’t have any Girl Scout cookies?” asked Toby, frowning, then he grinned as he spotted the other two men from his team. “Hey, guys.”
The girl with the ponytail held out another form. “You’re a military feminist, too?”
Toby laughed and took the clipboard. “Yes, I am.”
THE END
Current Mood:
working