Hi. I decided to make this collection of little plot ideas I can't develop into longer stories. Most of what I put here does not exceed three pages (on OpenOffice, at least), and they do not connect directly, aside from one being caused by a decision at the end of another. The length can vary from less than six hundred words to over a thousand, though. At this point, I'm still triple- and quadruple-checking the grammar of my other ones.
The overall rating is somewhere between K-plus and T, but chapters themselves tend to lean more towards one or the other (one or two are even K). The worst that happens is cursing, the aftermath of drinking alcohol, and reference to groping, but the latter two are in later chapters; I mention it when it comes up.
The main characters are Zelda, Dedede, R.O.B., and Nana; they'll show up the most in the stories. I don't know yet if I'll have a short story that doesn't focus on any of them. Also, pairings-wise, it's…actually a total mess, to be honest. As in, Popo likes Nana, who likes him and Dedede, who likes Zelda, who's dating Link.
As for connections to previous stories, unless otherwise noted, all this takes place at least several months after The Thin Line (which takes place weeks after A Royal Pain, with Heroic about two months before that). These, however, have no particular order, aside from the two that are directly connected. There is reference to some development over that time, but I don't know yet if I'll cover that.
I don't know how long I'll keep this up. it could be for weeks, or it could be for a short burst. Basically, it goes on until my mind decides it's had enough and jumps ship.
(1-4-12: Minor edits done in every chapter to fix awkward phrases and formatting; some lines have been removed.)
"So, basically, you finally decided to throw your parka into the laundry today, which just happened to coincide with a storm?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you left a hairband out here, which was so important that you had to spend an hour searching for it in the rain, in the vacant lot behind the apartments, with all the trees and crap."
"Pretty much."
Dedede smacked his forehead lightly. "Impulsive, much?"
"It's rubbing off on me," Nana smiled. The girl walked by his side, wearing just a pink tank top, purple shorts, and sandals.
Rain was pouring down upon the two, but Nana looked considerably wetter. While Dedede had only been outside for a short time, looking for Nana, she had been outside long enough to look completely drenched. At least Dedede was marginally dry, thanks to his robes. Thankfully, there wasn't a lot of wind, and had it not been for the rain, it would have been a relatively hot day anyway. It didn't change the fact that Nana looked like she had actually been dunked underwater, however.
"At least Popo's not here right now. God, that kid would go on and on if he saw you like this."
"He probably will see me when we get back inside. If he's sleeping like you said he is, he's in our room, meaning I can't get dry clothes without waking him up."
"Do it anyway; I don't care how long he'll rant about it. Hypothermia is not a fun thing, as I'm sure you know all about."
Nana shrugged. "Hey, I have innate ice powers. It sucks and all, but it'll take a lot more than some cold to kill me."
Dedede looked down at her. "You're shivering."
Nana stuck her tongue out at him, then stopped. He paused to see what was up, but was taken by surprise when Nana suddenly tugged at his robe. "If I'm so cold, then be a gentleman and let me have this."
"No way! I need to stay dry, too!"
"Dedede, would you really let a little girl stay wet and cold?" Nana gave the best puppydog look she could, trying to convince him that she was a little waif that needed his aid.
"…Possibly."
Nana quickly dropped the innocence act. No use in trying it on a guy that was immune to such charms. "If you're worried about staying dry, then we'll share!"
"How would that even work?"
"Like so."
There was an advantage to Nana being so small for her age. She was nimble enough to pull up the robe sightly and duck under it, and before Dedede understood what was going on, she had climbed onto his back, arms over his shoulders and crossing just below his neck. Her head poked out from the collar, and aside from it and her arms, she was blanketed by the slightly damp interior of the jacket.
"Oh, no." Dedede looked back, craning to see Nana as best as he could. "Didn't you just say you weren't worried about hypothermia?"
"I'm still not, but I just don't like being cold," Nana grinned, tightening her hold.
"Get off, kid."
"Nein. Take me back inside, and we'll talk."
"Geez, you're crazy," Dedede groaned, deciding he can deal with it a little longer. They had just entered the backyard, at any rate.
"And you're warm, and your jacket's nice and fuzzy, so there," Nana then drove her point – assuming she even had one – home, rubbing her cheek against the back of his neck.
She had gotten braver, and a lot more obnoxious, about her feelings over the past few weeks. Dedede was partially to blame, as he had allowed her to idolize him, and eventually he became an influence on her. He knew she was doing this just to get a reaction, as unlike previous crushes of hers, he was a lot less likely to blush and a lot more likely to snap. Nana wasn't exactly known for fearing the wrath of those around her, however.
Dedede decided to not give her the pleasure of knowing she was wearing on his nerves, and continued on.