I'm am disturbingly uninspired.
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skoosiepantsI wrote this, then promptly decided not to like it, even though I still find the idea of it amusing. I can't get any further, though. Except for one vague scene where Ronon tries to eat it. But it's all so very pathetic, given that I'm only 400+ words in *shakes head*
Contrary to Rodney’s often vociferous and always incredulous belief, John actually did have a strong survival instinct, and the accompanying guide to prove it. And number three on his list of What- and What Not to Do When on an Unfamiliar World That Even Teyla is Suspicious Of – nestled in between Never Smile With Teeth and Tranquilizer Darts Are Your Friends – was Always Look Gift Horses in the Mouth.
That one made the list after the planet that rained heavily for the entire three days they were camped there, and the natives, smile-y and pale and sort of sharp-toothed, offered a weed that apparently made the wet season more bearable. And by “more bearable” they’d meant “turns you into a fish” since it took a week of Atlantean breezes for Ronon to dry out completely and lose the gills and fins. So. Most often, unless Teyla recognized them, gifts were respectively and politely declined.
On P35-722, the villagers, for no discernable reason, gave Rodney a potted plant, and John’s words of protest and caution fell on deaf ears – which was only the first odd thing, because normally Rodney was the one hissing “doom!” and “don’t touch, don’t touch!”
It was nice, John conceded, as far as plants went. Blue-green and leafy with thick healthy stems, knotted buds that suggested flowering, tips kissed with red. But what was really strange, far stranger than Rodney’s immediate happy acceptance of the gift, was that Rodney seemed to love it. Rodney, who thought all botanists were hippie tree-hugging weirdoes with too much time on their hands and not enough brains to cut it as real scientists, freaking adored this plant.
Rodney hugged it to his chest and had an honest-to-god giddy smile on his face, thanking the village elders for their gift as they prepared to ‘gate home, ignoring any and all of John’s admonishments about leaving the indigenous, most-likely – with their luck - harmful plant alone.
So naturally, John’s first thought was that Rodney was drugged out of his mind.
And his second thought was that the plant was giving off some sort of pheromone, because the minute they stepped back into Atlantis, Elizabeth and Chuck just stared at them. It.
And, when they were done staring, they charged McKay in rush of, “Oh my god, that’s the coolest plant ever,” and “Can I touch it?” and, “Seriously, so cool,” and “Can I hold it?” and Rodney cradled it protectively and said, “Yes it is,” “No,” “I know,” and “No way,” and Elizabeth looked disturbingly crushed.
John radioed for Carson.
See? Uninspired. Are there any SGA challenges out there? Something to jumpstart my muse?
Contrary to Rodney’s often vociferous and always incredulous belief, John actually did have a strong survival instinct, and the accompanying guide to prove it. And number three on his list of What- and What Not to Do When on an Unfamiliar World That Even Teyla is Suspicious Of – nestled in between Never Smile With Teeth and Tranquilizer Darts Are Your Friends – was Always Look Gift Horses in the Mouth.
That one made the list after the planet that rained heavily for the entire three days they were camped there, and the natives, smile-y and pale and sort of sharp-toothed, offered a weed that apparently made the wet season more bearable. And by “more bearable” they’d meant “turns you into a fish” since it took a week of Atlantean breezes for Ronon to dry out completely and lose the gills and fins. So. Most often, unless Teyla recognized them, gifts were respectively and politely declined.
On P35-722, the villagers, for no discernable reason, gave Rodney a potted plant, and John’s words of protest and caution fell on deaf ears – which was only the first odd thing, because normally Rodney was the one hissing “doom!” and “don’t touch, don’t touch!”
It was nice, John conceded, as far as plants went. Blue-green and leafy with thick healthy stems, knotted buds that suggested flowering, tips kissed with red. But what was really strange, far stranger than Rodney’s immediate happy acceptance of the gift, was that Rodney seemed to love it. Rodney, who thought all botanists were hippie tree-hugging weirdoes with too much time on their hands and not enough brains to cut it as real scientists, freaking adored this plant.
Rodney hugged it to his chest and had an honest-to-god giddy smile on his face, thanking the village elders for their gift as they prepared to ‘gate home, ignoring any and all of John’s admonishments about leaving the indigenous, most-likely – with their luck - harmful plant alone.
So naturally, John’s first thought was that Rodney was drugged out of his mind.
And his second thought was that the plant was giving off some sort of pheromone, because the minute they stepped back into Atlantis, Elizabeth and Chuck just stared at them. It.
And, when they were done staring, they charged McKay in rush of, “Oh my god, that’s the coolest plant ever,” and “Can I touch it?” and, “Seriously, so cool,” and “Can I hold it?” and Rodney cradled it protectively and said, “Yes it is,” “No,” “I know,” and “No way,” and Elizabeth looked disturbingly crushed.
John radioed for Carson.
See? Uninspired. Are there any SGA challenges out there? Something to jumpstart my muse?
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Date: 2006-02-21 11:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-02-21 11:17 am (UTC)As for the challenges, this (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=sga_newsletter&keyword=Challenges&filter=all) might help but since I'm not much of a challenge person... *shrugs*
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Date: 2006-02-21 04:02 pm (UTC)Hey, since it's secretly a new type of pot, which wants to be smoked (or eaten, most likely) kind of like that tree with the dodo, you should just come up with the stoned sex.
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:06 pm (UTC)I'm having a serious mental block with writing sga sex scenes, though, if you haven't noticed. everything ends up so *tame*
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Date: 2006-02-24 12:15 pm (UTC)Kidfic? :D:D:D:D How cute! I can just picture rodney all chubby faced getting into the pudding in the SGA kitchens. :D:D
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