for whom the bell tolls

It's that time folks! reel_band participants should now be putting the finishing touches on their fics! I will be severely disappointed if people have FORGOTTEN! I, myself, have asked for an extension, seeing as how my Ryan crossdressing AU is still in the editing stage, and I can't see it being finished for the Oct. 1st deadline. Nata is cool! She won't slap you if you need some more time!

I'm 12,000 words into my Supersaturation sequel. EXCITING! I really kind of like it a lot, so I hope you all will too when it's done :)

Radek pushes his glasses up the slope of his nose. “Dr. Wentz has gone missing,” he says, and Rodney rolls his eyes.

“Yes, like that’s a new development. This should be an incentive.” Productivity always slowed with Wentz dancing around the lab, flashing his donkey smile and tight pants.

“Badminton finals start this afternoon,” Simpson says, frowning, and his entire department has lost their minds, seriously.

“Do I look like I care?” He might have, once, but then his team got pummeled by Teyla and Katie two rounds in and he’d realized badminton was stupid.

“Pete’s missing,” Salpeter says, “and Maja kissed Patrick.”

Rodney jerks his gaze to Ivarsson’s console, and she just gives him an elegant, unconcerned half-shrug.

“Patrick is sweet,” she says, her grin sharp, and Rodney thinks she probably instigated the whole mess on purpose, because Ivarsson lives to be a pain in Rodney’s ass. She’s like a tiny waspish insect, intent on him dying of anaphylactic shock.

He jabs a finger at her. “Keep your harpy ways under control, Ivarsson,” he says, but she just laughs.