icon meme

Oct. 21st, 2005 08:46 pm
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Uh. I had something to say, but I forgot what because work broke my brain today. Ow. No, really. Ow.

So. I think I might always have to use free Super Saver Shipping from Amazon because my stuff got here faster than when I have it shipped with standard shipping. WTF. Stupid UPS.

Since I have nothing of value to say, I'm throwing out a meme from way back when.

Userpic Meme
1. Pick any one of my user icons.
2. Write a drabble or a ficlet about the one you picked.
3. Post it in my comments!


Erm. If you post the meme? I'll... try and write something for you. It might be really cracked, but I'll try :-P

Icon Fic

Date: 2005-10-23 03:10 am (UTC)
ext_975: photo of a woof (Default)
From: [identity profile] springwoof.livejournal.com
Okay, how about this one that says Bite Me this one?



Here's the story:

My Kingdom for a Ferris Wheel

Elizabeth Weir’s eyes sparkled as she took off the headband. “That was incredible Rodney! So realistic!”

McKay bounced on his toes and hummed a happy hum, pleased with himself. “Yes, yes, all part of my astonishing genius!”

Zelenka straightened his glasses as he removed his own headband. “I will admit I am impressed, McKay. Besides the clever interface with the Ancient technology, I did not expect the level of detail we encountered.”

“Aye!”agreed Beckett, folding his arms, the headband dangling from his fingers. He shook his head slowly, grinning. “Your virtual reality simulation isn’t just enjoyable and technically impressive, Rodney, it may have therapeutic value as well. I’d like Dr. Heightmeyer to experience this.”

“You mean,” asked Weir, catching on and raising both eyebrows. “That if our personnel are feeling a little stressed…”

“They might be able to take a wee virtual vacation!” Beckett’s smile gave him dimples. He flashed those dimples charmingly in McKay’s direction when Rodney began to sputter.

“Just…just hold your horses, Carson. This was just a little demonstration of the possibilities of the technology. I have no intention of designing little therapeutic scenarios to help Heightmeyer shrink anybody’s head!”

“How about training scenarios, then, Doc?” asked Lorne, glancing at Sheppard as if for backup. “This would be great for training scenarios for the men, teach them about fighting the Wraith before they actually encounter them. How about it? We probably wouldn’t need the level of detail you included in this scenario here. Tell him, Sir!”

Sheppard pouted. “What I want to know is why you chose a tour through some Ancient concert hall? Yes, the music and the instruments and stuff were interesting, and the crowds must have been hard to do—I noticed that every person was different. But why not, say, a carnival? That would have showed off your genius too—the sounds, the visuals, the crowds…and I could gotten to ride a Ferris wheel too!”

“Bite me, Colonel!” McKay smirked, equally pleased and annoyed (as per usual around Sheppard). He waved his hands in irritation. “Listen, people, I’m not doing any custom simulations, okay? I’ve got far more important ways to spend my time. This was just a little something I tinkered on in my off hours. If you want more virtual reality scenarios…”

Everyone leaned forward, wondering what it would take.

“Dr. Weir can just requisition another programmer to join us the next time the Daedalus comes.” McKay folded his arms, nodded firmly, then whirled and stomped from the room before anyone could stop him.

He’d gotten enough of a head start that he was half way down the hall before the rest of them boiled through the room. “Rodney!” “Listen, Dr. McKay--” “Aww, Rodney…” “McKay, you seriously don’t expect--” He glanced once over his shoulder at the mass of them, heading in his direction, the tenor of their reactions running from imploring to demanding, and abruptly broke into a run. He was glad of both his head start and of the element of surprise as he heard the others take chase behind him.

He headed for the workout room. Maybe Teyla would protect him….

Re: Icon Fic

Date: 2005-10-23 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amezri.livejournal.com
Eee! Yay!! That was too cute!

I love that McKay took the time to show everyone his achievement, but didn't want to spend the time to make it accessible to everyone. So very like him ;)

Thank you so much :D

Re: Icon Fic

Date: 2005-10-23 03:47 am (UTC)
ext_975: photo of a woof (Default)
From: [identity profile] springwoof.livejournal.com

::grins:: glad you liked! I wanted it to fit the icon & hopefully came close.

that icon is just so...McKay...impressed with himself--with everyone else, not so much...

wags, springwoof

Re: Icon Fic

Date: 2005-10-23 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amezri.livejournal.com
It fit very well :) McKay is definitely one of those "Look what I made! Marvel! Now go away" sort of people.

Date: 2005-10-23 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tylergrrls.livejournal.com


=*=

John Sheppard wasn't exactly sure how to respond when accosted by a sales clerk with a stuffed donkey in one hand and a staple gun in the other. "You shouldn't buy that."

'That' was a large bag of jelly beans with a picture of Niagara Falls plastered on the package. The connection between Niagara Falls and jelly beans escaped him, but he'd promised Rodney that he'd bring him back something sugary, and this was the closest gift shop to the hotel Weir had parked them in for whatever mission she had.

"Uhhh, you're a sales clerk, aren't you?" John asked, eyeing the staple gun with a little concern. "I'd think you'd want me to buy this."

The woman glared. Not at John, though. She glared at the donkey.

John inched left.

The sales clerk's attention swung back to him. "You can't buy that. It's not for sale."

John pointed to the sign behind him that indicated that the bags of jelly beans were, in fact, not only for sale, but on sale.

Transfering the stapler to the hand holding the stuffed donkey, the girl reached out and snagged the jelly beans away before he could stop her.

"Hey!"

"You dont want those," she insisted, brandishing the donkey/staple gun combination at him while shoving the three remaining bags of jelly beans out of sight.

"Well, since you're so knowledgable..." John started, but he didn't get a chance to finish.

"Salt water taffy." A box of it hit him in the chest, and only his reflexes saved him from dropping it. "On the house. Go away."

John Sheppard had seen a lot of strange things in the Pegasus galaxy. This girl, who looked to be having an angry conversation with the stuffed donkey as she stormed away, was strange. Even to him.

He escaped the store and all but ran into Rodney, who had apparently not trusted his ability to find candy and had come looking for him.

"Hey, you got salt water taffy!" The box left John's hands as quickly as it had arrived, and every bit as violently. "I love salt water taffy. Did I ever tell you about the time..."

=*=

The only Wonderfalls/Stargate: Atlantis fic that hopefully exists in the WORLD. :p

-Bree


Date: 2005-10-23 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amezri.livejournal.com
I love you. So very much. That was a perfect Jaye. And the baffled John? Yes.

Now we need Jaye running into John at the Barrel and Eric getting the wrong idea and getting kinda jealous. Uh huh.

Date: 2005-10-23 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
hahahaha, awesome!!!!

Date: 2005-10-23 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katydidmischief.livejournal.com


Rodney sat back and stared at the little yellow post-it, the elegant scrawl of Elizabeth's handwritting laughing at him from the paper. Of course, that wasn't possible and he knew it.

But the downright cruelty of giving him this paper was just... overwhelming. Rodney wasn't supposed to be the one to do this. He couldn't. It would hurt John too much, and fuck, John. What was he going to do if John saw him pop the soul? They'd had one fight that nearly ended their relationship; Rodney couldn't do it again.

"Luv?" Carson stepped into the lab, holding a sandwich. "You weren't at lunch. If you're too go on a mission, you need to eat. Just because you're dead doesn't mean you're exempt from your hypoglycemia," he ribbed. Setting down the plate, Carson noticed the look on his boyfriend's face. "What is it?"

Rodney flipped the post-it around, displaying the name and ETD: Aiden Ford.

Carson choked a breath, before speaking. "We knew this was coming. He missed the first one and it was just a matter of time."

"Yes, I know." Rodney's frown deepened, "it's just...like I'm about to kill my kid brother."

Date: 2005-10-23 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amezri.livejournal.com
Ack, no, Aiden! *hugs Rodney*

You, my dear, are awesome.

Date: 2005-10-23 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katydidmischief.livejournal.com
*g* Glad you liked it hun. Thank you! And look, the first of Reapergate!

Date: 2005-10-23 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roguewords.livejournal.com
I wrote one. It's here.

Date: 2005-10-25 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amezri.livejournal.com
Yay! Faith & Oz! So cool. Thank you ^^

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