infinimato

Comment fics

2009-04-01T23:07:39Z

From comment_fic, Decaf for the April Fool's Day prompt: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Switching coffee for decaf. [Fairly PG, though]

From synecdochic's Inaugural Dreamwidth Comment Porn Meme, Peanuts, for the prompt: Ocean's 11, Rusty/Linus, peanuts. [Also not very porny, but more R-rated.]

huh. my first award.

2009-03-30T06:49:25Z

Judge's comment: Infinimato hits the nail of comedy on the head with this one. And her characterization of Hammer felt dead on.

Not too shabby for something written off the cuff, in a moment of sheer insanity, and in a fandom I've never written in ever again. (yet?)

BSG Finale non-spoilers post II

2009-03-25T04:19:56Z

I'm still in awe how much Original Series music kept creeping in.

Also, episode 18? "Numian's 3rd Sonata" or whatever? Is from the original series. It's the music they'd play whenever the Cylons would appear. Very grand, very operatic. Made me burst out laughing the second I realized what it was.

BSG Finale non-spoilers post

2009-03-24T04:59:46Z

Bear McCreary, HAVE MY CHILDREN.

Of all the times not to own a television....

2009-03-21T02:38:12Z

I still haven't seen (finished downloading) last week's BSG. I dunno how long it will be until I can get my hands on tonight's.

I give until Tuesday (assuming I haven't seen it by then) before some asshole "accidentally" spoils it.

Also in my to-download queueueueue: L&O:UK. (And Dollhouse. WAY behind on Dollhouse.)

Lastly: Netflix++ for three more NCIS Season 1 disks. 2 more and I'm done with S1. Then... S2! :-)

Postive Actors I Can Admire

2009-03-18T18:23:34Z

I've said it before and I'm sure to say it again -- generally I do not like actors. They tend to be self-serving in ways that call attention to themselves that should shame anyone. Everytime I read about an actor who tells fans details of their personal life that should be kept under lock and key, or says the most skeevy things, I want to smack heads. [Don't get me started on the fans who encourage this behaviour and/or are worse. That's a whole other ball of crap.]

Anyway. I understand that actors need to walk around with giant arrows pointing at them going, "LOOK AT ME! SEE? I WILL BRING YOUR movie/tv show/reality series/magazine article/brothel/etc
PILES OF MONEY" because that's what gets them noticed, and then cast. But I don't have to like it.

Every once in a while, however, an actor will do things that make me step back and go, "OK, you're using your Evil Acting Power for GOOD!"

In that vein -- Edward James Olmos may have a share of my soul. Mary McDonnell and Whoopi Goldberg can also have a slice.

Because, DAMN, people! Chanting, "So Say We All" WITH people at the U.N.?!

whoa, two posts in one day

2009-03-18T02:13:46Z

Is anyone else squicked by the whole "john-farr" thing? I hope this fad passes QUICKLY. YEEEUGH.

the plot bunny i don't need

2009-03-18T01:28:36Z

As if I don't have 1001 unfinished fics ...

Someone, somewhere (maybe even one of you) posted a "which of these fictional people would you have sex with" meme and when SGA's Lorne was mentioned, they sort of did a "mine! mine! mine!" -- to which i can completely relate.

But that got me thinking --- Everyone thinks he's such a good little soldier. In canon he screws up now and again, but he's generally considered the reliable 2nd. In fanon he's Sheppard's go-to boy, always mopping up after him, whether it's a mission gone wrong or, well, whatever.

So I started thinking... What if he's got this really nasty streak that rarely pops out? But when it does, hoo boy, watch out.

I started pondering the "Gets drunk, acts like asshole" thing, but that's so typical and cliche (and, hey, that's most of the people I've dated (-: ). I'm now trying to figure out what his Nasty Streak is and where it can crop up and make people just go, "Whoa. Didn't see THAT coming."

Why I Shouldn't Post At 3 Am

2009-03-13T17:17:30Z

yeah, that last post was meant for brain_asplode.

stupid tomato.

Horrible Awards

2009-03-13T03:50:09Z

Just a note that the voting for the Horrible Awards closes on March 20th.

My Horrible fic, Hammer Time, is just one of many nominees. While I cannot and would not tell you who to vote for, I will say that there's some awesome stuff there and you should check it out, if you're a fan of the Dr. Horrible Sing-along Blog at all.

Not that I think I have a remote chance of winning in ANY category; I'm pretty well convinced at this point that these things are popularity contests. Go ahead, universe, Prove Me Wrong, I dare you.

Oh, gods, I did not write this (Warning: Slashy RPF)

2009-03-13T00:12:28Z

I have at least one offer to beta my fic if I sign up for the AU fest. I discussed my idea with the comm moderators (as it entails mixing prompts) and they gave me permission.... to use my own prompt.

>head hits desk<

(with a mix-in of something of tielan's)

IN HORRIFIC NEWS:

I was flipping through a comment_fic prompts post and somehow got bit by:

Firefly RPS, Nathan Fillion/Adam Baldwin/Sean Maher, just another of Joss' parties

While occasionally RPF amuses the hell out of me (and I won't deny having written it before), it usually squicks me. However this bit me in a demented way. of course. And then a 4th person wandered into the mix...

"We shouldn't be in here," Nathan said, stumbling into a random bedroom.

"Joss won't care," Sean said, pushing them towards the big bed. "He's so busy with Eliza and Tahmoh he probably won't even notice we're gone."

"Yeah, but-" Nathan started, but Adam shoved him onto the bed so hard the wind flew out of him.

"Dammit, Adam, don't break him before we've started," Sean pointed out.

"Quitcher whining and get peeled," Adam replied. "He's too drunk to break, anyway."

"Hey! Whose hands are down my pants?"

"Shut UP, Nathan. I swear to Christ, I don't know why we put up with you."

There was less talking for quite a while.

Suddenly the light popped on, causing them all to yell.

"So THIS is where you three got off to," Tahmoh said, yanking off his shirt.

"For Christ's sake, kid, turn off the fuckin' light, will ya?"

He made sure to lock the door before heading over to the bed.

My grey matter is broken.

2009-03-08T04:14:59Z

- I'm not job hunting as hard as I should be. [I've been unemployed since the end of January.]

- I'm not keeping up with LJ well enough. I am a sucky LJ friend.

- I'm not writing much either. There's a couple of something-fests I really want to write for, including lgbtfest and, especially, the team_sga AU 2009 fest (in which I put a few whacked out prompts, of which at least one has been grabbed, of which one I may just have to do myself anyway, maybe, and where there are some other awesome prompts that just yell, "Write me! Write me!") but I just don't seem to be able to get the ideas out from the head through the fingers.

I need to get back into the programs. All of them. I need to work on brain_asplode, too.

Think I'll go do that now.

If anyone thinks the USAF folks are the "dull" ones...

2009-02-22T20:08:00Z

This may have made the rounds before, but I just found it on Snopes.

USAF Airman directing traffic in a harness, a football helmet, socks & boots, + 1 extra (long) tube sock.

I gotta wonder if he shaved for this event.

Debating a ficathon

2009-02-19T03:11:53Z

Should I

- Have brain_asplode host a crack-crossover fic-a-thon (people post prompts of "I want to see this crack crossover", in the vein of the comm, & then people post)

or

- Host here a Crack-a-thon? Just crack fic prompts AND crossovers, & then their fics? (& then, yeah, let brain_asplode do it's normal thing)

Doctors - the Annotated Version (SGA, gen, PG)

2009-02-16T21:42:27Z

Title:Doctors [the annotated version]
Fandom Primarily Stargate Atlantis, with a small number of crossovers
Rating: PG, for a bad word or two. tsk.
Genres: Crossovers & Crack [Two great tastes...]
Summary: Atlantis gets new scientists.

Read This First: I wrote the original Doctors for the sga_flashfic community. Nobody seemed to get what I was doing, so I've made an annotated version that explains it. If you haven't, go read the original first. Then come back if you're still lost.

The key here is that there are, at least, 7 crossovers, depending on how you look at it. Despite a note at the bottom, For some reason people seemed to latch on one character they recognized and assumed that the rest of the fic was also from that fandom. It's not.

I admit that some of the crossovers aren't very mainstream, but I didn't expect all of it to be THAT hard.

"Where did they even get this new bunch of scientists, a comic book convention?" Rodney was in full rant mode. John and Evan were mostly tuning him out as they finished their dinner. Teyla had escaped early rant, claiming the needs of Torren, and then Ronon suddenly had somewhere else to be. Of all the people on Atlantis John and Evan were probably the best at tuning out Rodney's rants, except maybe Radek, who was stuck in the labs trying to help the new scientists keep from furthering Rodney's ire.

An important thing to remember is that Rodney is HORRID at remembering names. It took him something like deep into season 2 before he could remember Zelenka's name, right? :-) So a boatload of newbie scientists is gonna make him worse than ever.

"I mean, that one guy, Honeybear? I'm not sure who is worse, him or that squeaking assistant of his! They are so destructive I'd almost prefer to have Kavanagh back. Plus he's blind as a bat!

Dr. Bunsen Honeydew of Muppet Labs fame, along with his "squeaking" side-kick, Beaker. Meep meep meep!

Almost as bad as that old guy, Barnsworth! How did he get past the SGC physical? He falls asleep at the slightest thing and then starts babbling about his twenty-something year old uncle!

Professor Hubert J Farnsworth from Futurama. A main plot point of the show is that the main character, Philip J Fry, has come 1000 years into the future and his only living relative is his great-great-great-to-the-Nth nephew, Professor Farnsworth.

And that other guy, Benzene? He just stares at you and quotes some sort of Zen of Stupid. Radek says he's supposed to also be a brain surgeon, but Jennifer threw him out of the med labs."

In retrospect Benzene wasn't the best name choice for Dr. Buckaroo Banzai, but I thought the bit about him also being a brain surgeon ("Don't tug on that. You never know what it might be attached to!") would help. Maybe I should have put in something about rock bands and/or race cars, too. :-)

"Rodney," John said quietly, "Eat something before you pass out."

"Might want to try breathing first, there, Doc," Evan added helpfully-ish. "It'd suck to pass out from lack of air before you pass out from manly hunger."

Rodney didn't quite growl before diving back into it, "And then there's Blackboard, the hippie new age guy who thinks aliens have been on Earth since the '50s, and how did he get past Jackson at the SGC?

As one person guessed, this is Dr Harrison Blackwood from the War of the Worlds TV series. (& sorry for the cheesy link (-:.) In the series the aliens from the movie get resurrected by radiation and try to take over the world. Again. Until the 2nd season, when they got Freibergered (though not literally).

And Ventman, who keeps asking about ghosts -- ghosts! What is this, summer camp? Let's all get our flashlights and make scary faces! He's creeped out half the biology department, sneaking around the plants and talking about his Zune, or something."

Everyone's seen Ghostbusters, right? This is Peter Venkman, apparently still scarred from his run-in with Zuul.

Above his head, John made mouth flapping motions with his hands. Evan nearly burst out laughing, but managed to turn it into a coughing fit. Not that Rodney noticed.

"What about Forrestman, who breaks things and then utters the incredibly imaginative phrase, 'Oh, poopie!' Just what we need, bathroom humor in the labs!

Clayton Forrester from MST3K. The thing that makes me giggle, here, is that Forrester was named for the character in the (original) movie of WotW, who, in the TV-WOTW-verse, adopted Harrison Blackwood.

My brain is incestuous with it's fandoms.

And then there's that one who won't even give a name! We can't find his files, either. All he'll let us
address him as is, 'Doctor'. Like that's not confusing in 22 labs full of Ph.Ds! Not even
counting the medical quacks."

This was intended to be The Doctor. Which one? Does it matter? Well, apparently The Doctor didn't start using the John Smith until his 2nd incarnation, so I suppose it can't be the first Doctor, then. :-)

"Major," John said with more patience than he thought possible, "Isn't it time for us to go re-inventory the 11th floor armory?"

"Oh! Yes, Colonel, how could we have forgotten!" Evan replied, probably too eagerly, as both got up to bus their trays.

"Armory!" Rodney suddenly realized he was being abandoned mid-rant. "You guys hate doing that inventory crap! Hey, what am I supposed to do with these so-called scientists? Hey, you!" Apparently spotting one of the rantees, he now abandoned them, yelling, "Get over here and explain just who the hell you are!"

As they walked out the door, they heard, "Where the hell are your files, and what the hell is your name? And don't give me any of this 'Smith' shit, either!"

What I was intending here is hinted with spotting one of the rantees, meaning, Rodney had just been ranting about this person -- ie. The Doctor. However other people picked this out as other Smiths: Lost in Space, Men in Black, etc. There's already so much crossed over, I can't find fault with a little do-it-yourself-crossovering, too!

I had thought about doing a sequel where they get a bunch of new military people from a variety of other fandoms, but given the poor reception of this fic, I may not.

Then again, I may do it anyway, to get it out of my head.

Five Uncles Torren Had on Atlantis

2009-02-13T23:47:15Z

Title: Five Uncles Torren Had on Atlantis
Genre: Futurefic. Gen, mostly, with a bit of Het. And Sappiness.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Only if you don't know who Torren is (All of S5?)
Notes: This bit me while driving. I had to pull over and start writing. Gah! Also, unbetaed because I haven't found a new beta yet. *sigh*
Summary: Torren grows up with lots of Uncles teaching him about life.

Uncle John was Mother's oldest and best friend on Atlantis, which is why he was partly named John. She'd told him many times of their first meeting (one day he wanted to see and ride one of those 'ferris wheels') and the scary days that followed: The early waking of the Wraith, the necklace that brought the Wraith to Atlantis, the fear it caused as people assumed that the Athosians were traitors.

But Uncle John also told him stories of what his Mother had brought to Atlantis: the stick techniques that made the fighting people more dangerous, the knowledge of many worlds, the calm negotiating skills that helped Atlantis build many allies. Uncle John told him stories of some of their experiences on other worlds, stories he knew, without being told, that he should not talk about with his Mother.

Uncle John taught him a lot about the Earther ways. He explained about Football and showed him games on video so he could see how it worked. He talked about flying Earther 'jumpers, only they were called "Helos" and didn't have things like cloaks. He talked about Golf and taught him how to swing the stick, the "club", though he didn't understand the point of sending the little balls into the water. Uncle John explained how they should really be trying to get the ball into a little cup in the ground, and showed him a video game, but it all seemed silly. Anyway, he preferred the video game where you shot monsters in the military base on Mars. (Uncle Rodney said Mars was near Earth.)

----

Sometimes Uncle Rodney seemed able to talk without inhaling air. Nobody else on Atlantis seemed to talk as much, and sometimes he seemed to talk as much as everyone else in a room combined.

Uncle Rodney was an Earther like Uncle John, but from a different part of the planet. Some of the things they did were the same (they wrote the same language, they liked similar foods) but some were different. Once Uncle Rodney overheard Uncle John talking about Football and started yelling about a different kind of Football. Then Uncle Rodney started yelling about Hockey.

Hockey, it seemed, was a game where people wore shoes with metal on the bottom, which helped them slide around on ice as they held wooden sticks to chase around a disc. He couldn't understand why one needed special shoes to slide around on ice, since he could slide around on ice just fine with his regular shoes.

Uncle Rodney didn't stay with him often, but when he did he was always showing him how to do various number puzzles. He didn't completely understand the words, but saw the joy in Uncle Rodney's eyes as he bragged to Mother, "Look at your kid! Only nine and he understands basic calculus and physics!"

----

Uncle Ronon taught him all the games that they played on Sateda when he was a boy. His Mother said some of them were the same as the ones she'd played on Athos. He especially liked Risshala, which was played with a bunch of cloth bean-filled round bags. (Uncle Rodney had taken one look at one and sniffed, and derisively called them "hackysacks". Uncle John said this meant that Uncle Rodney was being an idiot, but then again, Uncle John said that a lot about Uncle Rodney.)

If there was a polar opposite of Uncle Rodney it was Uncle Ronon. Sometimes a day spent with him meant no more than a dozen words being spoken. It didn't matter, because sometimes Uncle Ronon spoke through touch. For someone who was probably the toughest person on Atlantis (after his Mother, of course), Uncle Ronon never thought twice about hugging him, sometimes for what seemed like no reason at all.

His Uncle taught him about knives, and how to sneak up on your enemy. He taught about survival, things he had learned during his scary times as a Runner. He also taught the meaning of unconditional love, and keeping what you have dear to you for as long as you can.

Everyone thought Uncle Ronon was so mean and tough. He knew there was so much more.

----

Mother said that Uncle Richard had made it clear very early that he did not like young children. Mother loved to tell and re-tell the story about how one day, when he was about four, he was having dinner with Mother and Uncles John, Rodney and Ronon, and Uncle Richard came over to talk to them about something. Uncle Richard would, she said, keep looking back to him, surprised that he was sitting and eating not just quietly, but fairly neatly. And when he politely asked, "Excuse me, please pass the pepper," and then said "Thank you, Mother" when he got it, Uncle Richard had to grab a chair and sit. (Mother always got a gleam in her eye when she would point out that he was obviously not used to proper behaviour from young children, and if that was the way Earthers raised their children, no wonder he didn't like them!)

After that Uncle Richard would sometimes invite him to visit with him for a while. He learned about some of the Earther music, what was called "Classical" and was very different from the "Johnny Cash" Uncle John liked to listen to. He actually liked the Classical Earther music better. It was all instruments and some sounded much like some of the Athosian music his Mother had played for him. He would sit quietly and listen, or sometimes draw or color, the music helping shape the forms on the papers.

Sometimes Uncle Richard would invite him to dinner, and would sometimes tell him of the Earther rituals for eating and visiting with important people. He was proud of how impressed his Uncle seemed to be at his learning, and Uncle Richard told him this would come in use when he would go to visit Earth. Uncle Richard suspected the Earth people might want to meet him one day, and said, "You actually are the first true Atlantis resident in a long, long time."

----
Uncle Evan had been helping take care of him since he was very young. He said he missed his sister's children greatly, and, he had told his Mother, helping take care of a young one helped miss them less.

At first it was a night here or there, giving his Mother and Father some time to themselves. But then came the Epidemic - what was left of the Athosians all contracted some virus that took out thirty percent of them, despite Auntie Jennifer and Uncle Carson's best efforts. No Athosian held a grudge; it was widely agreed that without the Atlantis Doctors' efforts, far more would have died. However, his Father had been one of the unlucky.

After that Uncle Evan seemed to be with him more often. Some of his earliest memories are of his Mother picking him up from Uncle Evan's office, where he sat coloring on scraps while Uncle Evan dug through "stupid blanking paperwork." Sometimes he would spend the whole morning there while his Mother taught classes. Sometimes he would spend a couple of days with Uncle Evan while his Mother went off-world with his other Uncles. Sometimes, far less frequently, he was left with Auntie Jennifer while Uncle Evan went off to help Mother and the others. Uncle Evan would roll his eyes and say, "Oh, your Uncle John, this always happen to him!" and promise they'd all be back before he knew it. And sometimes it would be a little bit of time, and sometimes it would be a couple of days, but they always came back.

Uncle Evan taught him about guns and being safe with them, and paints and other art things. He would be much older before he realized some of the lessons he got from Uncle Evan: What was funny and what was not, and how to tell the difference; when to say something and when to stay silent; what to say and what not to say and, sometimes, how to say one thing that means another.

The most important thing Uncle Evan taught him was that it was possible for his Mother to be happy. While he still honored and respected his Father, his death had been many years now. He was happy that Mother and Uncle Evan decided to make their bond permanent, as he knew both of them deserved joy in their lives.

He had consulted with his other Uncles. They told him that there were other names, just like he could use "Mom" for Mother. He spent time thinking carefully about their words.

He would always remember and treasure the look in his Uncle Evan's eyes the first time he called him, "Dad."

----
End Note: I planned to pair up Teyla with one of them from the start, but went back and forth for a couple of hours about who to do it with. I suppose I could to remixes of this to pair her off with each of them. Or maybe I should have done all? heh! (Don't hold your breath, though, my ficcy to-do list is longer than I'd like to remember.)

Last BSG (Blood on the Scales) SPOILERS

2009-02-10T03:11:49Z

At the end, when they're tied to the chairs, about to be executed, and they look at each other, all I could think was, "I've always loved you."

WTF -- BSG 04x12 (a disquiet follows my soul (total SPOILage)

2009-01-25T21:07:20Z

when the hell did Hotdog jump Cally? did they hint up to this before, and I missed it?

there's something in the page for the episode on battlestarwiki.org that notes that he complains of (probably) contracting a sexually-based disease/condition, but that that takes place *after* Cally is knocked up.

also adama's pain is scary - though the wiki page says officially "it doesn't mean anything more serious". I kept waiting for the guy to keel over.

two big wins in the ep: "maybe you'd like a chart" - Tigh ragging on Galen's problems keeping which side he's on when, and Bill & Laura -- FINALLY, sheesh

EDIT: This article has Moore saying, "yeah, we just kinda reconned it."

*SIGH*

PORN BATTLE!

2009-01-23T23:00:59Z

It's Porn Battle time again! Prompts are being collected until 6pm GMT tomorrow (Saturday), then the pornage begins!

There are already 16 comment-filled pages full of prompts, ranging from The Usual Boring Pairings to some rare pairings and rare-er fandoms.

Things that are cracking me up so far, looking at the prompts --

A *disturbing* number of RPF for US politics, especially centered around the Obamas and the Bidens.

A bunch of "anthropomorphic" prompts. One person put "Dr. Pepper" in a prompt like this. All I could think was, "Hi, I'm bubbly and taste nasty!"

The people who post ONE pairing in ONE fandom, and it's a cliche pairing for said fandom, and then about 50 word-prompts for said pairing. (Because, you know, there's just such so tough finding porn for SGA john/rodney or SPN Wincest. But I'm not bitter. :-P)

Of all the prompts I put up, I really want to see this: "Doctor Who, Donna/Nine, tolerate". I may have to do it myself, as I have this burning urge to hear Nine yelling at Donna, "HOW THE #%*()_ DOES HE PUT UP WITH YOU?!?!"

Ladies Night (Stargates / Firefly) gen

2009-01-20T17:26:32Z

Written for: tielan for fandom_stocking, a comm where folks were encouraged to create short things for holiday presents
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, Firefly
Also: Gen. Rather cliched. But she'd said: "I tend to prefer the female characters of any show. Really specifically, my favourites are Teyla Emmagan of Atlantis, Sam Carter of SG1, Inara Serra from Firefly, [...]" and my brain immediately coughed this up.

It could have been any bar in any city on Earth, except that the fruit-based drinks didn't have little umbrellas in them and the animal head over the doorway had more rows of teeth than any beast on earth save, maybe, a shark. Oh, and Earth was another galaxy over.

But otherwise it looked like your standard drinking establishment - long wooden bar that ran most of the length of one wall, and solid tables and chairs filled up most of the floor. Tonight, most every seat at the tables and the bar were filled, and the room was wall to wall women, including the three bartenders. This was the Third Moon Night, Harvah Shanonan, which roughly translated to Ladies Night.

Another look at the head above the door made her shudder at the idea of meeting all those teeth on solid ground, but then the idea of a literal land-shark reminded her of the old Saturday Night Live skit, and she let slip a giggle.

"Everything ok, Sam?" Vala asked, with a concerned look.

"Candygram!" Sam replied and quickly took another drink, lest she start giggling flat out. She should slow down, these drinks were potent. She thought about the guys, holed up at the inn, not allowed outside on this special, segregated evening. She thought about how well the folks from her old team were mixing with her new command. She thought she needed another drink.

"Colonel Carter," Teyla said, with her typical formality, "May I say that you seem... preoccupied? Perhaps you should relax a bit. Do your people not have a long established relationship with this world?"

"You're absolutely right, Teyla," Sam said, "and, for crying out loud, call me Sam, will you?" She stood up, a bit wobbly, and grabbed her cup, stating, "I'm going for another. Any of you want more?"

"Perhaps you would let me? Sam?" Teyla gently removed the cup from Sam's hand as Vala wobbled her back into a chair. Teyla grabbed the other two cups and headed to the bar.

"I'm very sorry, I'm not making any appointments right now," said a beautiful woman to the woman next to her. "If you leave a message with my regular contact I will get back to you as soon as possible."

The second woman was apparently not taking no for an answer, and Teyla could see the frustration mounting in the first woman's deep, dark eyes. As a bartender came over, she asked for the refills, and then was struck with inspiration. "It IS you," she cried, placing a hand on the beautiful woman's arm, gently touching the soft flowing fabric that seemed to surround and add to the beauty. "I'm so glad you could make it! Would you come join the rest of us?"

"But of course!" exclaimed the beautiful woman, relief obvious in her eyes, "I had hoped we would meet tonight. Would you please excuse us?" she said the latter to the pestering woman, now flabbergasted at being abandonded, and then followed Teyla back to the table.

"Please, sit, join us," Teyla said, pulling a chair out for the newcomer. "I hope you do not mind, Sam, Vala, but she seemed to need some rescuing."

"Yes, thank you. I normally prefer female clients but - oh! that woman was so pushy! I don't like doing business when I'm trying to relax."

"Well, you're more than welcome to join us, more the merrier, they say, right? I am Vala, and this is Sam, and you have already met Teyla."

"Thank you again for the rescue, Teyla, and thank you for welcoming me. My name is-"

"INARA, there you are!" The newcomer was wearing some kind of jumpsuit, looking a little less refined than her friend, but the smile on her face seemed to light up the room. "I'm so sorry I'm late," she continued, waving her own drink about, "I just had to finish adjusting that condensor coil. You know how fussy the engines can be."

"It's ok, Kaylee." Inara got her friend settled and introductions were made again.

A companionable silence sat over them for a moment as they sipped their drinks, which was bound not to last long.

"So! Are you two from this place?" Vala asked with the drink adding to her usual cheer.

"No, no, we're just here for business," Inara replied.

"Like you were talking about up at the bar?" Sam blurted out loud. Ooops. She really did need to slow down on the drinks.

Inara, however, was not offended. "That's not the primary business of our ship, but I do what I can around the ... Captain's schedule." The last came out with a wry look.

"Captain's as like as not to get a bug up his butt about needing to rush off here or there," Kaylee said solemnly, though by now she was wobbling in her chair, too. "He doesn't respect you enough, Inara. Men!"

Teyla's eyebrow raised above her hairline. "Do they not have their purposes?"

The women sat quietly for a brief moment, then all burst out laughing.

"As if they ever really listen to us," Vala groused.

"Oh, they listen," Teyla countered, "They just don't pay attention. It goes in their ears but falls right back out again."

Kaylee's eyes weren't completely tracking Teyla's face, and she was somehow managing to weave in her seat. "You mean, you mean... you mean, like, 'In one ear and out the other,' yeah?" She took another swallow from her cup. "They have their purpose all right. When they're not trying to crash the ship you just put back together."

"Or doing something that means we have to leave before half your appointments are kept."

"Or touching things they should not."

"Or constantly losing their pants."

Sam thought about men - the ones she had commanded, the ones who had commanded her, the ones who had tried to control her life, the ones who had tried to insist she live in a white picket fence ideal, the ones who had -

She raised her cup and loudly announced, "To men! To them not being here, and to a night just for us!"

"Hear, hear!" "Amen!" "Hell, yeah!" "Indeed."

Without asking, Vala scooped up their empty mugs and weaved and wobbled her way back up to the bar.

In the morning, the men would not be so forgiving of their hangovers, but for tonight, it was Harvah Shonanan.

(Another) Snippet of Something (DS9 / another show)

2009-01-20T17:11:53Z

Written for mareel for fandom_stocking a comm where folks were encouraged to create short things for holiday presents
Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space 9 / another SF show that I might have been too subtle about :-)
Also: Gen, and I haven't seen DS9 in so long I was afraid this wasn't going to work at all

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"I'm not so sure we should be trusting them. We have no way to corroborate their story."

"You don't trust anyone," Kira reminded him, a smile hiding in her eyes. "Captain Sisko feels they're being honest. And, really, do you think that rustbucket of a ship could do us any damage?"

Odo grunted. "You're probably right. Unless it explodes and takes out the upper pylon docking bays."

"Always so full of cheer and good humour." She couldn't help reaching out and giving his hand a squeeze. Maybe I should go see how they're getting along with their repairs. Chief O'Brien seems to be torn between wanting to overhaul their engine and trying to figure out how to replicate the weird parts their engineer keeps insisting she needs."

"All right. By the way, Nerys, are we still on for dinner later?"

The smile she gave him lit up the room. "I wouldn't miss it."

On her way to the pylon where the strangers had docked their ship, she stopped to get a raktajino, thinking she would need the jolt to deal with this mess. She spotted Julian in deep conversation with the doctor from the new ship. Weird one, him. He was as cultured as their own doctor, at least, but was living in the rough among even rougher people.

She wasn't as trusting as Captain Sisko, but neither was she as untrusting as Odo. She thought she had a good feel for people, and the new ship's Captain had her going both ways. On the one hand, she'd been in Sisko's office when the two Captains were talking, as was his second in command, a woman at least as tough as herself. It was very clear they really were from somewhere, if not somewhen else. The new folk had been unaware of the Dominion war, but had made it clear that they were veterans of another war. They had summed it up as having been underdogs that had lost. Officially. Something about that made her grin. She knew all about being the
underdog.

On the other hand, they were clearly hiding something, and that thought made her nervous.

[this one I'd really like to flesh out more someday. I'll just put that in my mile-long todo file ... :)]

Snippet of Something (Babylon 5/Doctor Who)

2009-01-20T17:05:40Z

Written for: leyenn for fandom_stocking, a comm where folks were encouraged to create short things for holiday presents
Fandoms: Babylon 5 / Doctor Who
Summary: The Doctor, Jack & Martha run into Talia Winters. Totally gen.

Oh, WOW! I think I know where we are!" and once again, the Doctor was off and bounding down the hall, in his long-legged lopes. "I hope this is the fifth one, or we're in for a bumpy ride!" he called back to them.

Jack and Martha shared the same look - and at least one of them groused, "Oi, not again!" - then they went after him.

Soon they were walking out of a transport unit and into a wide open area filled with shops and eateries. A giant lit sign overhead spelled ZOCALO, and Martha wondered if that meant something more besides "marketplace." Like, "Beware of Winged Beasties" or "Humans Shouldn't Eat The Blue Eggs." You never knew in the places the Tardis sometimes took you to.

"OOOH, SPOO!" the Doctor cried, running over to a vendor, "I haven't had this in ages!"

"Spooge?" Jack asked, looking confused.

Martha would swear on bibles that the Doctor rolled his eyes. "No, Jack, Spoo! It's wonderful! And so cheap! Only 10 credits an ounce!"

"Since when do you worry about money, Doctor!" Martha demanded.

"Oh, that's not the point, not the point at all!" the Doctor said, and wandered further off.

He came to a dead stop at a table with three people: An insectoidish being, a short, brutish man, and a beautiful blonde woman. The woman was holding her head, as though something was causing a headache, as the brutish man and the insectoid argued about something.

"Enough!" the woman shouted, and they all jumped, even the Doctor, who was putting on his glasses to peer more closely at the seated trio. "He," pointing at the insectoid, "is not being truthful. He has far less than the amount of product he's claiming to have, and he's hoping that by getting you to pay up front he can buy the rest and get it to you on time. But," she continued as the brutish man's face began turning interesting colors, red the least of them, "the trade restrictions may not allow that to happen."

"But-" the electronic voicebox squalked, as the brutish man stood up so fast his chair tipped over. "I knew there was something wrong with this deal. Thank you, miss, you were worth your price." With that he turned and quickly left.

The insectiod stood up, but before leaving emitted some sort of buzzing or trilling sounds, then, head in the air, stalked away.

"Oh, well, then, that wasn't very nice, now was it," the Doctor declared.

"He got what he deserved," the blonde woman replied. "But if not for people like him, I might not stay in business."

"No, no, I meant what he said - well, nevermind. Hi, I'm the Doctor, and this is Jack and Martha" he indicated the other two, who were staring around the area like tourists.

"Nice to meet you. Talia Winters, licensed telepath."

"Telepath!" the doctor cried, "How exciting!"

She gave him a lopsided smile. "If you say so. Is there something I can do for you, Doctor...?"

"No, no, we're just looking around, playing tourist, Jack, do not even THINK about talking to that being - Say, this is the fifth station, right? I mean, what with all the others, well you know."

"The others?," Martha asked, "What of the others?"

"Yes, of course the fifth. All of the previous Babylon stations were mysteriously destroyed. But most people know that. Where did you say you were from again?"

"Oh, don't mind us," the Doctor told her, "Just travellers, we'll be moving on now, so nice to meet you!"

As he gathered his companions and walked away, he missed the look Talia gave their backs. Sometimes curiousity got the better of ethics and -- 51st century? Time Lord? Great. She should probably warn Susan or Garibaldi that there were three nutcases wandering around the Zocalo.

I've been nominated for crack.

2009-01-17T12:57:42Z

The short horrific fic Hammer Time, that I wrote for the last Porn Battle, has been nominated for a horrible_awards in the Fluff/Comedy category.

my brain hurts

icons, vegas, and other wtf.

2009-01-11T02:38:13Z

No spoiler review of SGA's 2nd to last episode, Vegas: WTF. They had the chance to do something fresh and original, and instead it was cliche, overdone, rehash of existing crap. Shame on them.

Also, I wrote (and got fic!) for fandom_stocking; I'll link to what was made for me as well as reposting what I wrote (yes, I *wrote*, woot) shortly.

And now for a moment of sheep-ness:

ICONS MEME

default	oldest	newest


saddest	happiest	angriest


cutest	sexiest	funniest


fave ship	fave fandom	fave animated


best quote	best textless	best stolen idea


use the most	favorite

HOW MANY ICONS DO YOU HAVE:43
OUT OF HOW MANY AVAILABLE ICONS SPACES:115
IF YOU COULD BUY SPACE FOR MORE, WOULD YOU:doubt it
DO YOUR ICONS MAKE A STATEMENT: yes, that i'm insane
WHAT FANDOM DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: Gateverses (12)
AND THE SECOND MOST: BSGs, followed by Firefly then Nevermind the Buzzcocks
WHAT SHIP DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: none repeat
ARE YOUR ICONS MADE MOSTLY BY OTHER PEOPLE:yep
DO YOU MAKE ICONS: not really
ARE THEY ANY GOOD: no. because the ones i hack together suck :).
ANIMATED ICONS ARE: wonderful when well done, which they rarely are.

DO THE MEME.
Coding can be found here

Sometimes picking these was easy, sometimes insanely difficult. I'm not 100% sure which icon is really the oldest, or which I really use most. I suspect I have 3-4 I use more often than others, and some I rarely find use for, despite my love for 'em.

Lastly, I'd just like to state: I'm sick of winter. Thank you.

Stargate Worlds is not gonna happen

2009-01-05T23:03:49Z

Someone I know in the so-called "real-world" worked for Cheyenne Mountain Entertainment, the people allegedly making Stargate Worlds, the Stargate MMORPG. The notice came out today that the company is shutting it's doors in 2 weeks.

S/He'd been circumspect for some time about who s/he worked for, but over the past few months it was clear from the comments that the company was falling apart. Commonly heard from this person was: "I didn't get paid again" or "I got $NN, that's 1/3 of what they owed me just for this week, forget about the stuff they owe me from X previous weeks."

So if you had your hopes up for Stargate Worlds, forget it. It's toast.