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[nny]

Anyone want anything?

I'm sitting here doing nothing, so if you want anything...

I'll upload music, write drabbles, answer questions, hand out hugs, do small dances, tell you how utterly wonderful you are... whatever you want. Now's the time to ask.

I will say, though, it's wise to comment asap because I have a tendency towards forgetting about these things in a hideous and neglectful manner, so later comments may not get a response. ¬_¬



ETA: I've been reminded of icon drabbles I still owe, and those are coming, I promise. I got stalled (Withnail is a difficult bastard) but they are coming.

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[villainny.livejournal.com]

"No," Rodney was gesturing frantically, and John carefully moved the first bowl of microwave popcorn out of his reach. They didn't get supplies often enough to waste this. "No, no no no!"

"Don't take it so hard, Rodney." He could tell Rodney could hear he was grinning by the way little red spots had appeared high up on his cheeks, the way they always did when he was annoyed. John considered for a moment, then tossed a popcorn kernel into the air and caught it in his mouth in a way that was carefully judged to be the most aggravating possible mix of insouciance and smugness.

"It's a skill."

"How can it possibly be a skill?" Rodney snapped, opening the microwave and waving the small cloud of smoke away. "It involves one ingredient, one piece of equipment and only one variable so how in god's name can you be better at it?"

John shrugged, letting his smile widen just enough more that he didn't risk Rodney actually disappearing in a huff. It was a fine line he walked, but he'd worked at this.

"Perhaps the equipment's malfunctioning."

"It's a microwave, Rodney. How much malfunction can you get if things're coming out hot?"

"I don't - " Rodney's eyes suddenly brightened, his lopsided mouth falling open a little. "That's it! It's - it's mutating! Of course, that explains everything - why the Jumpers won't start on cold mornings, why I can never get that damned Ancient shower to quite the right temperature - our technology is affecting theirs and vice-versa. Naturally you'd be better at this; it likes you! You're virtually an Ancient, the way this city reacts. I'm a genius."

John leaned back against the wall, not allowing his laughter to go any further than his eyes.

"...This is gonna be like that time you accused me of having a wizarding chess set just 'cos I beat you, isn't it."

Rodney wasn't listening, too busy making notes on a piece of paper towel and babbling about what he had to tell Zelenka.

Some day. Some day he was gonna make Rodney sit down long enough to watch Back to the Future.

(But sometimes he thought, 'though he'd never admit it, that this was almost more fun to watch.)

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

*FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL!!*

I adore it. And that totally happened. (So RODNEY is where the idea that the technology works better for John 'cause it likes him came from. Hee. And isn't it convenient how good an excuse that provides for Rodney to yell at John to come down and tests things all the time? :D)

[chains-of-irony.livejournal.com]

GLEE!