Wow, braintwins, anyone?

[etben]

So, ok, as I mentioned in my last entry, riverlight and I are writing a crossover of due South and Stargate Atlantis. We've spent the past several days plotting on it, figuring out how it's going to go and tossing ideas back and forth, but tonight was the first time we sat down together and actually wrote something collaboratively.

And, ok, first of all, I just need to say that riverlight is a joy to work with and I'm so glad we're married. She's a rockstar and I love her to bits.

But, ok, seriously—she and I are honest-to-god braintwins, in the best of all possible ways. As proof, I offer for your perusal this

etben: It always seems to wind up this way: Fraser goes first, does something absolutely insane, something that's only legal because nobody'e been stupid enough to try it before, and Ray's stuck behind, following, hoping like hell that Fraser was right
He's never been wrong yet, and Ray should really be used to this sort of thing by now.
riverlight: oh, you beat me to it
i had:
And the hell of it is, of course, that he usually is; he goes jumping off buildings, or dangles from roofs
etben: Of course, since it's different each time, there's not really something to get used to
hm
yours, then mine?
riverlight: sure
etben: There's no way to brace for this kind of thing—no seatbelts, no airbags, no brakes
just him and Fraser, heading for trouble at full speed
riverlight: and all Ray can do is just brace, helpless, for the inevitable crash-landing
etben: (ooh, nice)
riverlight:But if he's gonna go jumping off buildings and out of planes (which he is, there's no way out of it, life with Fraser being what it is), at least Fraser's guaranteed to walk out of it fine
whatever it is
etben: Which, oddly enough, is kind of comforting
So Ray's on the balcony
and he can see that there's something going on down below, something blue and red and yellow, filling most of the alleyway
riverlight: (now are you writing in his voice or yours?)
etben: (his, i think)
riverlight: (ok)
etben: but the thing is, he doesn't have his glasses, see?
well, no, he can't
riverlight: (do you have somethign specific in mind for this red-blue-yellow thingamajig?)
etben: (parachute—the kind you play with at summer camps, you know?)
riverlight: DUDE
etben: (why, any ideas?)
riverlight: bRAINTWINS
OMg
etben: hahhahaha
WE WIN OMG
riverlight: WE DO
etben: so, ok, he can't see
but there's sure as hell something going on down there, because no way are blue, red, and yellow normal colors for a Chicago alley, especially not in January.



We report. You decide.

And, to my SGA people—I love you, still! and some day, I will write that story with Rodney in the hole, and the one with the civil war, and I've got the first half of what's maybe a pornlet sitting around here. I just—wow. This is insane, and marvelous, and so I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait for me to get it out of my system.

And, hey—if tomorrow's as insane as today was, I may be able to offer you cookies of Rodney McKay, Reluctant Canadian National Treasure.

love to all!