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what, is this national itchy nipple day?
or, in other words: a tag for McKay and Mrs Miller! I know: I'm impressive. And spoilery. And going to be so very, very tired tomorrow morning.
Vaguely slashy, spoileriffic, goofy. Short.
Five True Things About Meredith Rodney "Rod" McKay:
1. They don't call him "Rod." Nobody calls him "Rod," nobody has ever called him Rod. People call him McKay, or Meredith, or sometimes even Merry, if they're out of arm's reach and he doesn't have any heavy objects handy. He's been trying to get people to call him "Rod" since the fourth grade; it sounds like the sort of name a cool guy would have.
2. The jacket's not his, either. He stole it (and the hair gel, and the tight t-shirt) from John's room, the last time he was there. If he was going to go to another universe, he was going to make an impression.
3. He did win the straw-draw; he also cheated. Not because he wanted to go to another universe, but because he didn't want to be the one left behind, waiting, if this all went to shit.
4. In his universe, John Sheppard joined MENSA in order to have something to do, down there on the ice. He stopped going to meetings in Atlantis, once it became clear that a) he had more than enough to keep him busy, b) he saw way too much of Rodney already, and c) there was no way for him to discuss number theory without wanting to punch Kavanagh in the face. His dues still get paid, though, in the bizarre little barter-system that's sprung up on Atlantis (half a bar of chocolate; equivalencies are decided by committee).
5. He hates golf. Hates it with a fucking passion, hates it so much that he sometimes dreams of the planet where the crazy aliens are only on a crusade against the Stupidest Sport Ever. He's totally willing to build them a nuke, if they want it. It's too straightforward—he likes his sports to have interaction, competition, variables beyond experimental control. He understands the principles, though, and when you're as smart as he is, that's more than enough, so he helps Sheppard perfect his swing and never complains about the early mornings.
Hello, my name is She Who Is Smooshy (And Who Will Be So Fucked Out Tomorrow As To Defy All Belief. Ack.).
Vaguely slashy, spoileriffic, goofy. Short.
Five True Things About Meredith Rodney "Rod" McKay:
1. They don't call him "Rod." Nobody calls him "Rod," nobody has ever called him Rod. People call him McKay, or Meredith, or sometimes even Merry, if they're out of arm's reach and he doesn't have any heavy objects handy. He's been trying to get people to call him "Rod" since the fourth grade; it sounds like the sort of name a cool guy would have.
2. The jacket's not his, either. He stole it (and the hair gel, and the tight t-shirt) from John's room, the last time he was there. If he was going to go to another universe, he was going to make an impression.
3. He did win the straw-draw; he also cheated. Not because he wanted to go to another universe, but because he didn't want to be the one left behind, waiting, if this all went to shit.
4. In his universe, John Sheppard joined MENSA in order to have something to do, down there on the ice. He stopped going to meetings in Atlantis, once it became clear that a) he had more than enough to keep him busy, b) he saw way too much of Rodney already, and c) there was no way for him to discuss number theory without wanting to punch Kavanagh in the face. His dues still get paid, though, in the bizarre little barter-system that's sprung up on Atlantis (half a bar of chocolate; equivalencies are decided by committee).
5. He hates golf. Hates it with a fucking passion, hates it so much that he sometimes dreams of the planet where the crazy aliens are only on a crusade against the Stupidest Sport Ever. He's totally willing to build them a nuke, if they want it. It's too straightforward—he likes his sports to have interaction, competition, variables beyond experimental control. He understands the principles, though, and when you're as smart as he is, that's more than enough, so he helps Sheppard perfect his swing and never complains about the early mornings.
Hello, my name is She Who Is Smooshy (And Who Will Be So Fucked Out Tomorrow As To Defy All Belief. Ack.).