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Be your own man.
Right, so I finally dug this out. And it's still damned hilarious. Two nights in IRC where Ryss and I accidentally RP Sam and Jack. I swear, we never start *out* intending to....
I've kept a lot of the pertinent stuff, but probably missed some. For the record:
Lyssie=Sarya=Sam_Carter
Alryssa=Nightwing=JackO`Neill
The rest are... people. Who aren't us.
Nightwing> C4 Makes The World... Well, All Right, The Stargate... Go Round
* Acetal thought that was naquadah.
[Nightwing> It's *made* from naquadah. It doesn't make it go round.
* Foenix thought it was some guy pushing.
[Nightwing> Shhh. ;)
[Sarya> It's hamsters.
[Nique> A whole truck-load of the fellas. Our Nations bravest and finest hamsters.
* Sarya hrms. C4. The gift every commanding officer gives his second in command for christmas.
[kymscrazy> And if he doesn't, he damn well should.
[Sarya> Hey, it's the perfect gift. It doesn't scream "I like her!" It's very understated, and, hey, it'll probably come back to save his ass at a later date.
* Acetal hrms. Actually, it goes around because it's stuck in a sort of emergency manual mode because they don't have a DHD.
[Sarya> That, too.
[Nightwing> Lyss: Other than extra ammo?
[Acetal> And in return, the second in command gives their officer a strap.
[Acetal> That sounded way dirtier than it was meant to.
[[Sarya> Acey: But straps... Um, yes. Jack keeps breaking his straps. Uhuh.
[Sarya> And, really, she actually just gives him naquadah batteries for his GameBoy (now he can play off-world!)
[Nique> "Gee, Carter. These are great. What ever compeled you to create naquadah batteries?" "Um."
[Sarya> Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose, "Yeah, Sam..." "Shut up, Daniel, or I'm returning your socks."
[Sarya> "Aw, socks. Jack, you shouldn't have."
[Nightwing> Jack: (shifts uncomfortably) You like tartan, right?
[Sarya> "Indeed, O'Neill, I have heard Daniel Jackson speak quite highly of tartan."
[Nightwing> Jack: (isn't sure if Teal'c's really playing that straight) ...whatever.
[Sarya> "I'm going to go play with my C4." "Uh, Sam, there aren't any detonators." "Sir! You're cheap!"
[Nightwing> Jack: They don't pay me enough to not be cheap, damnit.
[Sarya> "*sigh* It's ok, sir."
[Nightwing> Jack: (coughs) Well, I... -might- have a few detonators spare... somewhere...
[Sarya> Carter *brightens*: Really, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (innocent look) I mean, you might just happen to stumble on them while, oh, I don't know... inspecting my desk for... (trails off for a moment) ... dust mites. (frowns slightly, then dismisses it)
[Sarya> Sam: ...dust mites. Under all the memos you never get, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: I think I got a memo about that once.
[Nightwing> Jack: (eyes Daniel) Don't you have an artefact to get kidnapped over, or something?
[Sarya> Daniel: So, Teal'c, about that artifact we needed to translate.
[Nightwing> Jack: (smug)
[Sarya> ...Dude, I was already typing that!
[Sarya> Teal'c: *inclines head, nods to Sam*
[Sarya> Sam: Night, guys. Drive safe!
[Nightwing> Jack: And if you can't drive safe, don't even think about mentioning me as an alibi.
[Sarya> Sam: Or me. I'm not calling Pete to get you off, either.
[Nightwing> Jack: (absently) I didn't know Daniel swung that way. (blinks) Or Teal'c...
[Nightwing> Jack: Is there something I need to know, Carter?
[Sarya> Sam: *smug* You learn somethin' new every day, huh, sir.
[Sarya> Sam: *wide eyes* I don't know what you're talking about.
[Nightwing> Jack: (frowns) Any other revelations I should be aware of, while we're, uh... 'at it'?
[Sarya> Sam: *eyebrow* 'It', sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (eyes her right back) Talking, Carter.
[Sarya> Sam: Right, sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: Right. (pauses, looks around) So...
[Sarya> Sam: Coffee, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (glances down at his almost empty beer bottle) It's too early to be sober.
[Sarya> Sam: *eyebrow raise again* Trying to get me drunk, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: I don't need to try, Carter.
[Sarya> Sam: *steps closer* No, I suppose you don't.
[Nightwing> Jack: (raises both eyebrows) *Are* you drunk, Major?
[Sarya> Sam: No, sir.
* Sarya is now known as Sam_Carter
[Nightwing> Jack: (almost mournfully) Neither am I. Just as well. I'm a lousy drunk.
* Sam_Carter sighs, "I'm sure you are, sir. Hrm. Think I'll go sit on the couch."
[Nightwing> Jack: Thanks for the vote of confidence. Uh... Carter? That's not sitting. That's more like... (tilts his head slightly) falling face-first.
[Sam_Carter> Shut up, sir. *curls up and yawns*
[Nightwing> Jack: (mutters) Spoilsport.
[Nightwing> Jack: (flops into the recliner next to the sofa)
[Sam_Carter> Sir, did I ever tell you about my theory regarding Marge's hair?
[Nightwing> Jack: (turns his head, brow furrowing slightly as he tries to recall) Is that the one that involves thirteen bottles of toilet duck and a mediaeval torture device?
[Sam_Carter> No. *yawn* That was Daniel and Apophis.
[Nightwing> Jack: Did he really drink all of it?
[Sam_Carter> D'no.
[Nightwing> Jack: I wondered why the urinals in the men's room were clean for a month.
[Sam_Carter> Mmm. Cold. Got a blanket, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (absently) There's always me.
[Nightwing> Jack: Did I just say that out loud?
[Sam_Carter> *raises head* Yes. The couch isn't big enough.
[Nightwing> Jack: If you repeat that to anyone else, I'll have to kill you, you understand.
[Sam_Carter> *dryly* Yes, because I'm just *dying* to tell people my commanding officer wants me to use him as a blanket.
[Nightwing> Jack: Well... you never know what you might divulge under the influence of... (gestures vaguely with his hand) some alien... thing.
[Sam_Carter> I'll let you know if I feel like a za'tarc in the morning.
[Nightwing> Jack: I'll be sure to let you know if you look like one as well...
* Sam_Carter chuckles softly. "Good plan, sir. Now, about that blanket..."
[Nightwing> Jack: I'm fairly sure I have one. Upstairs. On the bed. Somewhere.
[Sam_Carter> *sighs* This means I have to get up, doesn't it.
[Nightwing> Jack: I expect so.
* Sam_Carter drags herself to her feet. "Lead the way, sir. Or are you staying down here?"
[Nightwing> Jack: (innocently) Well, I wouldn't want you to get lost, or... anything.
[Sam_Carter> Good point. I could, y'know, pass out on the stairs, or something.
* Nightwing makes the supreme effort to get out of the chair, and wanders towards the stairs.
* Sam_Carter follows, stopping to make sure the front door got locked.
* Nightwing (nightwing@user-0cdvake.cable.mindspring.com) Quit (Ping timeout)
* Sam_Carter hits ping upside the head.
[Sam_Carter> Damnit! I can't even sleep --innocently-- with my CO!
* Sam_Carter slumps down on the stairs and sighs.
* kymscrazy gives Sam some brownies.
[Sam_Carter> Thanks.
-
[Nightwing> Lyss: Sorry about vanishing earlier this morning - the power flickered out for the third time that night and by then I was too tired/pissed off to get back online.
[Lyssie> Ryss: 's all right. Sam's pissy, but I don't mind.
[Nightwing> Jack: (standing at the bottom of the stairs) Are you a horse, Carter?
[Lyssie> Sam: Dunno. Let me kick you in the head and see if I leave a hoofprint.
[Nightwing> Jack: You're so drunk. If not, you better pretend to have a damn good hangover in the morning.
[Lyssie> Sam: *stalking up the stairs and shoving past Jack* I am going to bed. You can face any hangover I have in the morning.
[Nightwing> Jack: (blinks) ...was it something I said?
[Lyssie> Sam: I don't know. *rubs hand over face* You promised me a warm bed, sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: I seem to recall a bed, but I don't know if it's warm.
[Nightwing> Jack: Should I go check?
[Lyssie> Sam: ....No, sir. Given that it's fairly warm, the bed is probably not completely cold. I'm sure I could tell you the odds of it being warm. For instance, if Daniel were still here...
[Nightwing> Jack: (makes a face) Let's...not talk about Daniel, OK?
[Lyssie> Sam: Sir, if we're still talking about this in thirty seconds, I'm going to go in there and leave you out here.
[Nightwing> Jack: (blank look) I wasn't aware you wanted company.
[Lyssie> Sam: ... oh.
[Nightwing> Jack: (coughs) Not that... I'd... mind... or anything.
[Lyssie> Sam: Ah. Well, the sheets are probably cold, and... I wouldn't mind...
[Nightwing> Jack: Right. (awkward pause, the gestures upstairs) Ladies first..?
[Lyssie> Sam: Right. Bed. *mumbles* Sleep. Sleep is good.
[Nightwing> Jack: Something like that...
[Lyssie> Sam: Right side or left side, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (thinks very hard about this for a minute) ...Left.
[Lyssie> (hrm. Y'gotta wonder. Do either of them kick when they sleep?)
[Lyssie> Sam: Right. *sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off her shoes*
[Nightwing> Jack: (pauses in the doorway) Should I.... y'know. Turn around, or something?
[Lyssie> Sam: Don't bother. *pulls back covers and crawls in*
[Nightwing> Lyss: Only when one tickles? :P
[Nightwing> Jack: Suit yourself. (sits heavily on the bed, tugs off a shoe and promptly falls backwards on the bed)
[Lyssie> Sam: *rolls slightly, eyes fallen CO* A little tired, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (looks accusingly at the shoe still in his hand, then tosses it across the room. Something breaks)
[Lyssie> *eyes room* Y'know, you could just tell us to get our own room....
[kymscrazy> We're perverted voyuers, keep going. :)
* Nightwing snickers.
[kymscrazy> Well, I am. Can't speak for everyone else.
[Nightwing> Never stopped you before. *runs*
[kymscrazy> Sure it has. You were just never around when it happened. *g*
[Lyssie> *snicker*
[Lyssie> ok, then.
[Nightwing> Jack: (mutters, then rolls to a sitting position again, yanks off the other shoe, thinks about taking off his socks but decides against it, then falls back onto the bed)
[Lyssie> Sam: *snakes hand out and pokes an arm* Getting under the covers, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (cracks open an eyelid, mumbles incoherently, then tries to yank the covers out from underneath himself with minimal success) Oh, for cryin' out loud...
[Nightwing> Jack: (pulls the cover again, rolls and falls off the bed)
[Lyssie> Sam: *giggles*
[Lyssie> Sam: *rolls, and looks down at the floor* Having difficulty, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (moans) I meant to do that.
[Lyssie> Sam: Uh. Huh.
[Nightwing> Jack: (looks up at her) Not a word, Carter.
[Lyssie> Sam: No words at all, sir. None. Really.
[Nightwing> Could any other non-couple make such a big deal out of just getting into a bed?
* `Falstaff snickers. No.
[kymscrazy> Nope.
[Nightwing> Jack: (scowls briefly, then gets back on his feet long enough to crawl into the bed, and yanks the blanket over his head)
[kymscrazy> Except maybe....no, not even them.
Lyssie> Sam: *sighs and curls up* Night, sir.
[kymscrazy> Ooh, wait. Ivanova and Marcus.
[Nightwing> Jack: MmmfCrtr.
[Nightwing> I don't think Jack could get out of the habit of calling her Carter even if they got married. :P
[Lyssie> Sam: *starts giggling again, drags pillow over head*
[Lyssie> So. True.
[Lyssie> Timey has this theory about how he'd even try to call her Sam, and so he'd stick a rubberband on his wrist and snap it. And he'd have lots of snapping.
[Lyssie> 'Cause SHE would totally call him 'Jack' no trouble.
[Nightwing> Jack: (turns slightly, a sleepy frown in place) Are you *laughing*, Carter?
[Lyssie> Sam: No *giggles* Sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: Do you -want- something to laugh about?
[Lyssie> Sam: Depends.
[Nightwing> Jack: On?
[Lyssie> Sam: *yawn* On sleeping.
[Nightwing> Jack: If you'd stop laughing for five minutes you might get around to it.
* StacyX is beginning to think that every artist at Marvel has drawn Nick at one time
[Lyssie> Sam: Yes, sir. *shifts, wriggles, wriggles some more, drops her bra off the side of the bed*
[Nightwing> Jack: (pulls his pillow out from under his head, and half-heartedly brings his arm around to smack Carter's legs with it)
[Lyssie> Sam: Hey!
[Nightwing> Jack: (grins to himself)
[Nightwing> Jack: That's for keeping me awake.
[Lyssie> Sam: *grabs her own pillow and whaps back*
[Nightwing> Jack: Oof... is that how it is? (sits up, lifts the pillow and smacks Carter again)
[Lyssie> Sam: *You're* the one who fell off the bed.
[Nightwing> Jack: Details, details...
[Lyssie> Sam: *puts pillow under her own head* Good. Night. Sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: Party pooper. (retrieves his pillow, and stuffs it back under his head, then yanks the blanket)
[Lyssie> Sam: *firmly retrieves some of the blankets*
[Jim_Smith> You know, if those two would spend a full hour of the show doin' it, all of this could be avoided.
[Lyssie> Locked in a room for a week with a bottle of tequila.
[kymscrazy> Not to mention the ratings would skyrocket.
[kymscrazy> "Dude, quick, turn it to WB. Macguyver is nailing that Hot Blonde Chick who blew up the planet!"
* Nightwing is now known as JackO`Neill
* Lyssie is now known as Sam_Carter
[JackO`Neill> Does that make it easier?
[JackO`Neill> Now that we've gotten that straightened out...
* JackO`Neill yanks the blanket back, and falls asleep. Snoring.
* Sam_Carter sighs, and tries to get to sleep.
[Sam_Carter> DEar god, if we ever have Moonlighting banter, shoot me.
* Jim_Smith cheerfully shoots Lyss
[Sam_Carter> *dies*
[kymscrazy> Dammit Jim, now Daniel will bring her back and she'll blow up *OUR* planet. :)
* Nightwing makes Sam Ascend.
[Sam_Carter> HEY!
[Sam_Carter> No ascending!
[Sam_Carter> I don't want to see Orlin again. He stalked me while I was alive. Imagine what'd it be like as an ascended being. *shudder*
[Nightwing> But now you get to kick Daniel's ass.
[Sam_Carter> *snort* Like I'd waste my time doing that. *considers* I wonder if the Colonel would notice me watching him in the shower...
[kymscrazy> He's pretty oblivious.
[Sam_Carter> Heh. *makes plans* And I can scare Cassie's boyfriends...
[Nightwing> "I am the Goddess of Hellfire! And I bring you... HOMEWORK!"
* Brucha (~mindset@24-148-67-123.na.21stcentury.net) has joined #subcafe
[Jim_Smith> Oh thank goodness...
* Jim_Smith wraps himself around Brucha.
[ShaiPeriHawk> Brucha: We've been scarring your boyfriend.
[Brucha> snerk..
* Brucha patpats Jim. :)
[Jim_Smith> Shai: Lyss has been scaring her boyfriend. You just want me to rub your legs.
[Brucha> Scarring or scareing?
[kymscrazy> Both.
[Sam_Carter> Gosh. *looks proud* Didn't know I had it in me.
* Nightwing beams. I'm Lyss's boyfriend?
[Nightwing> Sweet. :D
[Jim_Smith> Ryss: No, you're just a Dick.
[kymscrazy> I'm telling Babs
I've kept a lot of the pertinent stuff, but probably missed some. For the record:
Lyssie=Sarya=Sam_Carter
Alryssa=Nightwing=JackO`Neill
The rest are... people. Who aren't us.
Nightwing> C4 Makes The World... Well, All Right, The Stargate... Go Round
* Acetal thought that was naquadah.
[Nightwing> It's *made* from naquadah. It doesn't make it go round.
* Foenix thought it was some guy pushing.
[Nightwing> Shhh. ;)
[Sarya> It's hamsters.
[Nique> A whole truck-load of the fellas. Our Nations bravest and finest hamsters.
* Sarya hrms. C4. The gift every commanding officer gives his second in command for christmas.
[kymscrazy> And if he doesn't, he damn well should.
[Sarya> Hey, it's the perfect gift. It doesn't scream "I like her!" It's very understated, and, hey, it'll probably come back to save his ass at a later date.
* Acetal hrms. Actually, it goes around because it's stuck in a sort of emergency manual mode because they don't have a DHD.
[Sarya> That, too.
[Nightwing> Lyss: Other than extra ammo?
[Acetal> And in return, the second in command gives their officer a strap.
[Acetal> That sounded way dirtier than it was meant to.
[[Sarya> Acey: But straps... Um, yes. Jack keeps breaking his straps. Uhuh.
[Sarya> And, really, she actually just gives him naquadah batteries for his GameBoy (now he can play off-world!)
[Nique> "Gee, Carter. These are great. What ever compeled you to create naquadah batteries?" "Um."
[Sarya> Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose, "Yeah, Sam..." "Shut up, Daniel, or I'm returning your socks."
[Sarya> "Aw, socks. Jack, you shouldn't have."
[Nightwing> Jack: (shifts uncomfortably) You like tartan, right?
[Sarya> "Indeed, O'Neill, I have heard Daniel Jackson speak quite highly of tartan."
[Nightwing> Jack: (isn't sure if Teal'c's really playing that straight) ...whatever.
[Sarya> "I'm going to go play with my C4." "Uh, Sam, there aren't any detonators." "Sir! You're cheap!"
[Nightwing> Jack: They don't pay me enough to not be cheap, damnit.
[Sarya> "*sigh* It's ok, sir."
[Nightwing> Jack: (coughs) Well, I... -might- have a few detonators spare... somewhere...
[Sarya> Carter *brightens*: Really, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (innocent look) I mean, you might just happen to stumble on them while, oh, I don't know... inspecting my desk for... (trails off for a moment) ... dust mites. (frowns slightly, then dismisses it)
[Sarya> Sam: ...dust mites. Under all the memos you never get, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: I think I got a memo about that once.
[Nightwing> Jack: (eyes Daniel) Don't you have an artefact to get kidnapped over, or something?
[Sarya> Daniel: So, Teal'c, about that artifact we needed to translate.
[Nightwing> Jack: (smug)
[Sarya> ...Dude, I was already typing that!
[Sarya> Teal'c: *inclines head, nods to Sam*
[Sarya> Sam: Night, guys. Drive safe!
[Nightwing> Jack: And if you can't drive safe, don't even think about mentioning me as an alibi.
[Sarya> Sam: Or me. I'm not calling Pete to get you off, either.
[Nightwing> Jack: (absently) I didn't know Daniel swung that way. (blinks) Or Teal'c...
[Nightwing> Jack: Is there something I need to know, Carter?
[Sarya> Sam: *smug* You learn somethin' new every day, huh, sir.
[Sarya> Sam: *wide eyes* I don't know what you're talking about.
[Nightwing> Jack: (frowns) Any other revelations I should be aware of, while we're, uh... 'at it'?
[Sarya> Sam: *eyebrow* 'It', sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (eyes her right back) Talking, Carter.
[Sarya> Sam: Right, sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: Right. (pauses, looks around) So...
[Sarya> Sam: Coffee, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (glances down at his almost empty beer bottle) It's too early to be sober.
[Sarya> Sam: *eyebrow raise again* Trying to get me drunk, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: I don't need to try, Carter.
[Sarya> Sam: *steps closer* No, I suppose you don't.
[Nightwing> Jack: (raises both eyebrows) *Are* you drunk, Major?
[Sarya> Sam: No, sir.
* Sarya is now known as Sam_Carter
[Nightwing> Jack: (almost mournfully) Neither am I. Just as well. I'm a lousy drunk.
* Sam_Carter sighs, "I'm sure you are, sir. Hrm. Think I'll go sit on the couch."
[Nightwing> Jack: Thanks for the vote of confidence. Uh... Carter? That's not sitting. That's more like... (tilts his head slightly) falling face-first.
[Sam_Carter> Shut up, sir. *curls up and yawns*
[Nightwing> Jack: (mutters) Spoilsport.
[Nightwing> Jack: (flops into the recliner next to the sofa)
[Sam_Carter> Sir, did I ever tell you about my theory regarding Marge's hair?
[Nightwing> Jack: (turns his head, brow furrowing slightly as he tries to recall) Is that the one that involves thirteen bottles of toilet duck and a mediaeval torture device?
[Sam_Carter> No. *yawn* That was Daniel and Apophis.
[Nightwing> Jack: Did he really drink all of it?
[Sam_Carter> D'no.
[Nightwing> Jack: I wondered why the urinals in the men's room were clean for a month.
[Sam_Carter> Mmm. Cold. Got a blanket, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (absently) There's always me.
[Nightwing> Jack: Did I just say that out loud?
[Sam_Carter> *raises head* Yes. The couch isn't big enough.
[Nightwing> Jack: If you repeat that to anyone else, I'll have to kill you, you understand.
[Sam_Carter> *dryly* Yes, because I'm just *dying* to tell people my commanding officer wants me to use him as a blanket.
[Nightwing> Jack: Well... you never know what you might divulge under the influence of... (gestures vaguely with his hand) some alien... thing.
[Sam_Carter> I'll let you know if I feel like a za'tarc in the morning.
[Nightwing> Jack: I'll be sure to let you know if you look like one as well...
* Sam_Carter chuckles softly. "Good plan, sir. Now, about that blanket..."
[Nightwing> Jack: I'm fairly sure I have one. Upstairs. On the bed. Somewhere.
[Sam_Carter> *sighs* This means I have to get up, doesn't it.
[Nightwing> Jack: I expect so.
* Sam_Carter drags herself to her feet. "Lead the way, sir. Or are you staying down here?"
[Nightwing> Jack: (innocently) Well, I wouldn't want you to get lost, or... anything.
[Sam_Carter> Good point. I could, y'know, pass out on the stairs, or something.
* Nightwing makes the supreme effort to get out of the chair, and wanders towards the stairs.
* Sam_Carter follows, stopping to make sure the front door got locked.
* Nightwing (nightwing@user-0cdvake.cable.mindspring.com) Quit (Ping timeout)
* Sam_Carter hits ping upside the head.
[Sam_Carter> Damnit! I can't even sleep --innocently-- with my CO!
* Sam_Carter slumps down on the stairs and sighs.
* kymscrazy gives Sam some brownies.
[Sam_Carter> Thanks.
-
[Nightwing> Lyss: Sorry about vanishing earlier this morning - the power flickered out for the third time that night and by then I was too tired/pissed off to get back online.
[Lyssie> Ryss: 's all right. Sam's pissy, but I don't mind.
[Nightwing> Jack: (standing at the bottom of the stairs) Are you a horse, Carter?
[Lyssie> Sam: Dunno. Let me kick you in the head and see if I leave a hoofprint.
[Nightwing> Jack: You're so drunk. If not, you better pretend to have a damn good hangover in the morning.
[Lyssie> Sam: *stalking up the stairs and shoving past Jack* I am going to bed. You can face any hangover I have in the morning.
[Nightwing> Jack: (blinks) ...was it something I said?
[Lyssie> Sam: I don't know. *rubs hand over face* You promised me a warm bed, sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: I seem to recall a bed, but I don't know if it's warm.
[Nightwing> Jack: Should I go check?
[Lyssie> Sam: ....No, sir. Given that it's fairly warm, the bed is probably not completely cold. I'm sure I could tell you the odds of it being warm. For instance, if Daniel were still here...
[Nightwing> Jack: (makes a face) Let's...not talk about Daniel, OK?
[Lyssie> Sam: Sir, if we're still talking about this in thirty seconds, I'm going to go in there and leave you out here.
[Nightwing> Jack: (blank look) I wasn't aware you wanted company.
[Lyssie> Sam: ... oh.
[Nightwing> Jack: (coughs) Not that... I'd... mind... or anything.
[Lyssie> Sam: Ah. Well, the sheets are probably cold, and... I wouldn't mind...
[Nightwing> Jack: Right. (awkward pause, the gestures upstairs) Ladies first..?
[Lyssie> Sam: Right. Bed. *mumbles* Sleep. Sleep is good.
[Nightwing> Jack: Something like that...
[Lyssie> Sam: Right side or left side, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (thinks very hard about this for a minute) ...Left.
[Lyssie> (hrm. Y'gotta wonder. Do either of them kick when they sleep?)
[Lyssie> Sam: Right. *sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off her shoes*
[Nightwing> Jack: (pauses in the doorway) Should I.... y'know. Turn around, or something?
[Lyssie> Sam: Don't bother. *pulls back covers and crawls in*
[Nightwing> Lyss: Only when one tickles? :P
[Nightwing> Jack: Suit yourself. (sits heavily on the bed, tugs off a shoe and promptly falls backwards on the bed)
[Lyssie> Sam: *rolls slightly, eyes fallen CO* A little tired, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (looks accusingly at the shoe still in his hand, then tosses it across the room. Something breaks)
[Lyssie> *eyes room* Y'know, you could just tell us to get our own room....
[kymscrazy> We're perverted voyuers, keep going. :)
* Nightwing snickers.
[kymscrazy> Well, I am. Can't speak for everyone else.
[Nightwing> Never stopped you before. *runs*
[kymscrazy> Sure it has. You were just never around when it happened. *g*
[Lyssie> *snicker*
[Lyssie> ok, then.
[Nightwing> Jack: (mutters, then rolls to a sitting position again, yanks off the other shoe, thinks about taking off his socks but decides against it, then falls back onto the bed)
[Lyssie> Sam: *snakes hand out and pokes an arm* Getting under the covers, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (cracks open an eyelid, mumbles incoherently, then tries to yank the covers out from underneath himself with minimal success) Oh, for cryin' out loud...
[Nightwing> Jack: (pulls the cover again, rolls and falls off the bed)
[Lyssie> Sam: *giggles*
[Lyssie> Sam: *rolls, and looks down at the floor* Having difficulty, sir?
[Nightwing> Jack: (moans) I meant to do that.
[Lyssie> Sam: Uh. Huh.
[Nightwing> Jack: (looks up at her) Not a word, Carter.
[Lyssie> Sam: No words at all, sir. None. Really.
[Nightwing> Could any other non-couple make such a big deal out of just getting into a bed?
* `Falstaff snickers. No.
[kymscrazy> Nope.
[Nightwing> Jack: (scowls briefly, then gets back on his feet long enough to crawl into the bed, and yanks the blanket over his head)
[kymscrazy> Except maybe....no, not even them.
Lyssie> Sam: *sighs and curls up* Night, sir.
[kymscrazy> Ooh, wait. Ivanova and Marcus.
[Nightwing> Jack: MmmfCrtr.
[Nightwing> I don't think Jack could get out of the habit of calling her Carter even if they got married. :P
[Lyssie> Sam: *starts giggling again, drags pillow over head*
[Lyssie> So. True.
[Lyssie> Timey has this theory about how he'd even try to call her Sam, and so he'd stick a rubberband on his wrist and snap it. And he'd have lots of snapping.
[Lyssie> 'Cause SHE would totally call him 'Jack' no trouble.
[Nightwing> Jack: (turns slightly, a sleepy frown in place) Are you *laughing*, Carter?
[Lyssie> Sam: No *giggles* Sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: Do you -want- something to laugh about?
[Lyssie> Sam: Depends.
[Nightwing> Jack: On?
[Lyssie> Sam: *yawn* On sleeping.
[Nightwing> Jack: If you'd stop laughing for five minutes you might get around to it.
* StacyX is beginning to think that every artist at Marvel has drawn Nick at one time
[Lyssie> Sam: Yes, sir. *shifts, wriggles, wriggles some more, drops her bra off the side of the bed*
[Nightwing> Jack: (pulls his pillow out from under his head, and half-heartedly brings his arm around to smack Carter's legs with it)
[Lyssie> Sam: Hey!
[Nightwing> Jack: (grins to himself)
[Nightwing> Jack: That's for keeping me awake.
[Lyssie> Sam: *grabs her own pillow and whaps back*
[Nightwing> Jack: Oof... is that how it is? (sits up, lifts the pillow and smacks Carter again)
[Lyssie> Sam: *You're* the one who fell off the bed.
[Nightwing> Jack: Details, details...
[Lyssie> Sam: *puts pillow under her own head* Good. Night. Sir.
[Nightwing> Jack: Party pooper. (retrieves his pillow, and stuffs it back under his head, then yanks the blanket)
[Lyssie> Sam: *firmly retrieves some of the blankets*
[Jim_Smith> You know, if those two would spend a full hour of the show doin' it, all of this could be avoided.
[Lyssie> Locked in a room for a week with a bottle of tequila.
[kymscrazy> Not to mention the ratings would skyrocket.
[kymscrazy> "Dude, quick, turn it to WB. Macguyver is nailing that Hot Blonde Chick who blew up the planet!"
* Nightwing is now known as JackO`Neill
* Lyssie is now known as Sam_Carter
[JackO`Neill> Does that make it easier?
[JackO`Neill> Now that we've gotten that straightened out...
* JackO`Neill yanks the blanket back, and falls asleep. Snoring.
* Sam_Carter sighs, and tries to get to sleep.
[Sam_Carter> DEar god, if we ever have Moonlighting banter, shoot me.
* Jim_Smith cheerfully shoots Lyss
[Sam_Carter> *dies*
[kymscrazy> Dammit Jim, now Daniel will bring her back and she'll blow up *OUR* planet. :)
* Nightwing makes Sam Ascend.
[Sam_Carter> HEY!
[Sam_Carter> No ascending!
[Sam_Carter> I don't want to see Orlin again. He stalked me while I was alive. Imagine what'd it be like as an ascended being. *shudder*
[Nightwing> But now you get to kick Daniel's ass.
[Sam_Carter> *snort* Like I'd waste my time doing that. *considers* I wonder if the Colonel would notice me watching him in the shower...
[kymscrazy> He's pretty oblivious.
[Sam_Carter> Heh. *makes plans* And I can scare Cassie's boyfriends...
[Nightwing> "I am the Goddess of Hellfire! And I bring you... HOMEWORK!"
* Brucha (~mindset@24-148-67-123.na.21stcentury.net) has joined #subcafe
[Jim_Smith> Oh thank goodness...
* Jim_Smith wraps himself around Brucha.
[ShaiPeriHawk> Brucha: We've been scarring your boyfriend.
[Brucha> snerk..
* Brucha patpats Jim. :)
[Jim_Smith> Shai: Lyss has been scaring her boyfriend. You just want me to rub your legs.
[Brucha> Scarring or scareing?
[kymscrazy> Both.
[Sam_Carter> Gosh. *looks proud* Didn't know I had it in me.
* Nightwing beams. I'm Lyss's boyfriend?
[Nightwing> Sweet. :D
[Jim_Smith> Ryss: No, you're just a Dick.
[kymscrazy> I'm telling Babs