Except I have had no coffee (gnagh) and will have no coffee 'til Mr. IT Techie Guy who is already 15 minutes late gets here and re-images the computer of the dude who left the company yesterday.
And therefore, I will not be capable of being entertaining yet. Though give me a few, as he's just arrived.
Her footsteps echoed in the soaring space, a cathedral, a fortress, cared into the heart of a mountain. There were stained glass windows high above--she hadn't been able to see them on her way in, but they stained the interior green and blue and red.
The hallway opened up wide and tall, the roughhewn ceiling vanishing into darkness. The room that could have held hundreds, but it was empty, save a lone figure who stood with their back to the room, looking out a window, the only source of light, at the green valley that stretched far below.
"You sent them all away."
It wasn't a question. She'd met no resistance on her way in, hadn't seen a single soul.
The figure at the window turned as she approached. "They would have died, and they would have died needlessly. You fight. You wage war on everyone."
"It's all I was ever taught to do. Where's the boy?"
"I killed him. It was the only way."
"I see."
The gunshot echoed loud and reverberated long, and Domino looked down at the dead woman at her feet.
"Guess I'm still good for something."
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Sam rolled over, squinting in the too-bright lights and then managed to focus her blurry vision enough to see that it was just a bedside lamp.
It was glowing. Cheerfully.
It was making the pounding in her head worse.
It needed to die horribly.
And she would take care of that just as soon as the world stopped spinning.
Sam dropped her head back into her pillow and let out another groan. A set of fingers stroked through her hair, easing some of the pain in her skull and she sighed, snuggling into the pillows and the body spooned up behind hers before things registered.
This was...wrong.
These were her on-base quarters. Even through her pounding head and general malaise, she recognized the spartan decor interspersed with the most godawful color scheme known to the mind of man.
She was supposed to be alone in these quarters, not snuggled up to someone else and fairly certain that the sex the evening before had been fairly spectacular.
A low chuckle sounded beside her and she turned over, cringing to find Vala smirking at her from the other side of the bed.
"Oh god..."
"I am impressed, Samantha," the raven-haired smuggler/thief/constant source of terror to Daniel announced. "You very nearly out-drank me."
"Oh god..." Sam repeated, clutching the blankets a little tighter around herself. She couldn't supress a small moan as Vala reached out and ran a fingertip over her bared shoulder.
"A good time all around, I should think." Her smirk deepened. "I would like to know who Kara is, though."
"...what?"
Vala chuckled again. "Red all the way down, I see."
Sam glared at her and flopped on her side, pulling the blankets over her head. "Shut up."
A hand crept under the blankets, settling on her hip, and she debated slapping it away. But since it stayed still and actually felt pretty damn good, loath as she was to admit it, Sam decided to leave it alone.
A groan sounded from the floor.
"Never drinking again. Ever," a gravelly voice announced. "And which one of you kicked me out of bed?"
Sam cringed, glanced at Vala, then peered slowly over the side of the bed to find Cameron Mitchell glaring up at both of them and very much in a state of nature.
"Oh god..." Sam flopped back, wondering how long it had been since her last confession and if there were enough Hail Marys in all the world to cover drunken threesomes with her fellow officer and one of the SGC's resident aliens.
Her stomach gave a warning twinge and Sam shot upright, managing to lurch her way into the tiny half-bath connected to her quarters and slam the door behind her.
Cameron glanced up at Vala and, deciding not to let the opportunity pass him by, proceeded to commandeer Sam's vacated half of the bed and close his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Warn me when she comes back, will'ya? I want a good head start."
Vala let out a full laugh and patted his shoulder. "I like you, Colonel Mitchell."
"Yeah, I like you too," he muttered sleepily. "Now shut up and let me sleep."
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but, er, you could... write me fic? Snark?
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Except I have had no coffee (gnagh) and will have no coffee 'til Mr. IT Techie Guy who is already 15 minutes late gets here and re-images the computer of the dude who left the company yesterday.
And therefore, I will not be capable of being entertaining yet. Though give me a few, as he's just arrived.
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Have fun killing the computer. Yessss. It would be more fun than what I'm doing.
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*fails horribly*
*realizes that actually, juggling (even bad juggling) is much less entertaining over teh internet*
Errr...chocolate?
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However, on a different subject completely, the B52s' euphemisms are... amusing... "The I'm gonna kiss your pineapple!"
Because I thought it up on the way to the bus...
The hallway opened up wide and tall, the roughhewn ceiling vanishing into darkness. The room that could have held hundreds, but it was empty, save a lone figure who stood with their back to the room, looking out a window, the only source of light, at the green valley that stretched far below.
"You sent them all away."
It wasn't a question. She'd met no resistance on her way in, hadn't seen a single soul.
The figure at the window turned as she approached. "They would have died, and they would have died needlessly. You fight. You wage war on everyone."
"It's all I was ever taught to do. Where's the boy?"
"I killed him. It was the only way."
"I see."
The gunshot echoed loud and reverberated long, and Domino looked down at the dead woman at her feet.
"Guess I'm still good for something."
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Now, kill Emma Frost. *flees*
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BZZZZAT!
Bug zapper. Ouch.
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Sam rolled over, squinting in the too-bright lights and then managed to focus her blurry vision enough to see that it was just a bedside lamp.
It was glowing. Cheerfully.
It was making the pounding in her head worse.
It needed to die horribly.
And she would take care of that just as soon as the world stopped spinning.
Sam dropped her head back into her pillow and let out another groan. A set of fingers stroked through her hair, easing some of the pain in her skull and she sighed, snuggling into the pillows and the body spooned up behind hers before things registered.
This was...wrong.
These were her on-base quarters. Even through her pounding head and general malaise, she recognized the spartan decor interspersed with the most godawful color scheme known to the mind of man.
She was supposed to be alone in these quarters, not snuggled up to someone else and fairly certain that the sex the evening before had been fairly spectacular.
A low chuckle sounded beside her and she turned over, cringing to find Vala smirking at her from the other side of the bed.
"Oh god..."
"I am impressed, Samantha," the raven-haired smuggler/thief/constant source of terror to Daniel announced. "You very nearly out-drank me."
"Oh god..." Sam repeated, clutching the blankets a little tighter around herself. She couldn't supress a small moan as Vala reached out and ran a fingertip over her bared shoulder.
"A good time all around, I should think." Her smirk deepened. "I would like to know who Kara is, though."
"...what?"
Vala chuckled again. "Red all the way down, I see."
Sam glared at her and flopped on her side, pulling the blankets over her head. "Shut up."
A hand crept under the blankets, settling on her hip, and she debated slapping it away. But since it stayed still and actually felt pretty damn good, loath as she was to admit it, Sam decided to leave it alone.
A groan sounded from the floor.
"Never drinking again. Ever," a gravelly voice announced. "And which one of you kicked me out of bed?"
Sam cringed, glanced at Vala, then peered slowly over the side of the bed to find Cameron Mitchell glaring up at both of them and very much in a state of nature.
"Oh god..." Sam flopped back, wondering how long it had been since her last confession and if there were enough Hail Marys in all the world to cover drunken threesomes with her fellow officer and one of the SGC's resident aliens.
Her stomach gave a warning twinge and Sam shot upright, managing to lurch her way into the tiny half-bath connected to her quarters and slam the door behind her.
Cameron glanced up at Vala and, deciding not to let the opportunity pass him by, proceeded to commandeer Sam's vacated half of the bed and close his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Warn me when she comes back, will'ya? I want a good head start."
Vala let out a full laugh and patted his shoulder. "I like you, Colonel Mitchell."
"Yeah, I like you too," he muttered sleepily. "Now shut up and let me sleep."
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This is fabulous and wonderful and beautiful--and you even got Kara in there, and, and. *dies of squee*
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What?
That's about the only entertaining thing that's happened in the last week.
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cheese PUFFS
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