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A writing meme:
Name any story I've written, and any character in them, canon or OC. I'll tell you three things about that character which I didn't put in the story.
And in other news, I obtained the audio "The Harvest" and am halfway through it, and it is by far my favorite Seventh doctor audio from the ones I've heard so far. I love Hex to pieces.
Name any story I've written, and any character in them, canon or OC. I'll tell you three things about that character which I didn't put in the story.
And in other news, I obtained the audio "The Harvest" and am halfway through it, and it is by far my favorite Seventh doctor audio from the ones I've heard so far. I love Hex to pieces.
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Date: 2007-11-02 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-02 02:42 pm (UTC)2) Working Woodstock was the first argument between her and Tom that she won since they got married. He said it was too dangerous-- too many hippies and drugs, and he didn't trust that Doctor Abruzzi. He was very nice about it, playing at concern more than control, but Mary brought in the big guns and said the hospital would sack her if she didn't go. As the helicopter hit the hailstorm on the way to the farm, she wondered just what exactly she'd won.
3) On break at the banana stand Sunday morning, she watched that nice, imaginative British girl and the Doctor-- the one experimenting on sonic wave techniques for calming psychadelic trauma-- tromp up a hill to a big port-a-john. And enter. Together. Took all kinds, she figured. When the thing disappeared-- a sunbleached speck on the horizon but it definitely went from being there to not being there, she threw her plastic cup to the ground and turned on the stand manager. "Damn it, I told you I'm medical staff! what the hell did you put in this?"
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Date: 2007-11-02 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-02 03:39 pm (UTC)Anyway, let's go with Daniel Jackson of the stinky mattress. No, this isn't a way to get you to expand on the story (Again). Nope. Uh-uh. *whistles innocently*
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Date: 2007-11-02 06:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for the kind words about Folsom Prison Blues, though :)
Okay, three things about Daniel from that story:
1) Daniel named the mattress. What else was there to do trying to calm your nerves while waiting patiently to either forge a daring escape or be burned at the stake? Its name was Lumpy. Jack will never find this out.
2) Carter jinxed him as they reached the gate. They were negotiating the price she owed him for the lion's share of her plan consisting of him getting up close and personal with Lumpy, and then attacking an unknown number of guards ("Four, tops. No more than five anyway") with said mattress. When he claimed dibs on the first pot of coffee (fresh beans, not yet re-used) for their next seven off-world camping trips, Sam balked.
"Come on! Who's the one who took the blow to the head here? You're all unscathed!"
Teal'c grumbled and Jack hissed, "Carter! Rule seventeen, no jinxing."
It was too late. DHD dialed, six feet to go, Daniel tripped up the steps, landed wrong on his ankle and limped his way home.
3) Two weeks later, SG-12 had a much more peaceful and understanding encounter with the society of P29-757. Success was largely attributed to Dr. Daniel Jackson's meticulously detailed cultural debriefing, based on SG-1's disastrous First Contact mission. A large part of his insights-- including staples, workmanship, ethics, technological advancements and large-scale societal health-- were based on detailed study of the underside of one stinky gray mattress named Lumpy.
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Date: 2007-11-02 07:25 pm (UTC)Well, my "draft" will need serious rewriting...of just about everything. Sigh.
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Date: 2007-11-02 07:36 pm (UTC)I've come up with a whole new idea for my teamfic assignment now. I still have to write it. Grah! Why do I do this to myself???
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Date: 2007-11-02 11:25 pm (UTC)(and if you point me to the Hebrew you were looking at I can try to phoneticize it for you)
LUMPY! that is the best ever! I love that he named it and the jinx (and that Jack HAS A RULE about jinxing) and that he used it to write his report.
(you know sometimes he misses Lumpy....)
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Date: 2007-11-03 12:47 am (UTC)The few hebrew dictionaries I found online gave me "מָלֵא גוּשִׁים" for "lumpy." I figured I probably couldn't translate it straight to a name that made sense anyway and so I decided to punt... ;)
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Date: 2007-11-03 12:54 am (UTC)*stares*
Yeah, "Lumpy" worked well.
I'd probably transliterate that into "maleh gosheem"
(and wow is it weird to read right to left in the middle of writing meant to read left to right)
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:58 am (UTC)This little prison-verse of yours will never, ever get old. :)
Lumpy will forever by immortalized in the halls of the SGC, yes...
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Date: 2007-11-05 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-03 04:32 am (UTC)I can't think of any one story in particular, although the one involving the uncanny valley standous out. Maybe about Sam? (am I even getting this meme right?
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:54 pm (UTC)1) It wasn't the narrow stair, the height, or the innate wrongness of her teammates that scared her the most on the trip up to the ksang-ai. It was the looming inevitability of having to step back through the gate. Her teammates she could handle, barely, but the whole base would be on alert when they came through off-schedule. This set up a loop of panic feedback that she tried very hard to control as they neared the top. But each stair she ascended brought her closer to home and farther from herself.
2) Colonel O'Neill had to take her by the shoulders and make her take those last few steps through the event horizon. He'd done what he had to. Rationally she knew that surge of fear, violation and flight wasn't supposed to be there. Still, it took almost a week before she could look him in the eye again, even though the drug was mostly gone after three nights of isolation.
3) People assumed the old Enduro she tinkered on was her dad's, or maybe an uncle's. Actually, it was her mom's.
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Date: 2007-11-03 02:31 pm (UTC)Love it! Love it!
I love the last one, especially. I dan't even thought of that. Her mom usually only gets talked about in the context of her death. They leave open whole world to explore with her.
This meme is great support for the idea that you don't throw away the parts you take out, or don't work...they might come in handy someday :D
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Date: 2007-11-05 01:12 pm (UTC)