001 (accidental) VOICE
Jack:
[clunkTAPtaptapclunktap]
Testing... Testing... 1... 2.. 3... [taptap] This thing on?
Ah! There we go! Howdy, folks! I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill... Thought I'd better get these introductions things out of th--
Daniel:
[door opens, footsteps enter then stop abruptly] Jack? What are you doing in here?
Jack:
Redecorating. That Fang Sway thing...
Daniel:
Jack, this is one of my storage rooms.
[pause] And it's fung-shei
Jack:
Is it? That's why there's all this junk in here? [rustling of pages as he plays with a book]
Daniel:
[alarmed] Put that down, that's from the 5th century! [rustling sound as he grabs it] Jack, what else do you call a room full of random sports equipment and books? And a mop?
Jack:
Hey! I was reading that!
It didn't look like anybody lived here. And I thought I could use the mop as a fishing pole.
Daniel:
Then use that fishing pole over there as a fishing pole. And since when do you read 5th century writings about the trading practices of minor French lords on your leisure time?
Jack:
Fine, I was lookin' at the pictures.
Oh... hey. There is a pole over there. Sweet.
Daniel:
[siiigh] Jack, seriously, out. Now.
Jack:
Aw, come on, Daniel! I need a place to stay...
Daniel:
A place to-! Why on earth do you want to stay in here? The room two doors down has a bed, too, you know! And I keep my things in here!
Jack:
But I like this room.
Daniel:
Why?
Jack:
I dunno... it's homey.
Daniel:
I keep the cleaning supplies in here, for crying out loud! How is this homey?
Jack:
It reminds me of home. Therefore, homey.
Daniel:
[sarcastic] I didn't know you owned cleaning supplies.
Jack:
Sure I do! They're.... in... the closet... behind the sports equipment.
Daniel:
Oh of course. I should have known that's why you picked the room with all the hockey sticks and basketballs in it. [another sigh] Jack, you cannot stay in here!
Jack:
Oh, why not? It's not like it's your bedroom, Daniel. Look--[rustling as he moves]--I already found a cot I can put over in the corner.
Daniel:
Why would you choose a cot over a bed when-! Wait why did you get that hammock out?
Jack:
Used to it. Nice reminder that we're not in Kansas anymore. [pause] Ah... that? I got that out... ten minutes ago. Thought I could hook it up to the walls.
Daniel:
Now you're putting nails in my walls?
Do you have any respect for my space at all?
Jack:
Oh, come on, Daniel! You found this place. And I haven't put any nails in the wall yet.... [cough] thought I'd ask first.
Daniel:
Well the answer is no, you can't put nails in the walls! And you can't stay in this room!
Jack:
For crying out loud, Daniel! You have three of these rooms!
Daniel:
You have no appreciation for how fragile some of this stuff is and I was here first!
Jack:
Fine, we'll move the books to your room.
And another thing, I don't see your name on it.
Daniel:
You-! Jack I...I don't even...agh! You are so...so...[long, strangled noise of exasperation]
[sudden silence]
...Jack, why is that light blinking?
Jack:
Huh? Oh. That? Thought I'd try that.... voice posty... thing.
Daniel:
...Are you saying that everything we just-?
Jack:
[pause]
The little blinking thing means it's still on?
Daniel:
[audible face slap] Yes.
Turn it off and do not press the Enter key.
Jack:
[tap taptap] What happens if I hit the enter key?
Daniel:
It posts on the network.... [pause] Don't you DARE, Jack!
Jack:
[tap]
(ooc: made in conjuncture with geekofthegate.)
[clunkTAPtaptapclunktap]
Testing... Testing... 1... 2.. 3... [taptap] This thing on?
Ah! There we go! Howdy, folks! I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill... Thought I'd better get these introductions things out of th--
Daniel:
[door opens, footsteps enter then stop abruptly] Jack? What are you doing in here?
Jack:
Redecorating. That Fang Sway thing...
Daniel:
Jack, this is one of my storage rooms.
[pause] And it's fung-shei
Jack:
Is it? That's why there's all this junk in here? [rustling of pages as he plays with a book]
Daniel:
[alarmed] Put that down, that's from the 5th century! [rustling sound as he grabs it] Jack, what else do you call a room full of random sports equipment and books? And a mop?
Jack:
Hey! I was reading that!
It didn't look like anybody lived here. And I thought I could use the mop as a fishing pole.
Daniel:
Then use that fishing pole over there as a fishing pole. And since when do you read 5th century writings about the trading practices of minor French lords on your leisure time?
Jack:
Fine, I was lookin' at the pictures.
Oh... hey. There is a pole over there. Sweet.
Daniel:
[siiigh] Jack, seriously, out. Now.
Jack:
Aw, come on, Daniel! I need a place to stay...
Daniel:
A place to-! Why on earth do you want to stay in here? The room two doors down has a bed, too, you know! And I keep my things in here!
Jack:
But I like this room.
Daniel:
Why?
Jack:
I dunno... it's homey.
Daniel:
I keep the cleaning supplies in here, for crying out loud! How is this homey?
Jack:
It reminds me of home. Therefore, homey.
Daniel:
[sarcastic] I didn't know you owned cleaning supplies.
Jack:
Sure I do! They're.... in... the closet... behind the sports equipment.
Daniel:
Oh of course. I should have known that's why you picked the room with all the hockey sticks and basketballs in it. [another sigh] Jack, you cannot stay in here!
Jack:
Oh, why not? It's not like it's your bedroom, Daniel. Look--[rustling as he moves]--I already found a cot I can put over in the corner.
Daniel:
Why would you choose a cot over a bed when-! Wait why did you get that hammock out?
Jack:
Used to it. Nice reminder that we're not in Kansas anymore. [pause] Ah... that? I got that out... ten minutes ago. Thought I could hook it up to the walls.
Daniel:
Now you're putting nails in my walls?
Do you have any respect for my space at all?
Jack:
Oh, come on, Daniel! You found this place. And I haven't put any nails in the wall yet.... [cough] thought I'd ask first.
Daniel:
Well the answer is no, you can't put nails in the walls! And you can't stay in this room!
Jack:
For crying out loud, Daniel! You have three of these rooms!
Daniel:
You have no appreciation for how fragile some of this stuff is and I was here first!
Jack:
Fine, we'll move the books to your room.
And another thing, I don't see your name on it.
Daniel:
You-! Jack I...I don't even...agh! You are so...so...[long, strangled noise of exasperation]
[sudden silence]
...Jack, why is that light blinking?
Jack:
Huh? Oh. That? Thought I'd try that.... voice posty... thing.
Daniel:
...Are you saying that everything we just-?
Jack:
[pause]
The little blinking thing means it's still on?
Daniel:
[audible face slap] Yes.
Turn it off and do not press the Enter key.
Jack:
[tap taptap] What happens if I hit the enter key?
Daniel:
It posts on the network.... [pause] Don't you DARE, Jack!
Jack:
[tap]
(ooc: made in conjuncture with geekofthegate.)