Written by Light, Cajun, and Taylor

Mitar tugged on the hem of the tac vest he was wearing, trying to adjust the fit, and shifted the P-90 he carried. ( Carrying weapons always filled him with a sense of foreboding. )

Rodney was in a bad mood all morning. He felt thoroughly chastised for something that wasn't his fault at all. Like back at school when he had to go to the headmaster's office.

So he hadn't felt the urge to go to the mess hall for lunch. ( Instead he'd sent Kusanagi to get him something. )

Rodney left the mess hall, irritated and hurt. He'd been nervous to do kitchen duty with Carson, but the same time he'd hoped to solve the situation. Instead everything was totally fucked up now. ( And it was all Jackson's fault. )

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Co-written with Garnet in google docs
***Rodney felt better - not much, but considerably better, when he left Elizabeth's office. He was already halfway back to the lab, when he remembered that he still had to apologise to Chef Dixon for the mess he had left in the kitchen ( Read more... )

"This one," Radek says, looking up from the pad in his hand and points at the panel next to the door. Rodney nods and sets down his kit to reach for the cover. The lights are flickering and he's got the feeling that something's odd, but can't pin it down. ( He can't remember why he's there and what he's supposed to do. )

His temples throbbing with a massive headache, Rodney left the mess hall, taking a thermos with coffee with him. The discussion over breakfast hadn't exactly improved his already foul mood. There was so much to do, the duty roster for kitchen duty after the lost snowball fight, checking the status of the repairs and filling in for Dr Patel who was ( Read more... )

At 1545, John switched his headset over to the channel reserved for military and security and made a brief announcement. "It's now a quarter till, people. I expect everyone to dress warmly and be on time. I'll see you on the East Pier ( Read more... )