In the mess, finally!
Rodney was grateful to finally break free of Opticon's idiocy. The man insisted on wasting Rodney's valuable time by showing him some spare crystals they'd found. Except that Rodney's people had found them over a year ago shortly after the storm.
He got his tray and searched the room for one of his lovers. He didn't find any of them, but he did find a familiar head of curly hair. Looked like she cut it, though. Huh.
Shrugging to himself, Rodney headed over and began speaking before he'd even rounded the table and sat down across from Rachel. Only it wasn't Rachel. "Rachel. You would not believe the new levels of stupidity the Neanderthals calling themselves scientists have reached today." He was about to start shoveling food in his mouth when he finally noticed that Rachel was decidedly male. "Hey. You aren't Rachel."
He squinted then sat back, looking stunned. "You're Rachel's--what was it? Cousin?--aren't you? How the hell did you get here?"
He got his tray and searched the room for one of his lovers. He didn't find any of them, but he did find a familiar head of curly hair. Looked like she cut it, though. Huh.
Shrugging to himself, Rodney headed over and began speaking before he'd even rounded the table and sat down across from Rachel. Only it wasn't Rachel. "Rachel. You would not believe the new levels of stupidity the Neanderthals calling themselves scientists have reached today." He was about to start shoveling food in his mouth when he finally noticed that Rachel was decidedly male. "Hey. You aren't Rachel."
He squinted then sat back, looking stunned. "You're Rachel's--what was it? Cousin?--aren't you? How the hell did you get here?"