[McKay] Visiting the crabs?
Who: McKay, Martha
When: During the luau (before the pig!)
Where: CCII
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete
Just when he thought all was lost, Martha was quick on the uptake... and Rodney clearly brightened, the momentary scowl merely a flicker as a grin came in and settled. "Ah... because a few days ago, there was an idea for something to do... and it was suggested that we could have a hermit crab race. So... the commander... John and I, well... we found a few." But he'd given away 'Sam', one of what he'd considered 'the best', to Chloe.
"Want to go see them?" It was away from the noise, the press of everyone in a space on the dance floor, and he sort of wanted to be away from it all. With her.
Before the music shifted completely away, Rodney moved, though he didn't relinquish his hold on at least one of her hands; all the better to lead her back. Well, that and the fact that he really liked the contact, the warmth and smell of her. The further they got from the 'fray', the more comfortable he got. He couldn't help himself, though, all the glances to the woman with him. She was just... well, she wasn't 'cute'... or 'perky'... she was beautiful, at least in his eyes, and smart. Had to be if one could not only handle medicine (which he never really figured out, nor did he want to) but also an alien incursion and a trip to the moon.
And she liked him! That, of course, added a touch of a bounce in his step. They'd be able to look at the crabs, the waves.. the stars? The stars... There was something beautiful about the island that the others probably wouldn't give him the credit for recognizing. No light pollution at all, so it was a calvalcade of lights.
But first!
"I haven't yet gotten a real racetrack set up yet. Too much to do, what with the pod back in the Infirmary. Dr. Franklin wants me to check it in the morning... unless Radek's got his little hands on it, then the doctor will need me to put it back together."
The crabs were settled a little way away, or had been as he headed towards the 'corral'... only to find that they weren't there. Shells were, but they weren't... "Huh..."
When: During the luau (before the pig!)
Where: CCII
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete
Just when he thought all was lost, Martha was quick on the uptake... and Rodney clearly brightened, the momentary scowl merely a flicker as a grin came in and settled. "Ah... because a few days ago, there was an idea for something to do... and it was suggested that we could have a hermit crab race. So... the commander... John and I, well... we found a few." But he'd given away 'Sam', one of what he'd considered 'the best', to Chloe.
"Want to go see them?" It was away from the noise, the press of everyone in a space on the dance floor, and he sort of wanted to be away from it all. With her.
Before the music shifted completely away, Rodney moved, though he didn't relinquish his hold on at least one of her hands; all the better to lead her back. Well, that and the fact that he really liked the contact, the warmth and smell of her. The further they got from the 'fray', the more comfortable he got. He couldn't help himself, though, all the glances to the woman with him. She was just... well, she wasn't 'cute'... or 'perky'... she was beautiful, at least in his eyes, and smart. Had to be if one could not only handle medicine (which he never really figured out, nor did he want to) but also an alien incursion and a trip to the moon.
And she liked him! That, of course, added a touch of a bounce in his step. They'd be able to look at the crabs, the waves.. the stars? The stars... There was something beautiful about the island that the others probably wouldn't give him the credit for recognizing. No light pollution at all, so it was a calvalcade of lights.
But first!
"I haven't yet gotten a real racetrack set up yet. Too much to do, what with the pod back in the Infirmary. Dr. Franklin wants me to check it in the morning... unless Radek's got his little hands on it, then the doctor will need me to put it back together."
The crabs were settled a little way away, or had been as he headed towards the 'corral'... only to find that they weren't there. Shells were, but they weren't... "Huh..."