Might as well, to whet the appetite....
I was persuaded that this might be a good idea, so here're snippets from my in-progress World Cup fic. Fandom: SGA.
The Crack!Fic where World Cup 2006 Descends Upon Atlantis
In early May, the Daedalus came, as scheduled. Something expectant hung in the air. Life continued as usual, with scares from the usual suspects, and new adversaries, but.
First there were flags, randomly popping up in the labs, in the hallways, on random control panels - and seemingly engaged in turf wars, as flags of one nation were randomly hijacked and replaced with bunches of others.
Then there were banners. Elizabeth was very calm when she ordered the one draped over the Stargate to be removed.
“Is it me,” John said slowly, as he examined the array of muffins iced in flag colors - there were the United Kingdom, Italy, Brazil (which looked pretty nifty), Germany, Iran (?) - “but are things becoming a little more festive?”
“I can’t say I’ve noticed sir,” Lorne said, as he nodded to Miko who shyly nodded in turn, her left cheek a patch of white with a red circle in the middle.
“Again: who cares about soccer,” Rodney said.
“Canada didn’t make it huh?” John asked, grinning.
Rodney did not deign to answer the question. “It figures the Americans would be in it and still you all won’t have a clue. Have you not noticed Zelenka’s little campaign to have Czech flags everywhere? And Severy’s managed to change all the screensavers too, or are you all blind?”
“Was wondering about all the French,” John said mildly. Then his face took on a serious expression as he turned to Lorne. “When is the World Cup? June?”
“Yes sir,” Lorne nodded.
“Ok, the moment kickoff starts, put the security teams on yellow alert, especially after the weekly databurts or when the Daedalus arrives. Come over my office later, we’ll go through the match fixtures - determine which ones are the hotspots.”
“The only ones confirmed for now are the preliminary ones sir,” Lorne reminded.
A little alarmed, Teyla asked, “will there be danger?”
“I was in Rome in 2002,” was John’s grim reply. “When Italy lost to Korea.”
Group E: The Czech Republic vs the United States of America
“Try not to take it personally sir,” Lorne advised, as they walked amongst the multitude of red and blues and Czech slogans written in glitter.
John adjusted the Star and Stripes button forlornly on his shirt. “You save their lives a couple hundred times,” he pitched it loudly enough for the benefit of these transient Czech fans - not that they were listening, or pretended to, at any rate, “you think they’d be more grateful.”
“Aye, and if bloody Scotland had got its act together… but you got to roll with the punches, eh laddie?” Carson said semi-cheerfully, wearing a horrendous red and blue-striped scarf, not a single Star nor Stripe in sight.
“And who are you supporting, Doctor, really?” asked John politely.
“Anyone But England,” Carson said more enthusiastically, waving a Union flag with a red circle-and-diagonal-slash mark on it.
“Well, we’re not England!”
Carson patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Yeah, but your goalie is Tim Howard, and I happen to be a card-carrying member of ABU too, so my apologies lad.”
“ABU?”
“Anything But United sir,” Lorne whispered straightfacedly. “Manchester United.”
Just then John spied Rodney, and his heart leaped in his chest as he saw Rodney decked in red, white and blue. AND A CZECH REPUBLIC CREST. Sharing colors with your opponent sucked.
Rodney exclaimed defensively at John’s disappointed face. “What?? Supporting my fellow scientists here, hello.”
“But you’re in my team, Rodney,” John whined.
“Don’t worry, if you’re winning, I’m totally flipping this shirt around.” At the scandalized looks around him, Rodney threw up his hands, “Don’t tell me I’m the only one who thought it. I didn’t even make this t-shirt!”
A few eyes dropped their gazes in a hurry.
Notes: It has to be noted, I actually am a (currently casual) fan of Manchester United, so do not deny me that the ABU exists... =_='
The Crack!Fic where World Cup 2006 Descends Upon Atlantis
In early May, the Daedalus came, as scheduled. Something expectant hung in the air. Life continued as usual, with scares from the usual suspects, and new adversaries, but.
First there were flags, randomly popping up in the labs, in the hallways, on random control panels - and seemingly engaged in turf wars, as flags of one nation were randomly hijacked and replaced with bunches of others.
Then there were banners. Elizabeth was very calm when she ordered the one draped over the Stargate to be removed.
“Is it me,” John said slowly, as he examined the array of muffins iced in flag colors - there were the United Kingdom, Italy, Brazil (which looked pretty nifty), Germany, Iran (?) - “but are things becoming a little more festive?”
“I can’t say I’ve noticed sir,” Lorne said, as he nodded to Miko who shyly nodded in turn, her left cheek a patch of white with a red circle in the middle.
“Again: who cares about soccer,” Rodney said.
“Canada didn’t make it huh?” John asked, grinning.
Rodney did not deign to answer the question. “It figures the Americans would be in it and still you all won’t have a clue. Have you not noticed Zelenka’s little campaign to have Czech flags everywhere? And Severy’s managed to change all the screensavers too, or are you all blind?”
“Was wondering about all the French,” John said mildly. Then his face took on a serious expression as he turned to Lorne. “When is the World Cup? June?”
“Yes sir,” Lorne nodded.
“Ok, the moment kickoff starts, put the security teams on yellow alert, especially after the weekly databurts or when the Daedalus arrives. Come over my office later, we’ll go through the match fixtures - determine which ones are the hotspots.”
“The only ones confirmed for now are the preliminary ones sir,” Lorne reminded.
A little alarmed, Teyla asked, “will there be danger?”
“I was in Rome in 2002,” was John’s grim reply. “When Italy lost to Korea.”
Group E: The Czech Republic vs the United States of America
“Try not to take it personally sir,” Lorne advised, as they walked amongst the multitude of red and blues and Czech slogans written in glitter.
John adjusted the Star and Stripes button forlornly on his shirt. “You save their lives a couple hundred times,” he pitched it loudly enough for the benefit of these transient Czech fans - not that they were listening, or pretended to, at any rate, “you think they’d be more grateful.”
“Aye, and if bloody Scotland had got its act together… but you got to roll with the punches, eh laddie?” Carson said semi-cheerfully, wearing a horrendous red and blue-striped scarf, not a single Star nor Stripe in sight.
“And who are you supporting, Doctor, really?” asked John politely.
“Anyone But England,” Carson said more enthusiastically, waving a Union flag with a red circle-and-diagonal-slash mark on it.
“Well, we’re not England!”
Carson patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Yeah, but your goalie is Tim Howard, and I happen to be a card-carrying member of ABU too, so my apologies lad.”
“ABU?”
“Anything But United sir,” Lorne whispered straightfacedly. “Manchester United.”
Just then John spied Rodney, and his heart leaped in his chest as he saw Rodney decked in red, white and blue. AND A CZECH REPUBLIC CREST. Sharing colors with your opponent sucked.
Rodney exclaimed defensively at John’s disappointed face. “What?? Supporting my fellow scientists here, hello.”
“But you’re in my team, Rodney,” John whined.
“Don’t worry, if you’re winning, I’m totally flipping this shirt around.” At the scandalized looks around him, Rodney threw up his hands, “Don’t tell me I’m the only one who thought it. I didn’t even make this t-shirt!”
A few eyes dropped their gazes in a hurry.
Notes: It has to be noted, I actually am a (currently casual) fan of Manchester United, so do not deny me that the ABU exists... =_='