Happy 4th of July
Happy John Sheppard's Nation of Birth Day!!
Everyone ended up pitching in on the paper mache dragon for Chinese New Year; Russian Pancake Day was observed by half of the biology department, who came into work in drag; the first Harvest Moon of the new solar year was an Athosian free day marked with ruus wine, plentiful hugs and tava bean patties; on March 14th, men left chocolates on their girlfriends’ desks. Guy Fawkes Day and Día de los Muertos were celebrated with special decorations and themed cupcakes in the mess hall.
The traditions the expedition members had brought from Earth mixed in Atlantis. They grew into each other out there on the ocean.
Satedan Feast Day came right before autumn on Lantea III. Fourth of July arrived on Earth during the height of winter on Lantea. John gave Cadman the go ahead to do her thing and whip up some fireworks. Rodney (who bled maple syrup if not red, white and blue) appreciated the bounty of blue Jell-O in the commissary, even if he was still grousing about the unspectacular observance of Canada Day.
The expedition members went out in parkas to set up a bar of grills out on the west pier and as the sunset settled on the horizon, they lit some fires (ceramic stoves traded from Tyrun) and staved off the dark New Lantean night. The stuff they grilled out there was some kind of fowl from MX2-193, and it turned out that despite Teyla’s stomach turning tuttleroot soup, she was pretty good with marinades and the manly art of grilling. Rodney and Radek jury rigged these little flashers like Ancient driveway lights, lighting the pier like an airstrip.
At seven thirteen Atlantis Standard, Cadman clapped Lorne on the shoulder and they crouched over Cadman’s makeshift fireworks. John was just turning when Rodney sidled up beside him, and his smile was lit up as the first rocket exploded in shower of golden sparkles that reflected over the water. Rodney gave him a lopsided grin.
And later, the four of them got together on their own on John’s favorite pier with some beer and imported sparklers - John, Rodney, Ronon, Teyla - to celebrate. They came from all over, different nations, different planets, but like they observed Athosian Thelos, Satedan Feast Day and Boxing Day, they celebrated to celebrate each other, because they were a family now who built their own traditions. And because Atlantis was its people, a family, and for everyone there, it was home.
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Everyone ended up pitching in on the paper mache dragon for Chinese New Year; Russian Pancake Day was observed by half of the biology department, who came into work in drag; the first Harvest Moon of the new solar year was an Athosian free day marked with ruus wine, plentiful hugs and tava bean patties; on March 14th, men left chocolates on their girlfriends’ desks. Guy Fawkes Day and Día de los Muertos were celebrated with special decorations and themed cupcakes in the mess hall.
The traditions the expedition members had brought from Earth mixed in Atlantis. They grew into each other out there on the ocean.
Satedan Feast Day came right before autumn on Lantea III. Fourth of July arrived on Earth during the height of winter on Lantea. John gave Cadman the go ahead to do her thing and whip up some fireworks. Rodney (who bled maple syrup if not red, white and blue) appreciated the bounty of blue Jell-O in the commissary, even if he was still grousing about the unspectacular observance of Canada Day.
The expedition members went out in parkas to set up a bar of grills out on the west pier and as the sunset settled on the horizon, they lit some fires (ceramic stoves traded from Tyrun) and staved off the dark New Lantean night. The stuff they grilled out there was some kind of fowl from MX2-193, and it turned out that despite Teyla’s stomach turning tuttleroot soup, she was pretty good with marinades and the manly art of grilling. Rodney and Radek jury rigged these little flashers like Ancient driveway lights, lighting the pier like an airstrip.
At seven thirteen Atlantis Standard, Cadman clapped Lorne on the shoulder and they crouched over Cadman’s makeshift fireworks. John was just turning when Rodney sidled up beside him, and his smile was lit up as the first rocket exploded in shower of golden sparkles that reflected over the water. Rodney gave him a lopsided grin.
And later, the four of them got together on their own on John’s favorite pier with some beer and imported sparklers - John, Rodney, Ronon, Teyla - to celebrate. They came from all over, different nations, different planets, but like they observed Athosian Thelos, Satedan Feast Day and Boxing Day, they celebrated to celebrate each other, because they were a family now who built their own traditions. And because Atlantis was its people, a family, and for everyone there, it was home.
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comments on DW.