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I had a thought (it happens sometimes): the reel that's shown at every SGC Christmas party, and which is mentioned in fanon many times. We should write this. By 'we', I mean I don't want to do it on my own I have three so far, but they're mostly just silly pratfalls -I'm sure there must be people out there with much funnier ideas. And they're delightfully snack-sized. Go on, just the one...
Oh, and it sort of fits with the fact that it's April Fool's Day this coming Sunday, too.
So here are mine, to start. If you'd like to join in, you're welcome to post it as comment fic (because that would be love), or on your own lj (please let me know so I can read it, though!). Or this could all be collected... somewhere... I dunno, I haven't thought it through that clearly.
Eesh. This is why I never volunteer to be a mod. I'm not cut out for organisation.
Like many of the subsequent recordings, it's a shot from one of the cameras in the Gateroom - the one level with the control room, focused on the Stargate. Captain Carter is the first through, shoulders bowed and covered head-to-toe in slimy mud. She nod slightly in the direction of the control room, looking exhausted, and moves away from the wormhole, stumbling slightly on the ramp. Teal'c and Daniel are next, equally as muddy, followed quickly by Jack. Teal'c is the only one who doesn't look dead on his feet. The wormhole shuts off behind them, and they stand there for a moment, blinking at the evidently sudden change of atmosphere, and looking tiredly at one another.
Daniel is the first to move, setting one wet, mud-covered foot down on the ramp. He's also the first to really slip. His arms windmill, and the other three lunge for him at the same time, but Sam is closest. For a second they cling together, looking every bit like the kids the Colonel is always naming them. When they're sure they aren't about to go flying, they release each other gingerly, and Daniel says something apologetic, too far away for the camera's tiny microphone to catch. Sam shrugs, and the Colonel - impatient now, probably wanting to get to a hot shower, chivvies them forward.
His impatience is their downfall.
He slips on the ramp behind Daniel, his feet knocking into the archaeologist, and they both fall backwards. The Colonel's hand swings out desperately, grabbing for the solid bulk of Teal'c. The combined weight of Jack and Daniel is enough to knock Teal'c off-balance, and the mud and the angle of the ramp don't help. His attempt to keep them all from falling backwards ends up propelling them forwards instead, six pairs of boots slipping on mud and metal.
Poor Sam is still relatively new, and eager to help. In a few years time, she'd let them fall on their collective asses, and help pick them up once the dust has settled. Unfortunately for her, she's not yet learnt that lesson, and leaps eagerly forwards just as two tall men and a huge Jaffa tumble headfirst in her direction. She abruptly realises her fate and tries to back-pedal, but it's too late.
The team go down as one, and the ramp shakes with the force of the impact as they bounce off the edge, and into a tangled heap of mud and limbs on the hard concrete below. Dignity and grace have left the building. The camera's microphone doesn't need to be big to pick up the swearing, which is in several different languages.
And to top it all off, some bastard has set it all to jaunty, tinny music.
---
There are a series of shots of Daniel tripping up, from a range of cameras throughout the base, when he's either absorbed in what he's looking at, or arguing about. Then there's a short burst of various members of SG-1 physically steering a blithely unaware Daniel around trip obstacles (to which the audience reaction is generally, "Awwww!"). This section is finished by one particularly spectacular trip. The book goes flying, neatly intercepted by Teal'c, Sam steps quickly out of the way, and Daniel's only victim is Jack - or, more precisely, Jack's pants.
If he'd known they'd be immortalised, Jack would have worn something other than the boxers the team got him as a joke Valentine's present. Even though it's a security camera and the quality of the film is low, the word 'Jack' is clearly legible printed across one cheek - and 'Ass' across the other.
---
There's a swirl of blue, and Captain Carter steps through first, a broad grin on her face. She nods briskly towards whoever is watching from the Control Room, and then her eyes flick sideways, looking directly into the camera, and she announces, clearly and simply, "This one's a keeper."
There's another swirl, and Doctor Jackson steps through, head held high. Sam glances at him, and back to the Control Room, her smirk growing. Then Colonel O'Neill, stumbling as if someone had given him a shove. "Hey!" he exclaims, and Teal'c steps through behind him just in time to receive his glare. Teal'c's great personal dignity enshrouds him, but even that is not enough to cover up the fact that the men of SG-1 are wearing nothing more than three natty little miniskirts, and some feathers.
There's a snort from Captain Carter. The three men turn to glare at her, but she's hunched away from them, shoulders shaking.
"Carter!" snaps the Colonel, and she straightens and looks back at her commanding officer - only to break into audible gales of laughter - so much so that she collapses helplessly to the ramp, wiping at her eyes.
The Blue Dress Incident wasn't that long ago, though, so they call it even.
---
Anyone else want to have a go?
edit: Eeee!
crazedturkey wrote me fic! And it's so funny! *runs off, chortling*
edit2: Now with follow-ups and comment fic.
Oh, and it sort of fits with the fact that it's April Fool's Day this coming Sunday, too.
So here are mine, to start. If you'd like to join in, you're welcome to post it as comment fic (because that would be love), or on your own lj (please let me know so I can read it, though!). Or this could all be collected... somewhere... I dunno, I haven't thought it through that clearly.
Eesh. This is why I never volunteer to be a mod. I'm not cut out for organisation.
Like many of the subsequent recordings, it's a shot from one of the cameras in the Gateroom - the one level with the control room, focused on the Stargate. Captain Carter is the first through, shoulders bowed and covered head-to-toe in slimy mud. She nod slightly in the direction of the control room, looking exhausted, and moves away from the wormhole, stumbling slightly on the ramp. Teal'c and Daniel are next, equally as muddy, followed quickly by Jack. Teal'c is the only one who doesn't look dead on his feet. The wormhole shuts off behind them, and they stand there for a moment, blinking at the evidently sudden change of atmosphere, and looking tiredly at one another.
Daniel is the first to move, setting one wet, mud-covered foot down on the ramp. He's also the first to really slip. His arms windmill, and the other three lunge for him at the same time, but Sam is closest. For a second they cling together, looking every bit like the kids the Colonel is always naming them. When they're sure they aren't about to go flying, they release each other gingerly, and Daniel says something apologetic, too far away for the camera's tiny microphone to catch. Sam shrugs, and the Colonel - impatient now, probably wanting to get to a hot shower, chivvies them forward.
His impatience is their downfall.
He slips on the ramp behind Daniel, his feet knocking into the archaeologist, and they both fall backwards. The Colonel's hand swings out desperately, grabbing for the solid bulk of Teal'c. The combined weight of Jack and Daniel is enough to knock Teal'c off-balance, and the mud and the angle of the ramp don't help. His attempt to keep them all from falling backwards ends up propelling them forwards instead, six pairs of boots slipping on mud and metal.
Poor Sam is still relatively new, and eager to help. In a few years time, she'd let them fall on their collective asses, and help pick them up once the dust has settled. Unfortunately for her, she's not yet learnt that lesson, and leaps eagerly forwards just as two tall men and a huge Jaffa tumble headfirst in her direction. She abruptly realises her fate and tries to back-pedal, but it's too late.
The team go down as one, and the ramp shakes with the force of the impact as they bounce off the edge, and into a tangled heap of mud and limbs on the hard concrete below. Dignity and grace have left the building. The camera's microphone doesn't need to be big to pick up the swearing, which is in several different languages.
And to top it all off, some bastard has set it all to jaunty, tinny music.
---
There are a series of shots of Daniel tripping up, from a range of cameras throughout the base, when he's either absorbed in what he's looking at, or arguing about. Then there's a short burst of various members of SG-1 physically steering a blithely unaware Daniel around trip obstacles (to which the audience reaction is generally, "Awwww!"). This section is finished by one particularly spectacular trip. The book goes flying, neatly intercepted by Teal'c, Sam steps quickly out of the way, and Daniel's only victim is Jack - or, more precisely, Jack's pants.
If he'd known they'd be immortalised, Jack would have worn something other than the boxers the team got him as a joke Valentine's present. Even though it's a security camera and the quality of the film is low, the word 'Jack' is clearly legible printed across one cheek - and 'Ass' across the other.
---
There's a swirl of blue, and Captain Carter steps through first, a broad grin on her face. She nods briskly towards whoever is watching from the Control Room, and then her eyes flick sideways, looking directly into the camera, and she announces, clearly and simply, "This one's a keeper."
There's another swirl, and Doctor Jackson steps through, head held high. Sam glances at him, and back to the Control Room, her smirk growing. Then Colonel O'Neill, stumbling as if someone had given him a shove. "Hey!" he exclaims, and Teal'c steps through behind him just in time to receive his glare. Teal'c's great personal dignity enshrouds him, but even that is not enough to cover up the fact that the men of SG-1 are wearing nothing more than three natty little miniskirts, and some feathers.
There's a snort from Captain Carter. The three men turn to glare at her, but she's hunched away from them, shoulders shaking.
"Carter!" snaps the Colonel, and she straightens and looks back at her commanding officer - only to break into audible gales of laughter - so much so that she collapses helplessly to the ramp, wiping at her eyes.
The Blue Dress Incident wasn't that long ago, though, so they call it even.
---
Anyone else want to have a go?
edit: Eeee!
crazedturkey wrote me fic! And it's so funny! *runs off, chortling*
edit2: Now with follow-ups and comment fic.