Dec 05, 2010 10:43
Just sent off a sample chapter to a prospective client, YAY.
As we're halfway through Chanukah, how about some happy drabble prompts? Anything SG-1 based (and gen, heh). No holiday themes - just something happy!
ficlets by request
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Is that happy, or scary, though?
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Anyway. Here's some Maybourne and Jack during Paradise Lost for you:
"JACK!"
Jack didn't take his eyes off his fishing line as Maybourne stomped towards him. "You bellowed?" he inquired.
"Don't you have experience in making a still?"
"Not really, no." Jack finally glanced at him. "Moonshine not working out yet?"
"I can't get those blue fruits to ferment!"
"Should've thought of that before stranding us here."
Maybourne groaned pitifully. "What kind of paradise is it when you can't get drunk?"
In truth, Jack would've gladly tried some of Skaara's poisonous brew right now. But watching Maybourne's tantrum was almost as good -- and anyway, a person needs to drink with friends.
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I can take the prompt and twist into something completely different or you can give me a different prompt - it's up to you. But it would be OOC for me as it stands now. Sorry. :)
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Anyway. Here's the prompt, slightly altered:
Daniel is used to Jack and Dixon leaving cheap souvenirs in the archeology lab in the hope they'll be mistaken for off-world artifacts. He doesn't mind; it keeps his people on their toes, and some items have been creatively entertaining. But he's a little insulted when he finds a page of script on his desk, labeled P4X-442 -- translate immediately.
"Tengwar, Jack?" he demands, flourishing the offensive paper. "You think I wouldn't recognize Tolkien's Elvish?"
"I liked the movie," Jack defends himself.
"Try Pig Latin next time!" Daniel snaps, and stalks away.
Jack considers. "Huh. Maybe Klingon will work."
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Now Teal'c considers a very different kind of feline -- a bedraggled kitten, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. As he gently strokes between her ears, her mouth opens in a silent mew, pink tongue flicking a question.
"Yes," he tells her. "I believe we will suit one another quite well."
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"That goalie is calculating the angles all wrong! How can he block the puck if he doesn't --"
"I am disappointed, O'Neill. I was unaware that the Tau'ri cannot resort to violence without protective padding."
"GUYS!" Jack looked at his team with fond exasperation. "Just enjoy it, will you? This is supposed to be fun!"
The impassive gazes morphed into wicked grins, and Jack realized they were playing him.
"Hmph." He folded his arms and huffed. "Just for that, you're all buying your own beer."
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