Masquerade, by Sophonisba
-title- Masquerade
-author- Sophonisba (saphanibaal)
-warnings- None, really. Gen.
-characters- Ford, Sheppard, McKay, Teyla
-disclaimer- I own no part of Stargate: Atlantis. Nor of Star Wars or Back To The Future, for that matter. One of Teyla's lines was inspired by one of Delenn's in Eyrie Productions' Symphony of the Sword -- the second symphony, IIRC.
-word count- 336
-summary- The most important part of any masquerade: planning one's costume.
"Well, I think it's a good idea," Lieutenant Ford said. "The SGC used to have a big costume party once a year, and everyone had fun at it. I could be Lando Calrissian again, or... hmm..." he looked round the mess hall quickly... "a giant robot, I think we've got enough lock-together rods and that linenish polyester stuff Stackhouse's troop found on the fourth level to put together any number of blocky shapes. Come on, there must be something you could go as."
"A genius physicist-engineer unlocking the secrets of Ancient technology," Dr. McKay answered.
Teyla Emmagan blinked. "But you are a genius physicist-engineer unlocking the secrets of Ancestral technology."
"There you are, then. It'll be a very easy costume."
"Do you have a costume in mind, Teyla?" Major Sheppard interjected.
"I shall come as Elizabeth Weir," Teyla said. "I believe she will be willing to loan me a jacket."
"Uh," said Ford. "That's a bit..."
"I heard Zelenka and Kusanagi were going to switch flag patches and go as each other," Sheppard said.
"So are you planning to dress up for this?" McKay asked him.
"I'm supposed to set an example," he said mildly. "I could reuse my SCA identity, or I could put in the work and go as Clara Clayton."
"Clara Clayton?" Ford and McKay repeated, flabbergasted.
Teyla blinked.
"I really liked her character," Sheppard said, "and that'd be an interesting costume to make... although I probably couldn't get the underthings very accurate, not unless someone has a corset they're willing to lend me, or perhaps Carson has a pressure bandage I might be able to borrow, which would help with getting the right look and maybe allow me to save on fabric..." he looked at the ceiling, mentally calculating.
Ford and McKay exchanged glances that roughly said "our team leader is a strange and disturbed man, and we don't even want to know what sort of expertise he might have at making a nineteenth-century lady's outfit."
Teyla blinked.
-author- Sophonisba (saphanibaal)
-warnings- None, really. Gen.
-characters- Ford, Sheppard, McKay, Teyla
-disclaimer- I own no part of Stargate: Atlantis. Nor of Star Wars or Back To The Future, for that matter. One of Teyla's lines was inspired by one of Delenn's in Eyrie Productions' Symphony of the Sword -- the second symphony, IIRC.
-word count- 336
-summary- The most important part of any masquerade: planning one's costume.
"Well, I think it's a good idea," Lieutenant Ford said. "The SGC used to have a big costume party once a year, and everyone had fun at it. I could be Lando Calrissian again, or... hmm..." he looked round the mess hall quickly... "a giant robot, I think we've got enough lock-together rods and that linenish polyester stuff Stackhouse's troop found on the fourth level to put together any number of blocky shapes. Come on, there must be something you could go as."
"A genius physicist-engineer unlocking the secrets of Ancient technology," Dr. McKay answered.
Teyla Emmagan blinked. "But you are a genius physicist-engineer unlocking the secrets of Ancestral technology."
"There you are, then. It'll be a very easy costume."
"Do you have a costume in mind, Teyla?" Major Sheppard interjected.
"I shall come as Elizabeth Weir," Teyla said. "I believe she will be willing to loan me a jacket."
"Uh," said Ford. "That's a bit..."
"I heard Zelenka and Kusanagi were going to switch flag patches and go as each other," Sheppard said.
"So are you planning to dress up for this?" McKay asked him.
"I'm supposed to set an example," he said mildly. "I could reuse my SCA identity, or I could put in the work and go as Clara Clayton."
"Clara Clayton?" Ford and McKay repeated, flabbergasted.
Teyla blinked.
"I really liked her character," Sheppard said, "and that'd be an interesting costume to make... although I probably couldn't get the underthings very accurate, not unless someone has a corset they're willing to lend me, or perhaps Carson has a pressure bandage I might be able to borrow, which would help with getting the right look and maybe allow me to save on fabric..." he looked at the ceiling, mentally calculating.
Ford and McKay exchanged glances that roughly said "our team leader is a strange and disturbed man, and we don't even want to know what sort of expertise he might have at making a nineteenth-century lady's outfit."
Teyla blinked.