Aug 23, 2008 15:25
I'm supposed to be writing job application narrative statements this weekend, so--um, prompt me for commentfic with which I can bribe myself one-fic-one-statement?
I will probably work best off of prompts in the form of "The scene where blah blah blah happens."
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"I thought I ordered the steak," Cam says with a nod and his smoothest smile as he accepts the plate from the server. The gate's translation program doesn't work here, so he figures as long as he gets the tone of voice right, he's okay.
To his left, the General (offworld one night only! special performance by request of the Grell!) accepts his own plate. "SG-1 always orders the steak," O'Neill says with a beautiful grin. "And it always gets the fucking squid."
Cam blinks.
The Grell minister across the table smiles widely at them and points at the dish. It's like a tiny late-night horror movie on Cam's plate, tentacles everywhere, gripping little mushrooms and lurking under the grain. "Tsaga," the Grell minister says helpfully.
"Fucking squid," says the General, equally helpfully.
"Tsaga," says Cam, desperately trying not to burst out laughing.
"Fahking squit," says the Grell minister politely.
"What are you doing to me here, Jack?" says Jackson.
O'Neill picks up a tentacle wrapped around a yellow sliver of alien vegetable and pops it into his mouth. "I am facilitating communication, Daniel," he says around the chewing.
Jackson rolls his eyes and goes back to discussing treaties with the Grell minister; O'Neill eats another tentacle.
"For the record," Cam says to no one in particular, "this is the first time we've been served the fucking squid on my watch." It's true; they've been to Grell three times without O'Neill.
"Ah," says the General. "But are you ordering the steak?"
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So many good words in it (gripping! lurking! grain!) and so very visual.
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So happy you are bored!
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