It's the bestest idea ever, really.

[smittywing]

I had reccea here from Wednesday night to yesterday and it was fabulous. Weekend report to be posted later.

However! The ideas are still flowing, even restricted as we are to IM.

reccea: "Practice makes perfect, McKay," John told him, dropping his backpack next to the wall and settling his hands on his hips, ready to critique Rodney's technique.*Don't* use

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[raisintorte]

YES!!! It makes me very very sad.

Except I don't actually watch the new show. I catch the daily re runs on ABC family. :-) I may watch the last few episodes but still.

ALSO YOU ARE EVIL. Having doing your dirty work for you. tsk tsk.

[raisintorte]

that was supposed to say reccea

[smittywing]

Oh, good, I would hate for you to be deprived. :D

reccea totally wants to write me brothel fic. I'm sure of it.

[raisintorte]

Heh. We've taken to rotating between Strong Medicine and 7th Heaven as our dinner mocking show. :-)

Isn't this how I ended up writing Rodney as a one time drag queen fic?

Yay brothel fic! I'll join in the bugging to write that.

[eliade]

reccea: it's part of a whole other story. Really.
reccea: :-D
smittywing: *beams*
smittywing: it's the brothel story

You tease me with your brothels! I am teased. There should be more brothels in the world. In the Pegasus Galaxy. Men should be brothelized. There should be broth.

...

Zombies ate my brains.

[delurker]

There should be broth.
Hee! Now I want to see a fic where Aliens Make Them Cook Soup. *g*

[smittywing]

*giggles helplessly*

Dude, you totally don't want me to write a brothel story. I'm telling you. Because John would try to liberate them all and Rodney would be all, "Cool, male prostitutes."

[eliade]

Dude, you totally don't want me to write a brothel story. I'm telling you. Because John would try to liberate them all and Rodney would be all, "Cool, male prostitutes."

This is meant to convince me that I *don't* want you to write it?! *shakes head* You'll have to try harder. Meanwhile, I'll use my secret weapon. The icon of Devastating Puppy Eyes.

[delurker]

Any chance we'll be getting this other story? ::hopeful::

[smittywing]

Almost none. You don't want me to write a brothel story, trust me. At best, John will try to liberate them all and Rodney will ask if they can set up again on Atlantis. And let's not even think of the alternative.

"John?" Radek said, tucking his hands behind his head. "He does not touch us. Not even if you ask."

"What is he, straight or something?" Rodney asked, poking through the bowl of fruit to find something untouched by the oranges. John had certainly looked interested enough when he was evaluating Rodney's technique.

"I do not think so, no," Radek said. "But he does not feel it is proper to indulge in our pleasures. Something about taking advantage."

"Taking advantage of hookers?" Rodney asked, deciding that a banana would be all right if he peeled off the skin. "Wait, can someone take advantage of hookers?"

"We are not hookers," Radek said loftily. "We are courtesans."

Rodney stared at him.

"All right, we're hookers. Give me some of that banana."

[bibliokat]

Brothel fic PLEASE??? I mean, I love the snippet, but come on, it's *brothel fic*!