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[ana_grrl]

So, I subscribed to the cuteoverload LJ feed, and while I have to admit that the pictures do a lot for my blood pressure (World Peace Through Cute Overload, yo), I have this horrible fear that I'll end up writing fic where - oh, say Jayne/Simon turn into gerbils or something and spend a lot of time making cozy nests and being carried around in

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Respectful of Otters (1/2)

[ana_grrl]

Lorne could only blame himself. Standing in the 'gate room, waiting to head off-world with his team, he should have been thinking about mission objectives.

Instead, he'd been thinking about sea otters. Otters, he'd decided, would love Atlantis, especially some of the lower levels where the city opened up, forming pools of water surrounded by flat, gently sloped sides.

Otters would be useful too, able to get to areas of the city that were flooded. They could be sent to retrieve precious bits of technology that McKay needed now, now, absolutely now. Otters wouldn't have to worry about rashes and brushing up against questionable algae, and never, ever wanting to smell stale seawater again. They'd probably love it. And if they got the gene therapy? Even better.

"Are you thinking about otters again, sir?" Cadman asked.

"No," he replied, absently scratching at his hip and decidedly not thinking about algae and rashes and getting the worst details

Re: Respectful of Otters (1/2)

[raincitygirl]

Bwahahah!!!!

Re: Respectful of Otters (1/2)

[ana_grrl]

I suspect I am in the process of losing my mind.