Rodney McKay was building something, out of one of his computers and his science fair project. There was metal bits and circuit boards strewn about. Yes, he could have done this inside, but he also knew he might generate a little smoke if anything went wrong, so he was playing it safe ( Read more... )

Rodney was sitting out with a cup of coffee in one hand, and a donut in the other. Meg obviously had been lying to him about liking him. It was all some elaborate plan to get him to embarass himself and... oh god, had she taken pictures last night? Secret video tape of him and his pudge all naked ( Read more... )

Not that Ken had classes, but it was after the afternoon class period that he had ended up sitting on his dorm porch with a radio.

Listening to an 80's Rock station, listening to music he didn't recognize.

He really, really wished he wasn't sober right now.

[ooc: Open! (Also, I apologize if I disappear for awhile after 2 pm EST)]

Rodney was recovering from an... interesting weekend.

He wasn't sure he could ever live down the embarassment. So he was prepared to pretend it didn't happen.

For now, he sat on the porch, eating a bear claw, reading Proust. It was the sort of thing he could get his mind around to ignore other things.

[ooc: Open.]

Sousuke was standing out on the porch, staring pensively into the distance, not quite sure what to do with himself. He'd been off balance all week, something that hadn't happened since he'd been back in Tokyo, with Wraith watching from a distance, trying to put him on edge. That was how he felt--like someone was staring down a gun sight at him ( Read more... )

Integral sat outside on the front porch quietly smoking a cigar. She was not feeling very social despite the earlier noise she had heard from the common area. She was still having trouble adjusting to the fact that she was in the future. Especially given the fact that when she called home for progress reports it was indeed the rightful year ( Read more... )

After the big black government car pulled away, Rodney was left with a dilemma.

He had two heavy boxes and three big suitcases to move to his room.

And no way he was going to do that.

[ooc: Open! Muhuahahaha.]

Walter had brought a fan outside in a vain attempt to blow some of the muggy air around and was sitting in the shade of the porch with his feet up on the railing, a cigarette, and a tall glass of lemonade.

Summer in Louisiana? Sucked, in his opinion.

[ooc: Uncreative, but open.]

Walter hated Louisiana weather. Let's just get that straight right now.

Hated it. Too hot. Too humid. Too bloody much rain too much of the time.

His response?

Lemonade.

Lemonade and the exchange of services with a certain witch that happened off camera because the mun doesn't like playing with herself meant that he had in his possession a ( Read more... )

Walter sat back and put his feet up on the porch railing, enjoying a cigarette and pondering the differences between then and now. Which was more significant when "then" is 1947 and he had just been there ( Read more... )