drabble requests

[pogrebin]

To stave off the growing madness and give me something creative to do that distracts me from the other creative thing I'm supposed to be doing...

Give me prompts and I will attempt to write you drabbles. Themes, quotes, items, ideas, timeframes

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part one

[pogrebin]

so, this got kind of out of control. um. Replicate!Team from 'This Mortal Coil'!fic.

carry it with you

It's maybe after the fourth or fifth planet in a six-month time frame that Sheppard starts to get suspicious. The inhabitants are friendly. Not dumb-and-curious First Contact kind of friendly but more we-make-fun-of-your-hair kind of friendly, and Sheppard had finally snapped when one of the spear-wielding guys in a loincloth and sandals (honest to fuck, sandals) had pointed at his head and said, solemnly, "the hair-gel is strong with this one" in exactly the right intonation

part two

[pogrebin]

Five or six planets out of the thirty odd they visit in that time isn't so bad, and Woolsey doesn't seem that panicked about the whole thing, reasoning that it was only a matter of time before stories about AR-1 spread around the Pegasus Galaxy, they were probably minor celebrities, so suck it up, and try not to embarass Atlantis. He'd looked directly at John while delivering a surprisingly subtle coded warning about sleeping around with off-world women and John had shrugged back, figuring, hey, people round here seemed more than willing to make up myths about him that had little to no basis in fact so why not the rest of the galaxy? So John tries to put it out of his mind, and when Rodney suggests that maybe they alter their recon criterion, to maybe avoid the planets on the main trade routes and go for less inhabited (read: less celebrity-culture saturated) worlds, John's all over it

part three

[pogrebin]

It is, of course. But they're only more competent at First Contact because spears through the gut matter a hell of a lot less when you've got nanites running through your body just thrumming to heal you up. By the end of the third month of Operation Sneak-Around-The-Pegasus-Galaxy-and-Secretly-Do-Our-Old-Jobs Sheppard's pretty sure that every Gate Team ever should be injected with them. It's kind of inevitable that they're going to get caught. They haven't exactly been stealthy, despite Elizabeth's insistence on fake names and different hair, after the first year they got kind of sloppy and so that's pretty much how they end up on M2L-135 face to face with what they've taken to calling the original series versions of themselves (and they're the stylish, high-production value, 2005 reboot, of course

part four

[pogrebin]

It all works out pretty well, actually. The Atlantis team promises them some supplies on the sly, and they sit down with a starmap and divide up territory (which is a little weird, and both Teylas seem on the verge of giving them all a lecture about colonialism, and possibly maybe the British empire but instead they just roll their eyes at each other and shift a bit closer together, a universal gesture of how did we get stuck with these total dorks but in an affectionate sort of way, probably, anyway) and they basically strike a deal to keep off each other's galactic lawns, and possibly exchange information every now and then, via dead-drops rather than face-to-face meetings cause even though the McKays get on great it's still supremely awkward and both Sheppards privately think it's only a matter of time before the McKay's either band together and take over the galaxy or fall out in a spectacular imploding star sort of way, and neither option bodes well

Re: part four

[charlie_d_blue]

Oh boy, I don't know how many people are as in love with the replicate!team as we are, but there damn well should be more!

Loved it! Teyla and colonialism! Xena, Warrior Princess, with her hot, buff drag!Gabriel. The the stylish, high-production value, 2005 reboot! Sheppard's hair! The definition of replicate!team that perfectly encapsulates how utterly brilliant it would be to have an unrestrained and not tied down team running around the universe:

"Someone out there is visiting backwater worlds in the Pegasus Galaxy and playing fast and loose with pop-culture trivia from Earth. Till about six months ago, he was pretty sure that was their job. Except now it's being done by what appears to be a vastly more competent and helpful version of them.

Oh, love.

Re: part four

[pogrebin]

Oh man, thankyou, hon. There is so much more in this universe that deserves to be written. And fuck yes, the tales of this 'unrestrained and not tied down team' totally deserves to be explored (do you write fic? cause you should! you love them enough) and yes, there are so many spaces in the fic that need writing up, and god, maybe I'll do it, because it's eaten my brain.

There needs to be a whole fic about replicate!Sheppard's hair...

Re: part four

[charlie_d_blue]

Haha, I have been known to write fic on occasion, but only when the mood strikes me. Replicator team is a mood in and of itself, so we'll see. :P I'm definitely looking forward to more from you if you ever get around to filling in those spaces.

Yes. I Believe replicate!Sheppard has a journal that started out as a serious endeavour to catalogue whether his thoughts were changing or evolving due to his replicator nature, and ended up being a rant!diary about his many and varied evasions of Weir's attempts to disguise his hair, and the hijinks he and his follicles got up to together.

Ahem:
Date: 16 months, 5 days since 'death.' (Ha! Suckers!)

Team: Still alive. Limbs intact.

Hair: Still going strong; believe follicles have reinforced self-esteem due to receding nature of their rival, the McKay tuft. Have convinced self that silvery temples are purely due to nanite technology adding fashionable glimmer. Was forced to demote Ronon from Teyla, Warrior Princess' sidekick to Dreadlocked Pirate once again due to his blatant and utterly