second_batgirl is doing this over on her LJ, and I'm a godawful copycat. Also, I'm still feeling writerly, but not inclined to touch any of the (way too many) WiPs I've got on my hard drive. So:
Comment, and I'll write you a drabble-ish, ficlet-y thing based on the icon you use.
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For once, there wasn't much to worry about-- Elizabeth and the mayor got along like a house on fire, and Teyla promised that the hostage thing was absolutely par for the course-- and so John had made the executive decision that they'd spend the week enjoying themselves as much as they could.
"Do we have to go back?" McKay asked lazily, sprawled on an obscenely comfortable lounge chair under a canopy. "The service here is fantastic. Seriously: the sooner we figure out where the automated massage room is in Atlantis, the better ( ... )
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