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Nov 22, 2009 02:13

If Owen was in a sour mood today, it was for a good reason. He'd put off laundry day one day too many and was stuck in a t-shirt that read "FRANKIE SAYS RELAX" in giant letters on the front until his first load was done. It was one of the shit parts of the island that he should have been used to by now, but the clothes box refusing to be anything ( Read more... )

dr. daniel jackson, charlie jones, dr. owen harper, lucy carrigan, sally harper, dr. meredith grey

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drownondryland November 22 2009, 08:18:02 UTC

As long days went, this had been a decent one in Meredith's book, which meant she was in a good mood. This in turn meant that as soon as she took one look at what Owen was wearing, she started laughing. "Argument with box," she asked, "or are you just doing laundry?" She was carrying an armful of clothes herself, heading toward the washer and doing her best not to drop any before she got there.

beat_death November 22 2009, 08:36:00 UTC

"Both, actually," Owen said, looking up from his book and a bit on an alien astronaut preserved in a pyramid. It wasn't entirely unplausible, but Owen was pretty sure it was the sort of thing Torchwood would have known about.

"Believe me, Frankie Goes to Hollywood isn't my sort of music."

drownondryland November 22 2009, 08:55:34 UTC

It took a little wrangling, but Meredith managed to get the clothes into a free washing machine before she replied. "Not mine either," she said, smiling and glancing back at him before hunting down the detergent to add. Not all the clothes belonged to her, but with Cristina staying with her now, it was either toss some of her things in, too, or wake up one day, drowning in dirty clothes. "But I guess it's better than the alternatives, knowing that thing. What're you reading?"

beat_death November 22 2009, 09:34:56 UTC

Owen held up the book so that Meredith could see the cover. "Chariots of the Gods?. It's rubbish, but all of the other books on the shelf were picture books."

It wasn't the whole alien part that was rubbish, just all of the sloppily pieced together hypotheses.

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with_diamonds November 22 2009, 08:27:21 UTC

As a rule, Lucy never spent more time in the laundry room than was necessary. In the two years now she'd been on the island, she'd had some of her worst times there -- okay, the one really awful fight maybe a week after she'd shown up -- and being down there, she could never keep herself from thinking about it, no matter how much time had passed.

Now, though, those sorts of memories were practically welcome, if only because they were easier than what else she was dealing with. Being here now was a good way of escaping that, at least briefly. Still, it didn't put her in any better a mood when she walked in, intending to rifle through the box for a bit, see if she could find anything decent. Instead, she found herself staring at the cover of the book someone was reading, eyebrows raised. "Chariots of the Gods?" she read, sounding undeniably dubious. "Please tell me that's as absurd as it looks."

beat_death November 22 2009, 08:57:36 UTC

He held his spot in one place with a finger and shut the book around it.

"Take the two most ridiculous books you've ever read, put them together and add a wizard, and I think you might come close," Owen replied.

with_diamonds November 22 2009, 09:52:18 UTC

"A wizard?" Lucy echoed, letting out a laugh that wasn't quite incredulous. "What, you mean like, magic wands, fireballs, portals, that kind of wizard?" Rolling her eyes, she crouched in front of the box, then glanced back over her shoulder. "I wouldn't have pegged that to be in a book about gods."

beat_death November 22 2009, 10:02:30 UTC

"It's as ridiculous as a book about wizards," Owen corrected, sounding a bit annoyed, "There aren't actually wizards in it."

...at least not that he'd come across yet. Christ, he really hoped there weren't wizards in it.

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dinnerfor1_girl November 22 2009, 13:35:42 UTC

Sally tipped her head to the side as she watched him in that horrid piece of clothing reading a strange book. "Either there's something entirely interesting spiking your drink," she began thoughtfully, "or you were really hoping no one would find you looking like this."

beat_death November 22 2009, 13:54:08 UTC

If only it were that interesting. Owen couldn't help but roll his eyes as he closed his book and looked up at Sally.

"It's laundry day, the clothes box isn't cooperating, and the bookshelf's mostly picture books."

dinnerfor1_girl November 23 2009, 20:48:44 UTC

"I suppose the world could be worse and the fridge could be populated with all your most-hated foods," she said with just the mildest of undercurrents in her tone that implied that Owen enjoyed basking in the misery. "At least you'll have clean clothes soon enough." She wandered closer and leaned against the dryer. "Want company?"

beat_death November 24 2009, 21:02:03 UTC

Owen thought about it for a moment.

"Alright," he said, "But one word about the shirt and that's it."

The last thing he needed was someone hanging around just to take the fucking piss.

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1000_cranes November 22 2009, 20:59:03 UTC

"Wow." Charlie has stopped in the doorway with a basket of laundry balanced against her hip and both eyebrows firmly raised. For a moment, her mouth trembles with the urge to laugh but, somehow, she manages to contain it.

"That's...that's some t-shirt, sugar."

beat_death November 22 2009, 22:09:54 UTC

"Oh, don't start," Owen whined, "It was the only thing the box would give me."

It was like some kind of ridiculous curse; he could never go without seeing someone he knew when days like this came around.

1000_cranes November 22 2009, 22:22:25 UTC

He knows her better than that by now. He knows that telling her not to start is only going to encourage her. Surely he knows that.

"No, no! It's very fetching!"

beat_death November 24 2009, 06:06:12 UTC

"You don't have to patronize me. It's awful, and if it weren't my only option, I wouldn't be wearing it at all."

He was starting to think that going without a shirt at all would have been a better idea.

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theunascended November 23 2009, 01:24:05 UTC

"Hey, Owen," Daniel said distractedly as he walked in. His eyes flashed past the shirt and zoomed on the book. That was what caught his interest, but he waited until his clothes were in the washer to give the thing more than a second glance. The title of the book sounded like it could be the title of one of the Stargate episodes, but the book itself didn't look familiar.

He had been planning on heading up to get his own book. Instead, he lifted his gaze to Owen. "What's it about?"

beat_death November 26 2009, 11:17:44 UTC

Owen didn't know Daniel very well at all-- in fact, he'd had to really think about it for a moment before he rememebered the man's name-- but apparently Daniel had known him before. Well, the Owen from another time at least.

"Aliens," Owen said, closing the book and holding it up so that Daniel could see the cover better, "It's rubbish."

theunascended November 26 2009, 18:11:03 UTC

Daniel glanced over the cover and his face slipped into a frown. "This is some kind of a joke, right? Someone told you?" But that didn't make any sense. Owen was a jackass sometimes, but he wasn't that kind of a jackass. Not without cause. And Daniel had been very good about not bothering the ex-boyfriend, since the ex-boyfriend didn't remember him. Besides, there weren't too many people who knew about his theories. Mostly just SGC personnel and Jack.

"Alien landing pads," he murmured, shaking his head.