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[wabbitseason]

A receptionist sat behind a desk next to an old-fashioned switchboard, occasionally snacking on a piece of peanut brittle. She was screening the incoming muses for the Writer who had sequestered herself in the Green Room. Glancing at the line forming up since that morning, the receptionist sighed. Her job didn't pay nearly enough for this

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[isabeau]

"Tanith." A longer pause. "Tok'ra."

"Sorry," the receptionist returned to her peanut brittle, "you belong next door with Isabeau. This writer doesn't accept Stargate muses."

*hysterical giggles*

I'm not going to thank you for this. If I get a Tanith muse, I don't think I can even /conceive/ of the damage he and Wepwawet would get up to together. Oy.

(And, um. Tok'ra? Nice try, Tanith. snerk.)

[wabbitseason]

*hysterical giggles*

I thought you might appreciate the humor... even if you can't accept the muse.

(And, um. Tok'ra? Nice try, Tanith. snerk.)

"She'd only seen me in that one episode. And you can't believe everything that Teal'c says."