LJ is cranky, and the Sox are making my tummy hurt.

[kageygirl]

Gakked from maching_monkey, 'cause maybe it'll help me stop stressing over frelling baseball organize my thoughts.

Write a short summary of each of your works in progress (WIPs) in script form.



Passing the Torch

Sam: Hi, Rodney. Bye, Rodney.
Rodney: You do love me!
Sam: Maybe. But you're outta here. Go see the guy with the hair.
Shep: Yo!

Flock

Shep: They took Teyla and Ford! Crush! Kill! Destroy!
Rodney: Chill, man.
Shep: Leadership issues!
Teyla & Ford: We'll just be over here with the crazy natives.

Viscera

Shep: Snark!
Rodney: Snark!
Shep: Sex!
Rodney: Whoa! OK.

Arm's Length

Rodney: Snark! But it makes you want me.
Shep: Snark! But I have such issues.
Rodney: Crap--you have issues, and I get stuck in your Plot Device?
Shep: Yeah, sorry 'bout that. My bad.

Leviathan

Rodney & Shep & Teyla & Ford: PLOT!
Teyla & Ford: These natives are just whacked.
Rodney & Shep: Whoa, shouldn'ta touched that.
Rodney: Now we must save the galaxy.
Shep: Then we have sex?
Rodney: Maybe. We'll see if you earn it.

Escape Velocity

Rodney: My GOD, I want John. But it would never work.
Shep: I will make you want me too much to resist!
Rodney & Shep: Extended metaphor about general relativity! (no, really. for real.)

Pieces

(during "Suspicion")
Rodney: John's stunned, Teyla & Ford are missing. I am bereft!
Weir (Weir?): I fucked up with the Athosians. I too feel a strange sense of loss.
Teyla: Oh, quit your bitching. My entire PEOPLE dissed me. I am WAY more broken than either of you.

Meanwhile, Back at the Watchtower

Shep: I went apeshit on the Menarians over that whole Genii thing.
Weir: Get your head out of your ass, flyboy!
Rodney: Someone called for woobieness?
Shep: Oh yeah, that'll do it.

ETA: We won! Game 7! Oh, it's going to hurt so if we lose.

Comments

Killing. Myself. Laughing. (Again.)

[maching-monkey.livejournal.com]

Too fucking funny.

Rodney: Crap--you have issues, and I get stuck in your Plot Device?
Shep: Yeah, sorry 'bout that. My bad.

That was ROTFL funny. I love you.

Makes me wish I had more WIPs to do that with...

Leah

Re: Killing. Myself. Laughing. (Again.)

[kageygirl.livejournal.com]

Like you said--really, strangely accurate.

That was really damn therapeutic, actually. It's good to remember not to take the fanfic that seriously. *g*

Oh, we won the game. Phew. I--must eat chocolate now.

[miera-c.livejournal.com]

Teyla: Oh, quit your bitching. My entire PEOPLE dissed me. I am WAY more broken than either of you.

OK THAT I want to read now!

Also? *wilts* I'm not sure my stomach or my heart will survive tomorrow night. I kept pleading during those last two batters when there were 2 strikes "Just live to game 7, kid, come on."

[kageygirl.livejournal.com]

OK THAT I want to read now!

You would pick the one that's completely not working out. *g*

A friend of mine has decided that Curt Shilling is her sports boyfriend, and I really can't argue with her, because--BLEEDING ON THE MOUND. Guh.

[gurrier.livejournal.com]

We won! Game 7! Oh, it's going to hurt so if we lose.

All I know about baseball is that it's not totally unlike cricket. And I'm starting to get all butterfly-tummied about game 7. I can't imagine how fans must feel.

Rodney: Maybe. We'll see if you earn it.

Masterful!Rodney! I so hope that line makes it into the finished fic.

[kageygirl.livejournal.com]

And I'm not even from Boston originally. But, whole town going nuts, hard not to get swept up in the wave of "Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

I so hope that line makes it into the finished fic.

Hee! I mostly hadn't decided if they were going to get it on in that one or not. But now--oh, hey, thought. Fun!Evil thought. Thank you! *eg*

[wickdzoot.livejournal.com]

::sternly:: Stop angsting and WRITE!!!!

[kageygirl.livejournal.com]

Eep! Yes'm.