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.