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    Originally posted by Sparky She-Demon View Post
    Sorry. Tried listening to classical music?
    I haven't done that in a really long time.

    I'm sure something will Spark my muse again.
    I tell you Teal'c, hockey is the coolest game on Earth!

    Did you not say it is played on ice, O'Neill?

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      Some friends and I played around with giving each other reds just to see what would happen. It was fun. The rep ranks for reds are still listed in ShadowMaat's thread


      On the negative side (Gateworld no longer allows the granting of negative rep), you have:

      ...has to retake the Academy entrance exam.
      ...has been reassigned to the basement of Area 51.
      ...has been suspended from active duty.
      ...has been dishonourably discharged.
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        Originally posted by Nolamom View Post
        Some friends and I played around with giving each other reds just to see what would happen. It was fun. The rep ranks for reds are still listed in ShadowMaat's thread
        Eesh. I can see why they stopped that!
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          Originally posted by Nolamom View Post
          Some friends and I played around with giving each other reds just to see what would happen. It was fun. The rep ranks for reds are still listed in ShadowMaat's thread

          On the negative side (Gateworld no longer allows the granting of negative rep), you have:

          ...has to retake the Academy entrance exam.
          ...has been reassigned to the basement of Area 51.
          ...has been suspended from active duty.
          ...has been dishonourably discharged.
          *dies laughing* Well, at least they came up with some humorous flavor text for it!
          (This is legal notice that any attempt to censor or delete, for the purpose of oppressing fair and open discussion, any statement made by me will be considered a violation of my right to free speech as guaranteed by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, and will be dealt with in accordance with federal law.)
          Sparky is on screen. Therefore, it is canon. Elizabeth is still out there. And John WILL bring her home.

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            International Talk Like a Pirate Day - Sept. 19th

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              Hey Nola, think you could do a gif of John and Elizabeth swimming in the gutter?
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                Originally posted by Nolamom View Post
                International Talk Like a Pirate Day - Sept. 19th



                Now that's an important day.

                I remember this cute fic where John discussed becoming pirates or ninjas with Elizabeth. Let me see if I can find it. Of course, I don't remember anything else about the fic so I'm probably not going to find it.

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                  I found it!! It's in a classic "Rites of Spring"l

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                      Will be snurching that tomorrow!
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                        So I'm waiting for iOS 7 to finish downloading on my iPhone 5 and my iPad Mini and my muse came back to life (temporarily, and very heavily inspired by recent events) and brought me this.

                        Enjoy!

                        Spoiler:
                        Elizabeth Weir was sick and tired of being sick.

                        And tired.

                        Two days ago, she had woken up with a sore throat. A sane person would have taken care of herself, even gone to visit the resident doctor who seemed to be an expert in every disease that had or hadn’t been encountered.

                        And instead, she spent the entire day -- and night -- behind her desk, preparing her reports to send in the monthly data stream to the SGC.

                        So it wasn’t much of a surprise when she woke up the next morning with a full blown head cold.

                        Her father had once told her that her work ethic was going to be the end of her. At the time, she thought that it was said in reference to her fervent work with attempting to end the need for nuclear weapons. As she got older, it was becoming clearer to her that she would likely be found dead behind her desk.

                        But seeing as how her head currently felt like it was going to implode, she was beginning to doubt that as well.

                        Remembering that there were still some DayQuil pills in her bathroom drawer, she swallowed them with a half bottle of water and got dressed, trying to ignore the pounding that no amount of temple-rubbing would dissipate.

                        Many teams were departing that day, so she had been content to stay in her office and catch up on paperwork. But the one moment that she excused herself to blow her nose and cough violently, Carson had walked around the corner.

                        Perfect.

                        The good doctor had confined her to the infirmary bed and then to her room, forcing her to swear that she wouldn’t do any work, or try to download anything onto her palm device. She gave a moaned nod, Carson injected something in her arm (he had told her what it was, but by this point her ears had disconnected from her brain), then Elizabeth slumped back to her room and locked the door behind her.

                        Whatever Carson had given her seemed to help a little. She had woken up this morning and the light from the windows wasn’t causing her eyes to bleed. The sore throat and sinus pressure was gone, but the runny nose was here.

                        She groaned as she stretched her arms above her head, then glanced sideways.

                        A steaming cup of coffee, along with a bowl of what appeared to be chicken noodle soup, was sitting on her nightstand.

                        Elizabeth frowned, reaching for the small handwritten note pinned to the surface by the spoon.

                        Got back and heard you were sick. Thought this might make you feel better. Let me know if you need anything.

                        John


                        She allowed herself a small smile and reached for the coffee.

                        -----------

                        John closed the lid on his laptop and leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands behind his head.

                        His comm chirped and he reached up to answer it, sighing as he did so. “Sheppard, go ahead.”

                        “Thank you for the soup.”

                        He straightened up in his seat. “Hey,” he replied with a chuckle. “You feeling better?”

                        “A little bit.” Elizabeth coughed. “Nose is running like Niagara Falls, but otherwise, I feel more human than I have been.”

                        “Good to hear.”

                        The silence was uneasy for a second, until Elizabeth started speaking again. “Would you mind running an errand for me?”

                        “I’m not bringing your tablet down from your office.”

                        He heard a disgruntled muttered curse from the other end of the comm and he smirked. Sometimes, he knew her too well.

                        “But I will do room service and come remove the dirty dishes. And I hear that there’s chocolate jello in the cafeteria.”

                        “That would be wonderful.”

                        “Be there in ten minutes.”

                        -----------

                        Elizabeth’s door chimed and she threw back the covers on her bed. “Just a second.”

                        “Are you decent?” John yelled through the doors.

                        Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock that her military commander would yell something like that -- especially in front of her quarters -- but considering the context, she understood why.

                        In a raspy voice, she shouted, “Yes!”

                        The doors opened and John walked in, holding a white bowl about five inches in diameter almost filled to the brim with chocolate pudding.

                        “You’re so wonderful, I take back everything I said in my last evaluation,” Elizabeth deadpanned as he handed it to her.

                        He laughed and grabbed her empty coffee cup and her mostly empty soup bowl. “Can I get you anything else, Miss Weir?” he asked, employing a bad Southern accent in an effort to make her laugh.

                        It succeeded. “John, promise me that you’ll never be a Southern belle drag queen. You wouldn’t last.”

                        John narrowed his eyes. “Please tell me that’s the drugs talking.”

                        Elizabeth chuckled. “Let’s go with that.”

                        John shook his head. “I’ll come back when I’m positive that you’re not doped up and going to insult my masculinity.”

                        “No promises,” she replied, snuggling down into the pillow with her bowl of pudding.

                        John smiled and turned to go, but paused and looked back to Elizabeth.

                        Her blue robe was wrapped around her lithe body loosely, her wavy hair was framing her face in a fashion similar to a peacock, and she was scooping the pudding into her mouth as if she hadn’t tasted chocolate in years.

                        She was adorable.

                        In a lower voice, he said, “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

                        Elizabeth paused with the pudding just long enough to gaze up at him and smile. “I’m really good. Thanks for everything.”

                        John nodded at her and left the room, silently wondering how long until Elizabeth would realize that she had a chocolate mustache.
                        Last edited by ShipperWriter; 19 September 2013, 03:57 AM.

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                          Originally posted by JT-2 View Post
                          I found it!! It's in a classic "Rites of Spring"l
                          *bookmarks for later*

                          Originally posted by ShipperWriter View Post
                          So I'm waiting for iOS 7 to finish downloading on my iPhone 5 and my iPad Mini and my muse came back to life (temporarily, and very heavily inspired by recent events) and brought me this.

                          Enjoy!

                          Spoiler:
                          Elizabeth Weir was sick and tired of being sick.

                          And tired.

                          Two days ago, she had woken up with a sore throat. A sane person would have taken care of herself, even gone to visit the resident doctor who seemed to be an expert in every disease that had or hadn’t been encountered.

                          And instead, she spent the entire day -- and night -- behind her desk, preparing her reports to send in the monthly data stream to the SGC.

                          So it wasn’t much of a surprise when she woke up the next morning with a full blown head cold.

                          Her father had once told her that her work ethic was going to be the end of her. At the time, she thought that it was said in reference to her fervent work with attempting to end the need for nuclear weapons. As she got older, it was becoming clearer to her that she would likely be found dead behind her desk.

                          But seeing as how her head currently felt like it was going to implode, she was beginning to doubt that as well.

                          Remembering that there were still some DayQuil pills in her bathroom drawer, she swallowed them with a half bottle of water and got dressed, trying to ignore the pounding that no amount of temple-rubbing would dissipate.

                          Many teams were departing that day, so she had been content to stay in her office and catch up on paperwork. But the one moment that she excused herself to blow her nose and cough violently, Carson had walked around the corner.

                          Perfect.

                          The good doctor had confined her to the infirmary bed and then to her room, forcing her to swear that she wouldn’t do any work, or try to download anything onto her palm device. She gave a moaned nod, Carson injected something in her arm (he had told her what it was, but by this point her ears had disconnected from her brain), then Elizabeth slumped back to her room and locked the door behind her.

                          Whatever Carson had given her seemed to help a little. She had woken up this morning and the light from the windows wasn’t causing her eyes to bleed. The sore throat and sinus pressure was gone, but the runny nose was here.

                          She groaned as she stretched her arms above her head, then glanced sideways.

                          A steaming cup of coffee, along with a bowl of what appeared to be chicken noodle soup, was sitting on her nightstand.

                          Elizabeth frowned, reaching for the small handwritten note pinned to the surface by the spoon.

                          Got back and heard you were sick. Thought this might make you feel better. Let me know if you need anything.

                          John


                          She allowed herself a small smile and reached for the coffee.

                          -----------

                          John closed the lid on his laptop and leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands behind his head.

                          His comm chirped and he reached up to answer it, sighing as he did so. “Sheppard, go ahead.”

                          “Thank you for the soup.”

                          He straightened up in his seat. “Hey,” he replied with a chuckle. “You feeling better?”

                          “A little bit.” Elizabeth coughed. “Nose is running like Niagara Falls, but otherwise, I feel more human than I have been.”

                          “Good to hear.”

                          The silence was uneasy for a second, until Elizabeth started speaking again. “Would you mind running an errand for me?”

                          “I’m not bringing your tablet down from your office.”

                          He heard a disgruntled muttered curse from the other end of the comm and he smirked. Sometimes, he knew her too well.

                          “But I will do room service and come remove the dirty dishes. And I hear that there’s chocolate jello in the cafeteria.”

                          “That would be wonderful.”

                          “Be there in ten minutes.”

                          -----------

                          Elizabeth’s door chimed and she threw back the covers on her bed. “Just a second.”

                          “Are you decent?” John yelled through the doors.

                          Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock that her military commander would yell something like that -- especially in front of her quarters -- but considering the context, she understood why.

                          In a raspy voice, she shouted, “Yes!”

                          The doors opened and John walked in, holding a white bowl about five inches in diameter almost filled to the brim with chocolate pudding.

                          “You’re so wonderful, I take back everything I said in my last evaluation,” Elizabeth deadpanned as he handed it to her.

                          He laughed and grabbed her empty coffee cup and her mostly empty soup bowl. “Can I get you anything else, Miss Weir?” he asked, employing a bad Southern accent in an effort to make her laugh.

                          It succeeded. “John, promise me that you’ll never be a Southern belle drag queen. You wouldn’t last.”

                          John narrowed his eyes. “Please tell me that’s the drugs talking.”

                          Elizabeth chuckled. “Let’s go with that.”

                          John shook his head. “I’ll come back when I’m positive that you’re not doped up and going to insult my masculinity.”

                          “No promises,” she replied, snuggling down into the pillow with her bowl of pudding.

                          John smiled and turned to go, but paused and looked back to Elizabeth.

                          Her blue robe was wrapped around her lithe body loosely, her wavy hair was framing her face in a fashion similar to a peacock, and she was scooping the pudding into her mouth as if she hadn’t tasted chocolate in years.

                          She was adorable.

                          In a lower voice, he said, “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

                          Elizabeth paused with the pudding just long enough to gaze up at him and smile. “I’m really good. Thanks for everything.”

                          John nodded at her and left the room, silently wondering how long until Elizabeth would realize that she had a chocolate mustache.
                          Simply adorbs, as Stacy would say. Yes, I watch What Not To Wear. It's my guilty pleasure. If he can think she's adorable all that sick, it must be love.


                          On a personal note, how is the IOS 7 download working out. Some people I follow on Twitter are not happy with some of the changes.
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                            Originally posted by Southern Red View Post
                            Simply adorbs, as Stacy would say. Yes, I watch What Not To Wear. It's my guilty pleasure. If he can think she's adorable all that sick, it must be love.

                            On a personal note, how is the IOS 7 download working out. Some people I follow on Twitter are not happy with some of the changes.
                            Thanks! Had a little bit of fun writing this one!

                            I downloaded both devices with ease and love it. I mean, it does take some time to get used to the new design, but I like it. I do have a problem with the fact that you can't pick how many emails to keep in your inbox -- right now, it's telling me that I have 400+ in Gmail because I have some older messages that I've never cleaned out. Aside from that, I love it. My iPad keyboard is even bigger.

                            My deaf student, on the other hand, hates the design. But she's also a 15 year old. She may fall head over heels tomorrow.

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                              Good lord, that was hilarious SW!
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                                Originally posted by ShipperWriter View Post
                                Thanks! Had a little bit of fun writing this one!

                                I downloaded both devices with ease and love it. I mean, it does take some time to get used to the new design, but I like it. I do have a problem with the fact that you can't pick how many emails to keep in your inbox -- right now, it's telling me that I have 400+ in Gmail because I have some older messages that I've never cleaned out. Aside from that, I love it. My iPad keyboard is even bigger.

                                My deaf student, on the other hand, hates the design. But she's also a 15 year old. She may fall head over heels tomorrow.
                                Yeah, you know these young'uns hate change.
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                                Visit us at SGA Rising for our version of season six.

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