My two were entry 100: "Why is it called a Jolly Roger?" asked Ronon, slumped in the co-pilot's seat and obviously bored.
John was too busy navigating the asteroid field to give the question serious consideration. Besides, he didn't remember and it wasn't like he could look it up. "It just is."
John was keeping all his attention on the console and the ship's heads-up display, so he couldn't look over at Ronon to see the cynical eyebrow lift he was pretty sure was being directed at him. Ronon said, "We painted it on the ship and you don't know what it is."
"I know what it is," John corrected patiently. "I just don't know why it's called that." He remembered knowing it once, probably in fourth grade, years ago and a galaxy away. Just another lost thing. "You remember the story behind every weird tradition in the whole history of Sateda?"
Before Ronon could claim that he did and prove it by making up a bunch of crap, Teyla ducked into the cockpit. She said, "It is enough that it is an Earth tradition that fits our situation, like the Athosian broken bantos rods painted beside it." She leaned on the back of John's pilot's chair. "All is ready in the jumper. How much longer?
I recommend it highly. It is a long ploty gen fic with Space Pirates; and Cath brings out the humor and team feelings.
and entry 106 When Ray woke up with wings he wasn't actually that whacked out for the first few minutes. Because he figured he wasn't really awake, that this was just another in the series of "I am some kind of bizarre freak" dreams he'd been having lately. In the past week or so he'd been a man-lizard-thing, and a centaur, and one of those carnival guys who eats lightbulbs. And in every dream there'd been people pointing and staring and laughing, so this one wasn't that bad, what with being set in the privacy of his apartment and not featuring a throatful of broken glass. So he just got the briefest glimpse--brown and white feathers, big--before he closed his eyes in the dream and waited to drift into blank sleep or just one of his more usual dreams, like the one where Vecchio insisted they trade cars or the one where Fraser was trying to convince him that Canadians always slept with peanut butter in their ears.
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Date: 2016-04-27 01:50 am (UTC)"Why is it called a Jolly Roger?" asked Ronon, slumped in the co-pilot's seat and obviously bored.
John was too busy navigating the asteroid field to give the question serious consideration. Besides, he didn't remember and it wasn't like he could look it up. "It just is."
John was keeping all his attention on the console and the ship's heads-up display, so he couldn't look over at Ronon to see the cynical eyebrow lift he was pretty sure was being directed at him. Ronon said, "We painted it on the ship and you don't know what it is."
"I know what it is," John corrected patiently. "I just don't know why it's called that." He remembered knowing it once, probably in fourth grade, years ago and a galaxy away. Just another lost thing. "You remember the story behind every weird tradition in the whole history of Sateda?"
Before Ronon could claim that he did and prove it by making up a bunch of crap, Teyla ducked into the cockpit. She said, "It is enough that it is an Earth tradition that fits our situation, like the Athosian broken bantos rods painted beside it." She leaned on the back of John's pilot's chair. "All is ready in the jumper. How much longer?
This is Raiders of the Seven Systems by Podcath from a story by LtLJ; http://archiveofourown.org/works/350295
I recommend it highly. It is a long ploty gen fic with Space Pirates; and Cath brings out the humor and team feelings.
and entry 106
When Ray woke up with wings he wasn't actually that whacked out for the first few minutes. Because he figured he wasn't really awake, that this was just another in the series of "I am some kind of bizarre freak" dreams he'd been having lately. In the past week or so he'd been a man-lizard-thing, and a centaur, and one of those carnival guys who eats lightbulbs. And in every dream there'd been people pointing and staring and laughing, so this one wasn't that bad, what with being set in the privacy of his apartment and not featuring a throatful of broken glass. So he just got the briefest glimpse--brown and white feathers, big--before he closed his eyes in the dream and waited to drift into blank sleep or just one of his more usual dreams, like the one where Vecchio insisted they trade cars or the one where Fraser was trying to convince him that Canadians always slept with peanut butter in their ears.
this is Lift by DesireeArmfeldtPodfic from Spuffyduds: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2554457
A sweet funny wingfic with Fraser and both Rays.