Laziness
So today I be mostly thinking about lazy fic. You know those 'Getting to know you' emails that go around? I saw one on a livejournal recently, and it reminded me of a Wolverine/Rogue sorta-fic I read once (not meaning to insult it - I really enjoyed it - I say 'sorta-fic' because there wasn't a plot as such). Getting To Know You.
Anyhow, I thought I'd try it as an exercise / bit of fun for the Stargate characters. Initiated by Janet, and including questions such as 'Do you sleep with stuffed toys?', 'Scary movies or happy endings?' and 'Have you ever been convicted of a crime?'. I've given myself a list of characters including the usual (SG-1), plus more minor characters that I like / find interesting, such as Felger, Dr. Lee, Siler, Walter, Paul Davis, Nyan... I don't think Jack, for one, would actually answer such a questionnaire, but hey. It's fun. So far I've written most of Janet's, all of Jack's, and bits of Sam's and Daniel's, and one or two answers from Hammond and Teal'c. Although if anyone else wants a go...?
Funny, Doc. Very funny. For a doctor you make a great comedian.
Hey, this is going to MacKenzie. Is there something I should know?
- Jack.
-----Original Message-----
From: Frasier, Maj. Dr. Janet, MD
Sent: 22 November 2001 14:25
To: Carter, Maj. S; Coombs, Dr. S; Davis, Maj. P; Felger, Dr. J; Ferretti, Maj. L; Hammond, Maj. Gen. G; Harriman, Sgt. W.D.; Jackson, Dr. D; Lee, Dr. B; Loewen, Dr. C; MacKenzie, Dr. E; O'Neill, Col. J; Nyan; Siler, Mstr. Sgt. S; Simmons, Lt. G; Teal'c;
Subject: Getting to Know You
NAME: Colonel Jack J. O'Neill (and no, you don't get to know what the J stands for. Hell, most of you've probably sneaked a look at my files already. Nosy bunch.)
SEX: No comment.
HOME: The Springs, mostly. But at heart a sweet little cabin in Minnesota, with a lake and plenty of trees. I like *Earth* trees.
HEIGHT: 6'1.5. Hey, that .5 is very important, you know?
HAIR: Grey. Sigh. But someone said that was sexy. How's the hangover, Major?
EYES: Brown. Chocolate brown, as someone was heard to describe them recently. God I love tequila.
HOW ARE YOU TODAY?: Fine. The knees aren't great, but that's just the usual background aches.
WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: Green camouflage, like the rest of my team - except Danny. Heh. Who'da thunk he'd still fall for that old one?
CAN YOU JUGGLE?: Yes! I'm quite good at it, too, if I do say so myself.
FAVORITE SMELL: Those chocolate pastry cookie things on that planet with the big-ass market. P-something-or-other... Carter, you remember?
FAVORITE SOUNDTRACK: The Wizard of Oz! Hail Dorothy.
WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?: Coupla bagels and a coffee for breakfast.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE IN 10 YEARS?: Re. Tired. *Again*. If I do it enough, it's gotta stick sometime, right?
WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Pass.
BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Spending time with the people I care about. Preferably whilst fishing. Carter? Daniel? Teal'c? You up for a trip this weekend?
WHAT WAS THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT THIS MORNING?: As I recall, it was a three-step process: 1) Oh my god, I think something died in my head. I hate tequila. 2) Who the hell is-? 3) *God* I love tequila!
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?: Who the hell thought up these questions? Purple.
LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE: Carter. To ask if she'd fill this damn thing in for me. She knows me well enough by now.
WHAT YOU NOTICE FIRST ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX: I decline to answer that on the grounds that it might be taken in evidence against me.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FAIRGROUND RIDE?: Rollercoasters, I guess. Fairgrounds are pretty boring. So not comparable to going through the Gate, or flying a plane, or... hell, a lot of the things I've done. I liked 'em when I was a kid, though.
FAVORITE SNAPPLE: Iced tea.
FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH: Ice hockey. It's the only way.
PEN OR PENCIL?: Either, so long as I can doodle without Hammond noticing.
WHAT YOU'RE NOT: A pacifist.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: Yes. Twice. I don't know why I got so lucky.
DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM WEDDING: One that isn't interrupted by an intergalactic emergency. And there's cake. Lots of cake. And very few people. Maybe a coupla aliens, just for that exotic touch.
TATTOOS - WHERE AND WHAT?: Don't like 'em. If I had to have one... I guess it'd probably be something Simpsons. On my ass. Heh. Or maybe the Earth Gate address, for if I get lost or have my memory wiped, or... except that'd be pretty stupid when it came to keeping secrets from the enemy. "No, I won't tell you the address." "Hey, what's that written on your ass?" "D'oh!"
EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?: Only when unless forced at gunpoint. Man, that was a weird-ass planet.
DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED TOYS?: Absolutely not. I'd rather cuddle a person than a toy. Uh, and I'll hunt you down and kill you if you tell anyone I said that.
CATS OR DOGS?: Dogs. Dogs are my favorite people. I'm gonna get one, one of these days. Probably a lab. Chocolate-colored. To go with my EYES.
DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE?: Love it. But not with my whole team on a long journey, because can anyone say annoying? How about childish?
WHAT IS ON YOUR WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?: In my *room*? What am I, ten? Don't answer that. On the walls in the *house* that I own there's pictures and stuff, a big honkin' fish that my grandad caught and had stuffed, a few photos... the usual.
STAR SIGN: I dunno. Who cares? It's all crap. Someone carrying scales or water or something.
DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: I did, mostly.
FAVORITE FOOD: Guinness. And pizza. And cake, of course.
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Beer. Or good whiskey.
FAVORITE ITEM: Photo album.
LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: Some lame-ass sci-fi thing that Teal'c rented. Cool fights, though.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?: Fishing, hopefully. And watching the game, stargazing, drinking beer...
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Sad-but-happy endings. You know, like Casablanca.
WINTER OR SUMMER?: Winter. In Minnesota. Nothing like cuddling up by the fire when it's below zero outside, and the wind's howling around the cabin...
DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?: There are right keys? Which ones? Major, you're good at typing, come give me a lesson. My office, 1700 hrs.
WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?: That'd be classified. But it's mostly socks and fluff.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A CRIME?: Um... yeah. Several times. In several countries. Heck, in several galaxies, if you really wanna know.
DO YOU GET MOTION SICKNESS?: Nope.
HUGS OR KISSES?: Kisses. But sometimes you've gotta just take what you can get.
CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?: Chocolate, preferably in cake form.
CROUTONS OR BACON BITS?: Both. I like my salads to have plenty of protein. Hell, leave the lettuce, just gimme the croutons and bacon bits. And ranch dressing. And some cheese. Shutup, Doc.
FAVORITE NUMBER: Carter's IQ.
HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?: As many as possible. Some people take the hint. Unless it's the SGC with another intergalactic emergency, in which case I answer as soon as possible. Of course.
THUNDERSTORMS - COOL OR SCARY?: Cool. Except when you're stuck nine clicks from the goddamn Gate with no rain gear because someone who shall remain nameless, Major, said we wouldn't need it.
LAST BOOK YOU READ: Er... 'Guns, Germs & Steel: The Fate Of Human Societies' by Jared Diamond.
WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?: 1960 Corvette Chevy. In turquoise.
WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?: Homer Simpson.
FAVORITE TV SHOW?: Simpsons, duh. Anyone seeing the theme yet?
IF YOU COULD MEET ANYONE ALIVE, DEAD OR IMAGINARY, WHO WOULD IT BE?: Uh, Matt Groening. Or maybe that bastard Ba'al. I'd like to meet him again. I have plans.
GUYS - WOULD YOU GIVE UP YOUR SHIRT FOR A GIRL?: Any time she asks. So long as I can keep my vest on. Hey, I get cold. And I'm not a frickin' twenty-year-old any more, alright?
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: This one. Sappy but true. Or this one but with added free time and less rules. I think I'd like to be a space pirate, too. Or an ice hockey player.
SAY SOMETHING NICE ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS: Doc Frasier is... a good sport who won't stick me full of needles next mission? Please? I'm sorry about the dog, but that was years ago, for cryin' out loud!
WHO ON THE LIST IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL?: Daniel, because he just brought back that rock thing from the last mission, so he's not going to read emails, eat lunch, or leave his office for the next 36 hours. That reminds me, I'd better go bring him a sandwich or something, or he's gonna starve.
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