prompt me?

[siegeofangels]

I'm supposed to be writing job application narrative statements this weekend, so--um, prompt me for commentfic with which I can bribe myself one-fic-one-statement?

I will probably work best off of prompts in the form of "The scene where blah blah blah happens."

Comments

[runpunkrun]

How about the scene where Sheppard finally gets a bed he can fit into?

[siegeofangels]

John sits on the edge of the bed and tests its firmness with one hand. Nice. Very nice, he thinks, and smiles to himself at the memory of Rodney badgering the SGC into springing for real hotel rooms instead of the guest suites at the Mountain--none of them could really stomach the thought of staying underground for a week, no windows, mass-produced food

[runpunkrun]

This is a beautiful love story about a man and his mattress. And now I feel even MORE strongly that John needs a new bed!

[siegeofangels]

Thank you!

He needs furniture that his feet do not hang off of. See also: chair, control.

In my head what happens next is that Teyla comes in and lies down, just to see what the fuss is about, since she's been out all afternoon while John was napping, and then Ronon comes after the three of them, and . . . well. They have to order dinner up.

[bratfarrar]

Hmm. How about the one where the marines explain the electoral college to Ronon/Teyla? Or John flies the team to Hawaii. Or Woolsey tells Sam that he gets it now (or is beginning to). Or Teyla and Jack (for some reason) get stuck in an elevator together. Or John and Rodney systematically sample every pizza place in Colorado Springs during one of their annual two-week briefing-type-things. Or Ronon fails to be impressed by skateboards. Or Chuck somehow winds up on baby-duty. Or Jack and Cam order steak (again, for some reason) and are served squid instead.

...er, I can keep going all day.

[siegeofangels]

I heart that your first idea was "electoral college." But that would require too much thought on my part, so

[runpunkrun]

This description makes me so happy: tentacles everywhere, gripping little mushrooms and lurking under the grain.

So many good words in it (gripping! lurking! grain!) and so very visual.

[siegeofangels]

:D am so glad you like it! I can see that plate pretty clearly in my head, one of those couscous-like dishes where even after you eat everything on top, there are tentacles hiding.

[beadattitude]

The scene where during a terrible rainstorm off world, falls down the hill. And if they aren't careful, the hill might fall after him.

The scene where John, who is pretty sure Rodney's never going to return his feelings, is about to make a big mistake. And Rodney notices that John's happy looks a lot like John's miserable. Or something.

The scene where Teyla has had enough of their bickering and makes them do something together where they cannot talk.

[siegeofangels]

John slip-slides down the hill, skidding on his feet, slick mud under his hands, his ass when he falls. Rodney's down here somewhere, easy, John, just look for the only mud-colored thing that's moving.

And bitching.

There's a small hillock that proves itself to be McKay, wet and miserable and looking like he wants to punch a puddle. The rain (the constant unending what-the-hell rain) is already rinsing the mud off of Rodney's face and head, probably washing it right down inside his collar. But at least John can see his face. Rodney's grumpy but uninjured.

This is unusual weather for P73-OO5; it's supposed to be a temperate dry planet and the vegetation doesn't look like it belongs in a deluge; there's too much water for the landscape and it's soaking into the soil and creating little rivulets and channels in the side of the hill, and dammit they have to go back up the hillIt's slow going; for every step forward John slides back (down) six inches, a foot. There's no traction and he grabs at saplings and braces his feet on clumps

[beadattitude]

Oooooh, those last two paragraphs made me just as warm as I could be. ::cuddles you close:: AWESOME.

I love it when they swat each other.

[siegeofangels]

Yay! Glad it ended warmly after all of the rain.

I realized I'd gotten that far without any actual dialogue, so. Swat.