Okay, so last night
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annerbhp and I were talking, and I was (supposedly) beta-ing her ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sjficathonstory, but the only thing *I* found (am I a terrible beta, or is she just. that. brilliant?) was that she had typed "RepliCater" instead of "RepliCarter."So I point this out, and hilarity ensued about caterers and food and then she posted her story and I went to bed.
This morning, I went to post a review of her story, and I mentioned I hadn't really done anything to deserve her thanks, and she said that no, I really had, and pointed out the RepliCaterer thing.
So I wrote a comment fic set during season 8. You know, kinda. You can find it here or below the cut. (She also pimped it for me!)
When Fifth made the first copy, something went horribly awry.
"Hi! I'm RepliCaterer, and I can make a mean souffle!"
Fifth was confused. Why would he want an antagonistic food item? He didn't even need to eat.
Carter's face blinked at him, her eyes empty and vacant, her smile bright and forced.
"Uh oh," Fifth said. He screamed a thought into the Network. Five million bloggers screamed back.
"Wrong network," he muttered. He aimed his thought more carefully.
"Eight!"
The reply was so instant, so flawless, there were no words needed to express the concept of what Eight intended, which was something like, "Yes, sir?"
"How much of that particular shiny material we need to make human-form replicators did you use on the Carter-model?"
There was an infintessimal pause that meant, "Oh, shit."
Fifth sighed.
"I know where we can get some," Eight added helpfully.
"THEN GET US THERE IMMEDIATELY! I CAN'T HAVE A CARTER THAT KNOWS HOW TO COOK!"
Another pause. "Uh...wouldn't the replicator have only the knowledge that Carter has? So she must know how to cook."
Fifth scowled. "But it's a universal fanon that she can't!"
This time, the pause meant, "Whatever you say, crazymachine, just don't infect me with whatever virus is bugging your system."
Fifth sighed. "Just...get us there."
"Right, sir."
Fifth dropped the connection and turned back to RepliCaterer. She beamed at him. What was he going to do with this...thing?
"Do you do anything else besides cook?" he asked wearily.
RepliCaterer frowned, then smiled, even more brightly than before.
"I can sing!"
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Date: 2007-08-08 08:11 pm (UTC)From:Heehee! We could so mess him up, couldn't we! ;-) And yay for canon not cooking.
Cute crack fic!
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Date: 2007-08-08 09:12 pm (UTC)From:(bloggers are a mighty army. ph34r them!)
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Date: 2007-08-09 01:38 am (UTC)From:She sings to her plants, right?
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Date: 2007-08-09 03:35 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-08-09 02:32 am (UTC)From:Hi I'm having a party next week...can I get 200 serves of buffalo wings and the same of potato wedges please?
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Date: 2007-08-09 03:36 pm (UTC)From:Do you want that for here or to go?
*grins*
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Date: 2007-08-11 03:12 pm (UTC)From:"Wrong network," he muttered. He aimed his thought more carefully.
*snickers* Priceless! :)
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Date: 2007-08-11 07:12 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-09-23 05:26 pm (UTC)From:"But it's a universal fanon that she can't [cook]!"
Actually, Sam said herself in Emancipation that she can't cook to save her life. Though I suppose she might've lied, but I'm not sure why she would've.
On that note, lol! RepliCaterer! Does she do parties?
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Date: 2007-09-24 05:32 am (UTC)From:*shrugs*
It's a comment fic. And a pretty cracktastic one at that.
Glad to have you reading!