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Pepper is amazing! She is taking prompts in the form of room numbers from the British Museum, visiting them, and writing ficlets based on what she sees. You can request more, or just enjoy the ride.
Anyway, she wrote my prompt for Sam/Jack, room 13 (Mycenaean pottery), and it's the fluffiest darn little thing since fluff was invented. Go. Read. Brush your teeth.
In other news, Pepper wrote a hilarious bit about the heroism of SG-1 as represented in statuary, which you should go read, and then I wrote her a commentfic about a...different...kind of statue, which you can read in comments there or under my cut. Just some cracky fun, people.
"Not another statue," Jack groaned.
Carter waited with no little trepidation herself. One could never tell when one would be depicted naked, after all, and some of her statues were--well. A little too flattering, perhaps.
The Farn just grinned, anticipatory smiles lighting up their faces as they unveiled the statues.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
Daniel said, "Well, that's different."
Carter just...stared.
There was SG-1, yes, nude, but in a style so outrageous that they were hardly recognizable. They were, collectively, falling over themselves, clearly attempting to reach a vial depicted in mid-flight, although their expressions were suggestive of...other activities.
Jack broke into a huge grin.
"Do you like it?" one of the delegation asked.
Sam moved to the side and got a better look at her position in the depiction. She squeaked.
"Most unusual," Teal'c said.
Daniel just nodded.
"You know," Jack said. He clapped the delegate on the shoulder, startling him. "I think we're going to get along just fine."
They walked off, leaving Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c staring at the statues.
"We are so getting hell for this on base," Daniel mourned.
"Indeed."
"Oh, yeah."
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Anyway, she wrote my prompt for Sam/Jack, room 13 (Mycenaean pottery), and it's the fluffiest darn little thing since fluff was invented. Go. Read. Brush your teeth.
In other news, Pepper wrote a hilarious bit about the heroism of SG-1 as represented in statuary, which you should go read, and then I wrote her a commentfic about a...different...kind of statue, which you can read in comments there or under my cut. Just some cracky fun, people.
"Not another statue," Jack groaned.
Carter waited with no little trepidation herself. One could never tell when one would be depicted naked, after all, and some of her statues were--well. A little too flattering, perhaps.
The Farn just grinned, anticipatory smiles lighting up their faces as they unveiled the statues.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
Daniel said, "Well, that's different."
Carter just...stared.
There was SG-1, yes, nude, but in a style so outrageous that they were hardly recognizable. They were, collectively, falling over themselves, clearly attempting to reach a vial depicted in mid-flight, although their expressions were suggestive of...other activities.
Jack broke into a huge grin.
"Do you like it?" one of the delegation asked.
Sam moved to the side and got a better look at her position in the depiction. She squeaked.
"Most unusual," Teal'c said.
Daniel just nodded.
"You know," Jack said. He clapped the delegate on the shoulder, startling him. "I think we're going to get along just fine."
They walked off, leaving Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c staring at the statues.
"We are so getting hell for this on base," Daniel mourned.
"Indeed."
"Oh, yeah."
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Date: 2008-01-30 07:43 pm (UTC)From:Heeheehee.
I'm still giggling at the mental image you've evoked by SG-1's reactions. *g*
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Date: 2008-01-30 08:00 pm (UTC)From::-)
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Date: 2008-01-31 03:59 am (UTC)From:She squeaked.
I don't know why, but anytime I read anything about Sam squeaking, I can't help but giggle.
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Date: 2008-01-31 04:18 pm (UTC)From:Me, too. *giggles just thinking about it*
Glad it made you laugh!