See, now, new blonde wasn't such a bad thing. Not bad to look at, and with women, that was the most important thing, right? Well, it was in McKay's book. Rising slightly to make room for any chair that might be added to the table next to him, he still, after all, has some modicum of manners for someone he may want to be able to impress, he went to introduce himself, but nothing came out. Or did he go de-- No. He can hear. Just not himself...
Whoa. Now.. um.. wow. Faith? Faith! Staring at the woman, his jaw drops open and he pauses in mid-rise. It takes a full minute before he tries to regain some modicum of ability to move, and shaking his head, tries again, stammeringly. Thankfully, nothing comes out. The expression on his face, however, is.. fleeting panic as he begins to realize the import, if only momentarily afflicted.
His eyes widened. Anything that pulled control over his own body, his own senses was nothing for him to laugh at. The flicker of panic passed, however, and looking around once more, he picked up the conversations. Tara?
There came a moment when he tried again, and again, nothing. That's when he began to notice the other things.. (having to tear his gaze away from the hot blondes) the green hair, the... General O'Neill... General.
Power to the room. Right. He can do that, and apparently, it's becoming a priority. Instead of sitting once again, McKay is once more on his feet, and taking up his coffee mug, exhaled in a silent sigh (one that /would/ have been dramatically audible /if/ he could be heard).
"Right. The power." Taking a step towards Daniel, he picks up the pen that the other PhD can't, and scrawls on the corner of the paper, "Looking into the power. Tara's first. Dampener. Anything."
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[McKay] Sorry, guys (tag Daniel, Doctor, open)
Date: 2006-08-26 03:28 pm (UTC)Whoa. Now.. um.. wow. Faith? Faith! Staring at the woman, his jaw drops open and he pauses in mid-rise. It takes a full minute before he tries to regain some modicum of ability to move, and shaking his head, tries again, stammeringly. Thankfully, nothing comes out. The expression on his face, however, is.. fleeting panic as he begins to realize the import, if only momentarily afflicted.
His eyes widened. Anything that pulled control over his own body, his own senses was nothing for him to laugh at. The flicker of panic passed, however, and looking around once more, he picked up the conversations. Tara?
There came a moment when he tried again, and again, nothing. That's when he began to notice the other things.. (having to tear his gaze away from the hot blondes) the green hair, the... General O'Neill... General.
Power to the room.
Right.
He can do that, and apparently, it's becoming a priority. Instead of sitting once again, McKay is once more on his feet, and taking up his coffee mug, exhaled in a silent sigh (one that /would/ have been dramatically audible /if/ he could be heard).
"Right. The power." Taking a step towards Daniel, he picks up the pen that the other PhD can't, and scrawls on the corner of the paper, "Looking into the power. Tara's first. Dampener. Anything."