Late Afternoon Snack

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Who: McKay
Where: Medical Facility: Kitchen #1
When: Day 20, late-afternoon, immediately after 'Late-afternoon Awakening'
Invited: Isabel, anyone
Status: Complete

Hunger.

Granted, the astrophysicist had eaten a decently large breakfast, eggs, bacon, multiple cups of coffee, but the lure of the kitchen is a siren's song. Rodney and the Doctor had pretty much been at work on the now no-longer functionning temporal bubble generator (a new name will be given to it, undoubtedly), and the idea of food was, indeed, a good one. Add to that the necessity of eating every couple of hours, and the decision was made.
Wandering into the cafeteria, having not been invited to the various administrative meetings, which was perfectly fine with him, he looked around briefly before heading directly to the refrigerator. Might as well deal with the perishables before cracking cans of soup and whatnot, right?

McKay opened the refrigerator door, not taking notice right off the bat of the crying blonde at the sink. Only when the door is closed and a covered bowl of something as of yet unidentified by the scientist is pulled does he notice.

He paused a moment, bowl in hand, the hesitation seemingly almost awkward. "Want some?" The sharing of food, even if he didn't yet know what it was seemed a good idea. Clearing his throat, Rodney straightened. Here he was, in the presence of a hot blonde, and he'd been working on high level temporal physics that no one on this planet could begin to comprehend... there's a certain level of pride (and arrogance) that caused his shoulders to roll, and there came a certain bit of a swagger into his tones. "I'm sure I'll get us out of here if that's what's wrong. With the Doctor's help, that is... but-but-but mostly me. Not as if I haven't had problems like this before... Well, not quite like this, but close. Granted, I didn't have to deal with... well, okay, yes, yes I have. It's just..." Okay, he was babbling...

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[Isabel] A distinctly second-class nerd

[nohatmatt.livejournal.com]

Isabel ignored the man who came into the kitchen until he started talking to her, which surprised her. She figured word of her encounter with Claire must have spread by now, so why would anybody want to try to be friendly?

She turned and studied this man more carefully. Receding dark hair, a physique that didn't speak of hard work and physical exercise on a regular basis. He stammered his way through a vain attempt to cheer her up, completely missing the reason why she was upset.

Not that it wouldn't be nice to get out of here, but...

"I've eaten, thanks," Isabel said, waving a hand vaguely at the steaming pan of soup on the hob. She peered at the bowl the man was holding and turned her nose up. "I reckon you're better off with some soup than that stuff. Here."

She picked up a bowl, warmed it with a wave of her hand, and ladled some soup into it.

"My name's Isabel," she said, offering the bowl. "You think you can get us off this island?"

(frozen) [McKay] Not of the 'in' crowd

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With the conspicuous absence of the man through most of emotional bits of island life thus far, a trick McKay's learned through his life, some parts more difficult than others, the chances of him being upset with, well, an attractive blonde is close to nil. Empathy isn't one of his strong suits, and it suited him well.

"Oh... um... Rodney McKay. Doctor... Doctor Rodney McKay." He didn't hold out a hand, however, to make final the introductions, the bowl made it slightly awkward. Completely missing the fact that it was with a simple wave of her hand that warmed the bowl, the scientist took it. Adding the second, of course, caused him to juggle somewhat, his attention shifting for the move, and putting the first bowl down, there was a touch of curiosity as to exactly what was in there. His regard lingered on the silver cover, and as a result, his voice sounded a bit distracted, and a thumb pointed over his shoulder towards the door out there. "Ah... okay. Well, I've been pretty much working and just needed something..."

It's fleeting, however, and when the question regarding his abilities, or at least that's how he read it, came up, he nodded quickly, took a couple mouthfuls of the soup quickly after, the broth dripping off the spoon. He took to the table, pulled the chair out slowly, and dropping himself into the seat, looked back up at the woman who is actually talking to him. '...we've got to trade on that while we can, you know, before they discover that we're not actually that cool...' Leaning back in his seat, the bowl was drained of most of it's contents before he nodded. "Yes..." The spoon was now something of a conductor's wand, accenting his words as he spoke. "You're new, so I can give you a run-down. Stop me when you don't understand... We're on an island, about six months out of phase with the outside world. We're inside a temporal bubble, surrounded by an EMP field, which means, basically, that we have nothing larger than, say, my laptop, that can work without some sort of shielding, which, I'm assuming, is the case here. I got a message out, with the help of the Doctor, or rather, about 750 of them in the span of about 10 seconds... So..." McKay looks pleased with himself, a close-lipped smile coming, "Give my friends a day or two more to work out the equations from the outside, and we're home." And he can get back to his life, assuming, of course, he still has a job, and they haven't declared him 'Missing, presumed dead'... but Elizabeth wouldn't do that to him, right?

(frozen) [Isabel] Cocky, isn't he?

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Isabel blinked at McKay for a few a moments while she waited for her brain to make sense of what he'd said. That kind of information needed to be delivered much more slowly than McKay seemed to consider appropriate. He was clearly used to the company of people who operated at the same level of knowledge that he did.

Of course, he didn't know about the kind of things she'd encountered. Her own powers, continual exposure to people from other planets, evidence of time travel... she decided to skip the questions McKay would probably be expecting, and accept that he believed they were six months out of phase with the rest of the world.

"You say you got messages out," she said. "How do you know anybody received them? How do you know anybody who could understand them received them?" She picked up his soup bowl and very deliberately passed her hand over it in front of his face, letting him see the soup residue vanish, leaving the bowl sparkling clean. "You might want to revise what you think I'll understand."

(frozen) [McKay] Poll: Who isn't alien or psychic???

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"How do I know?" Rodney's back straightened as his tones turned to the softly incredulous. "750 messages out. I'd say that the chances of someone receiving them is pretty high. Out of that chance, I'd say that... it's an even better chance that the person who is supposed to get it will." There's a bit of a puff there, though he doesn't go into any real specifics beyond what he has. "Don't worry, blondie... the right person will get it if she hasn't already." She?

He watched as Isabel leaned in for the bowl, interested for the moment the view afforded, such as it was. When the bowl was taken from Rodney, his attention took a moment to follow it, but as he did, his mouth dropped open ever so slightly. What is it with this place??! There was a moment when he considered challenging her, but-but-but... he's, once again, outgunned, so to speak. As for 'special', he's simply brilliant. He wasn't rich, psychic, or possess any alien technology or genetic benefits outside the ATA gene. And how often does that come up in his home galaxy?

Rising from the table, the bowl cleaned, he smiles thinly and nodded once. His tones come out clipped, terse. "Right. Back to work. Trying to get us off this island. If you'll excuse me."

(frozen) [Isabel] Yeah right

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"Blondie?" Isabel queried in a threatening tone of voice as McKay made to leave the room. "Call me that again and I'll make sure you regret it." She looked pointedly at the cleaned soup bowl to remind him that she was more than she appeared.

Nice move Isabel, she thought as he departed. Another one you've not started off well with. But he's such a geek.

She sighed. She'd loved a geek once. Tess had killed him. He'd been nothing like this Doctor McKay though. And he clearly had no proof that any of his messages had been received by anybody at all, let alone anybody who could do anything about their situation. Clearly they were going to have to rely on a slightly less cocky scientist to get them out of here.

(frozen) OOC:

[purplerhino.livejournal.com]

Hey blondie, just call him Meredith. ::snerk::

(frozen) Re: OOC:

[lost-mckay.livejournal.com]

*dies*
Yup.. that'd shut him up pretty quick too. :)

(frozen) Re: OOC:

[rwarner.livejournal.com]

*ROFL*

Of course, they could have chosen a different female name to give to him and I would have been happier.....

(frozen) Re: OOC:

[lost-mckay.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's a boy's name too. Was in the *sigh* top 100 names in 1999 in BC in Canada. Not that that helps any. Wow. 'Mer'...
No wonder he's like he is...