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crossing_lostrp2006-09-08 10:12 am
lost-mckay.livejournal.com) wrote in crossing_lostrp2006-09-08 10:12 am
Late Afternoon Snack
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...
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...
(frozen comment) [McKay] Poll: Who isn't alien or psychic???
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 comment) [Isabel] Yeah right
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 comment) OOC:
(frozen comment) Re: OOC:
Yup.. that'd shut him up pretty quick too. :)
(frozen comment) Re: OOC:
Of course, they could have chosen a different female name to give to him and I would have been happier.....
(frozen comment) Re: OOC:
No wonder he's like he is...