Late Afternoon Snack
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crossing_lostrpWho: 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...
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(frozen) Re: OOC:
Date: 2006-09-11 12:35 am (UTC)Yup.. that'd shut him up pretty quick too. :)