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I have two days in a row off. I never have two days in a row off.
I even have Star Trek: TOS bunnies. I never have Star Trek: TOS bunnies.
Let's start with an SG-1 ficlet.
Dust to Dust, Fish Food to Fish Food
by Icarus
Sam mused, shifting where she sat cross-legged in the straw. "I don't know. I mean, I feel bad people would miss me. But mostly it would bother me that I had so much left to do. I mean, I've a book I've been meaning to write."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Page-turner?"
"Not that kind of book," she smiled.
Teal'c nodded. "On Chulak, one wears torn clothing for forty-nine days as a reminder of ones loss."
"Hard to imagine you'd forget...." Sam muttered.
"More as a reminder to others, so they do not obligate you to attend chalnak," Teal'c explained.
"Ah." Daniel hastily translated at Sam's confused look: "Parties."
"Correct, DanielJackson. If one is invited by a superior, one cannot decline," Teal'c said.
"I bet those Jaffa really swing," Jack said. He took a long sip of his stew from the battered tin cup and rested his elbows on his knees. "That's what I want. A big party when I go. Use up everything in the fridge."
Daniel wrinkled his nose. "Um. I've never actually seen anything edible in--"
"The beer, Daniel." Jack rolled his eyes. "I want people to have a great ol' time. And feed my remains to the fish. I've eaten enough of them. It's their turn."
"I don't think fish eat ashes," Daniel pointed out.
"Now who said anything about ashes?"
Sam snorted. "You want us to put you in a wood chipper?"
"I've decided not to be executor of your estate," said Daniel.
Jack said, "Oh, I think Teal'c has the stomach for it."
"I do not," Teal'c assured him.
"Dust to dust ... fish food to fish food...." Jack said with a vague gesture that rattled his manacles.
Sam wondered aloud, "How did we get on this subject anyway?"
Teal'c responded, "I believe we were discussing the possible contents of our soup."
The four of them stared at their empty bowls.
"I'm fairly sure that tasted like rat," Jack said.
"Let's hope so," said Daniel.
I have two days in a row off. I never have two days in a row off.
I even have Star Trek: TOS bunnies. I never have Star Trek: TOS bunnies.
Let's start with an SG-1 ficlet.
Dust to Dust, Fish Food to Fish Food
by Icarus
Sam mused, shifting where she sat cross-legged in the straw. "I don't know. I mean, I feel bad people would miss me. But mostly it would bother me that I had so much left to do. I mean, I've a book I've been meaning to write."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Page-turner?"
"Not that kind of book," she smiled.
Teal'c nodded. "On Chulak, one wears torn clothing for forty-nine days as a reminder of ones loss."
"Hard to imagine you'd forget...." Sam muttered.
"More as a reminder to others, so they do not obligate you to attend chalnak," Teal'c explained.
"Ah." Daniel hastily translated at Sam's confused look: "Parties."
"Correct, DanielJackson. If one is invited by a superior, one cannot decline," Teal'c said.
"I bet those Jaffa really swing," Jack said. He took a long sip of his stew from the battered tin cup and rested his elbows on his knees. "That's what I want. A big party when I go. Use up everything in the fridge."
Daniel wrinkled his nose. "Um. I've never actually seen anything edible in--"
"The beer, Daniel." Jack rolled his eyes. "I want people to have a great ol' time. And feed my remains to the fish. I've eaten enough of them. It's their turn."
"I don't think fish eat ashes," Daniel pointed out.
"Now who said anything about ashes?"
Sam snorted. "You want us to put you in a wood chipper?"
"I've decided not to be executor of your estate," said Daniel.
Jack said, "Oh, I think Teal'c has the stomach for it."
"I do not," Teal'c assured him.
"Dust to dust ... fish food to fish food...." Jack said with a vague gesture that rattled his manacles.
Sam wondered aloud, "How did we get on this subject anyway?"
Teal'c responded, "I believe we were discussing the possible contents of our soup."
The four of them stared at their empty bowls.
"I'm fairly sure that tasted like rat," Jack said.
"Let's hope so," said Daniel.
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