Wonderfully amusing story. Humor can be difficult but you hit all the right notes, both with the IT "crises" *g* and the dialogue. Excellent use of secondary characters: the small details really captured characterization and fleshed out the story. I would love to see more of Elias; he's a worthy opponent for Rodney. Both the infirmary visit and the email were classic.
Great Rodney voice. He absolutely would hate the very idea, then begin to take a certain perverse satisfaction in his power to terrorize simply by identifying himself - and in the ever-accumulating proof that he is, indeed, surrounded by lesser intellects *g*. (Though I do suspect he has known that for some time, the sheer magnitude of proof must have been satisfying - though simultaneously horrifying.)
This story sent me to your LJ to check out what else you'd written. Alas, comic-based fandoms are largely outside my interests, but I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for any further SGA fiction from you. This was very, very enjoyable.
And since you asked, I did catch a couple of things.
J: Look, Rodney, I’d swap places with you, but something tells me you’d find Lorne here’s 3 hour report on the agricultural wonders of PX4-86 even more torturous.
atlnas = Atlantis Though since file names can be quite odd, it's possible you intended the spelling.
Rodney’s new radio chirped not more than two seconds after he’d gotten it on, which was, admittedly, when he was already halfway down to the infirmary to, on Elizabeth’s orders, get the details of his sentence.
to, on Elizabeth’s orders, get = to get, on Elizabeth's orders,
" Goddess," Rodney breathed, head still swimming from the fight with the desk edge.
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:51 am (UTC)Great Rodney voice. He absolutely would hate the very idea, then begin to take a certain perverse satisfaction in his power to terrorize simply by identifying himself - and in the ever-accumulating proof that he is, indeed, surrounded by lesser intellects *g*. (Though I do suspect he has known that for some time, the sheer magnitude of proof must have been satisfying - though simultaneously horrifying.)
This story sent me to your LJ to check out what else you'd written. Alas, comic-based fandoms are largely outside my interests, but I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for any further SGA fiction from you. This was very, very enjoyable.
And since you asked, I did catch a couple of things.
J: Look, Rodney, I’d swap places with you, but something tells me you’d find Lorne here’s 3 hour report on the agricultural wonders of PX4-86 even more torturous.
Lorne here's = Lorne's
“It’s… hmmm. \\atlnas\humanities\anthropology\research\food\athos\tea”
atlnas = Atlantis
Though since file names can be quite odd, it's possible you intended the spelling.
Rodney’s new radio chirped not more than two seconds after he’d gotten it on, which was, admittedly, when he was already halfway down to the infirmary to, on Elizabeth’s orders, get the details of his sentence.
to, on Elizabeth’s orders, get = to get, on Elizabeth's orders,
" Goddess," Rodney breathed, head still swimming from the fight with the desk edge.
" Goddess," = "Goddess,"