Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005, 05:57 am
alryssa: It's a glorious sunny morning...
The birds are chirping, the sky's clear, the temperature's warm, and there's a mellow whining sound carrying in the air.
Mellow? No. Wait. Scratch that.
It's more like the distinct and ominous sound of something approaching at high speed.
Something destined to end up somewhere it shouldn't.
Like the front of the 'Round.
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:11 am (UTC)
Sam Carter was sitting idly at the regular table SG-1 claimed when they were in the 'Round. Her finger was tracing the stains left by countless mugs of beer, and one memorable night when Daniel forgot that he was allergic to guacamole.
It wasn't, Sam decided, that she was bored. The 'Round itself was randomly bustling around. Someone was crying in a corner about their lack of love from writers at large. Someone else had suggested a drinking game to Benny, and was currently falling out of his chair. And Teal'c was propping up one end of the bar talking animatedly with Sara Kingdom. Well, as animated as Teal'c could get, which, Sam had to admit, was pretty animated these days.
But there was something lacking. Maybe it was the fact that they claimed there was no blue jello. Or maybe--
A sound distracted her, and she raised her head, listening. In her years with the SGC, Sam had heard a lot of incoming rounds. This was larger, whatever it was.
It was coming from the front. Sam followed her instincts and dropped under her table as metal screeched against wood and brick, and something slammed into the front of the 'Round. The sound drowned out every conversation, including that between the Rani and Mel (a feat in and of itself, considering the two could have been heard ten states over, on a good night).
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:20 am (UTC)
It was a pretty impressive impact, even by 'Round standards.
For a good few moments, nothing so much as hiccupped. Dust billowed into the air, and settled. Several small universes in the bottles on the shelf coalesced, evolved, and imploded.
A Rolling Stones poster fell off the wall, as a final insult.
The hood of the mangled Viper slid back suddenly, and one of its occupants climbed out.
"Dammit, Lyss! I TOLD you this was a one-person craft!"
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:31 am (UTC)
While Sam Carter slowly pulled herself to her feet, Teal'c stopped trying to protect Sara Kingdom (who was fine, thank you, and she'd kick his ass for his instincts next time). Benny looked up from her row of shotglasses and snickered.
From the floor, Daniel Jackson waved his handkerchief in surrender. "I... I shee dead people."
"Actually, Dr. Jackson," said Dr. Summerfield, "They're rather alive and well."
Others began drifting back to their respective drinks while the viper shifted and settled. One or two eyed the final occupant of the craft.
Rolling her eyes, Lyss dragged herself out of the wreckage. "Yes. And I told you we should steal a '302."
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:40 am (UTC)
Jack O'Neill assessed the scene, summing it up the only way he could.
"Well... that's new."
He frowned down at his beer, and began picking the debris out of his glass.
Somehow managing to stop herself from going arse over tit, Alryssa stumbled over the debris to the bar.
"Guinness. Much. Guinness."
She then shot a glance over at her disheveled friend. "Next time, *I* drive."
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:48 am (UTC)
"Fine, fine." Running a hand through her hair, Lyss grinned, "But, damn, that was fun."
"Guinness." Alryssa repeated, stepping up to the bar.
"Comin' right up, ma'am," said the leather-mask-clad man from his post behind said ediface. He quickly and efficiently pulled two Guinnesses and set them on the bar in front of Alryssa. Scorpius smiled, "Would you like fries with that?"
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:56 am (UTC)
Alryssa stared at the new bartender for a long, long moment, wondering if she'd been around Starbuck's cigar fumes a little too long.
Innocence. "Not my fault."
"...well, maybe. Just a little."
"I don't want to know."
As she waited for her pint to settle, she looked around at what was left of the 'Round. Several of the denizens were busy shaking plaster dust from their hair. Adric lay in a pool of his own blood. Psycho Nyssa was busy cleaning her knives at a nearby table, a self-satisfied smirk in place.
"They've redecorated," she murmured. "Don't like it."
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 10:59 am (UTC)
"If she won't have fries, I will," Lyss informed the bartender. "Flying a viper makes me hungry. That, and missing breakfast."
"Comin' right up, ma'am."
"Yeah, whatever." Lyss looked around, "Y'know, I've only been here, what, once? Twice? I can't decide whether it looks different or not." She eyed the 'Round.
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 11:06 am (UTC)
Alryssa gestured to the crash scene. "People pay good money for works of art like that, y'know."
As if to punctuate her statement, a brick clattered onto the Viper's hull, bouncing off and hitting the newly-regenerated Adric in the head. He went down with a rather satisfying thud. Across the room, three of the Doctors held up placards: 8.10, 8.5 and 9.0 respectively.
Lyss considered this for a minute. "Do we have a tab?"
Alryssa's attention was diverted by Eighth as he attempted to play spoons.
"Because if we have to pay for the cleanup, we're totally screwed. And not even in the good way."
Thu, Apr. 21st, 2005 02:56 pm (UTC)
"Excuse Me, Ladies, But Is This Your Vehicle?"
Lyss and Alryssa turned.
And found themselves looking up. And up. And /up/.
The seven foot tall figure appeared to have been made out of clay by a giant child. It towered over the would-be drivers, its eyes glowing dark red.
Alryssa and Lyss gulped. Unfortunately, they didn't have drinks in their mouths at the time.
"It was /her/ idea!" they chorused.
"What Was?" the golem rumbled.
"It's art!" Lyss blurted.
"Art?" the golem said.
Alryssa nodded frantically. "Er... it's a comment on the destruction of our heritage by our focus on progress at any cost."
The golem regarded the mangled Viper, which had crashed slap-bang through the 'Round's bay windows.
"Art." he repeated.
"That's right," Alryssa said.
"Hm." the golem said. "The Sentiment Is Appreciated. However,
While I Know The Proprietor Appreciates Art, I Do Not Think He Appreciates It Wrecking His Establishment."
"Well..." Lyss said.
"Therefore, I Shall Remove The Artwork And Place It Somewhere Where It Is Less Likely To Disrupt Business. If Both Of You Are Amenable To This...?"
Alryssa and Lyss nodded frantically.
The golem bowed. "Thank You."
He marched into the back of the 'Round.
A few moments later, a spinning black triangle materialised around the mangled Viper, before both triangle and Viper disappeared away gods-only-knew where.
Lyss and Alryssa breathed sighs of relief.
Mon, Jun. 13th, 2005 09:40 am (UTC)
"Gods, if I didn't need a drink before, I need several now," Lyss muttered.
"Six more Guinnesses," Alryssa ordered. As she gulped down the first, she spotted a familiar face across the room. Not bothering to wipe the foam from her mouth, she waved.
He appeared to be somewhat grateful for the distraction; managing to get away (alive, even) from Psycho Nyssa's enthusiastic diatribe about the new edition of Guns, Guns, Guns.
Sat, Jun. 25th, 2005 07:33 am (UTC)
Adric, who's ability to return from the dead seemed to have increased in speed as of late, returned to human form in the back room of the round.
"At least you could have waited till the mess was cleaned up," Adric commented to no one currently visible, "now I shall have to do it."
Adric picked up a broom and dustpan, placed a towel upon his shoulder and headed toward the messy remains of what had been the front wall of the pub.
Unbeknownst to Adric, but knownst to us, Nyssa lay in wait. As Adric emerged from the back room she carefully took aim with her crossbow as she ran through the steps in her head. Take aim... Correct for wind... Exhale and hold... and slowly depress the tr...
GONG GONG GONG GONG
Nyssa said something quite unladylike under her breath and meticulously disassembled her crossbow, stowing it for later use. He was safe for the next 8 hours, but come the end of his shift she would be ready.
Sat, Jun. 25th, 2005 04:43 pm (UTC)
Alryssa grinned. "So how'd /you/ get stuck with the Psycho then?"
Imran glanced warily over his shoulder. "I don't know. I don't /want/ to know. Just so long as I'm still upright and breathing."
"Guinness?" Alryssa offered.
Imran shook his head. "Not my thing. Chocolate milkshake."
Alryssa *peered* at him. "You are /how/ old again?"
"What?" Imran defended. "I like chocolate milkshakes."
"Again, you are /how/ old?"
"It's eight o'clock in the morning," Imran pointed out, "and /you/ two are knocking down Guinness like there's no tomorrow."
"We missed breakfast," Lyssie explained.
"Here you go, ma'am." Scorpius said, placing a plate of fries before her.
Lyssie's eyes brightened, and she dove straight in.
Imran raised his eyebrows. "Do I want to know /why/ you decided to crash headlong into the 'Round to get breakfast?"