A Different Election. Also, SGA stories & Not!Puddlejumpers.
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( Re: SGA )
Jane met Rodney in a college physics class. She sat in the back left corner and he sat next to her, doodling daleks on a yellow legal pad and writing notes like, “This class is abysmal,” and “I could teach this with one eye and half a brain—right or left lobe,” and also,“Being that you’re ridiculously pretty and smell good and seem to be carrying a 99 average in this class—do you want to go to dinner with me?e If the answer is no, just ignore this note because I know you’re reading it (you’re totally not subtle, by the way), and I’ll just go collect the pieces of my self-worth at the front of the room Wednesday.”
Elizabeth debated with herself silently, but he knew from the grim look on her face that like it or not, she was conceding his point. She glanced at Carson, Ronon and Teyla. "We'll put the word out that Colonel Sheppard was injured by a malfunctioning Ancient device. He's fine, but he's been exposed to a potentially toxic element, so he's being confined to his quarters until the tests are done."Leave feedback if you like it, okay? ::barely refrains from waving pom-poms::
She got silent nods of agreement, then reached out and touched John's arm before she left. Elizabeth wasn't real big on physical contact with people, so John was somewhat relieved that it felt just as weird as it always did.
In high school girls always assumed Dee was gonna fuck their boyfriends, and she probably would, but that was actually beside the point.
At lunch on the third day, Colonel Sheppard loosened the caps on all the condiments and Dr. McKay dumped an entire shaker of salt on his MRE. He ate the meal anyhow, but groused his way through every bite.