craving the random

[ileliberte]

Anybody out there? Help me stay awake with...well, anything work safe? Anyone? I promise to repay you by being very very grateful :| Soooo sleeeepyyyy.......

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[miss-porcupine.livejournal.com]

Lorne is running late to a team meeting -- late enough that the boys will be antsy and Yoni will consider himself to have earned the right to be even later next time because he's still gotten there first. And he is going to have to pull rank and not give an explanation because he doesn't want to have to explain that he got stuck in an argument with two of the geologists and it was about mining and not military matters.

"You think Batman'll be able to fix it?" he can hear Suarez asking Ortilla as he comes around the corner to his office.

"I think Batman caused it," Ortilla replies. "So, yeah, he'll probably have to fix it. Or get the Major to do it."

Lorne wants to ask who Batman is -- he suspects it's Sheppard from context (and the knowledge that Charlie Company's long-planned field exercises got postponed, which wasn't Sheppard's fault -- at least not entirely). Plus the fact that he knows what the Charlie marines call Polito behind his back and that's not it. He wants to ask, but he won't because all three marines are looking at him like they are hoping very much that he didn't hear anything they just said. They've been a team long enough that the marines will wait for him inside of his office instead of standing outside of it, but not long enough that he wants to press them into divulging nicknames of senior officers.

"Sorry I'm late," Lorne says as he walks into the room. "Got held up."

The meeting is short -- they have a mission scheduled for Thursday, pack your snivel gear because it's winter there -- and Lorne has precisely half an hour until he has the battalion staff meeting and he missed lunch.

It's not for another couple of weeks that he gets the right moment to ask Yoni who Batman is.

"It's Sheppard," Yoni answers without looking up from the entree he's trying to identify by dissection. The commissary whiteboard said fish fillet, but if that's the case, it's on documentary evidence alone because it doesn't look like any fish Lorne has ever seen. He opted for pasta. "The marines call him that."

"Do I want to know why?"

Yoni looks up from his plate. "Because by day he is the useless, carefree, potentially idiotic boychild Bruce Wayne and by night he is the Caped Crusader, running across rooftops and saving the day."

Yoni tells him all of this with a straight face. Lorne blinks at him.

"If you are about to tell me that they call me Robin," Lorne warns, "Please don't."

[mahoni.livejournal.com]

*sends tea and chocolate*

Would you be interested in reading something I have in progress and helping me decide if I should keep going or ditch it? I can email a word doc or put up a you-locked post....

late as always

[researchgrrrl.livejournal.com]

Hey, there. I am only now catching up with stuff from as far back as October. It's been a hell of a few months, what with RL drama and this move to Chicago. I've come across the notice where you friended me then popped off. If you're still up for getting to know each other via LJ and SPN-love, I'd be down with a mutual friending. If not, no worries. Just feel free to ignore this -- my feelings won't be hurt. :) There was just so much crap going on that I started sucking at keeping up with LJ and flist. No slight was intended.

Either way, your art is breathtaking. I'm so glad I finally had a little time to kick around your LJ and take in the work you've done.

Cheers!