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nysalogs2018-11-11 05:51 pm
doubledoctornocitrus) wrote in nysalogs2018-11-11 05:51 pm
[Open/Closed] There is life outside your apartment...
Who: Rodney McKay (doubledoctornocitrus) & Annie Walker (smithsonian), & TJ Johansen (stargatemedic), & Felicity Smoak (alergictonuts), & Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy), & Various/Open
What: November Catchall
When: Various dates in November
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Rodney is basically his own warning. I'm sorry.
Evening, Olympia (Closed to Annie Walker)
"You!"
Apropos of Nothing (Closed to Felicity)
Are you planetside?
Do you have a roommate?
Re: Your Destiny. (Closed to TJ)
This time, Rodney avails himself of the tools he's given, and looks up 'Tamara Johansen' in the little social media applet that's been treating him surprisingly well. With her as a medic, he should have figured she'd work in a clinic, and it's convenient that she's actually in Olympia. And, well, it's also convenient that the clinic is in Olympia as well, because he's stopped off at the...healers(????) once or maybe twice and if Beckett had practiced mystic bullshit, this planet's idea of the medical arts is beyond the pale.
Regardless. Rodney shows up at TJ's work with a smile and asks for her specifically.
A Stopped Clock (Closed to Ianto)
Whereas Rodney had, prior to his discussion with John, resolved to be Nice(tm) to Ianto, the discussion had had the surprise side-effect of forcing him to realize he actually needed to make an effort. Conveniently, the cafe-like place within which the discussion took place has pretty good coffee, which is as good an offering as any. And...honestly...Rodney has next-to-no clue what Ianto is actually like or would actually like.
Which probably wasn't good, considering the whole vague hand-gesture-y situation.
Armed with cafe coffee not made by someone whose optimal brew was 'nearly caustic with pesticide levels of caffeine', Rodney attempts to hunt Ianto down using his vague recollections of things that weren't his work and were also people-related, all while nervously trying not to admit to himself that it's important to not fuck up this actual human relationship. It's not even his relationship, which is somehow worse, because if he fucks up then it's not him who is going to be suffering the most.
And so, Ianto, Rodney comes bearing one (1) gift.
Making a Racket (Open -- Thesean Starter Housing)
Rodney keeps odd hours, even considering that they're on new planet and sometimes it can take a while for daily circadian rhythms to synchronize with diurnal cycles. Which means he's up in the middle of the night and there's crackling noises and flickering light coming from beneath his door as he does the Mad Science thing. He's bound and determined to learn how to make this world's technology for himself--and then try and apply a bit of his own know-how to it. But to do that, he's gotta break some eggs. So speak.
It's just very, very late and the apartments aren't very far apart.
Wildcard (Open -- Anywhere)
[Poke me for a custom starter elsewise! I'll match brackets or prose. Plx plot with me. :D]
doubledoctornocitrus) & Annie Walker (smithsonian), & TJ Johansen (stargatemedic), & Felicity Smoak (alergictonuts), & Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy), & Various/OpenWhat: November Catchall
When: Various dates in November
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Rodney is basically his own warning. I'm sorry.
Evening, Olympia (Closed to Annie Walker)
"You!"
Apropos of Nothing (Closed to Felicity)
Are you planetside?
Do you have a roommate?
Re: Your Destiny. (Closed to TJ)
This time, Rodney avails himself of the tools he's given, and looks up 'Tamara Johansen' in the little social media applet that's been treating him surprisingly well. With her as a medic, he should have figured she'd work in a clinic, and it's convenient that she's actually in Olympia. And, well, it's also convenient that the clinic is in Olympia as well, because he's stopped off at the...healers(????) once or maybe twice and if Beckett had practiced mystic bullshit, this planet's idea of the medical arts is beyond the pale.
Regardless. Rodney shows up at TJ's work with a smile and asks for her specifically.
A Stopped Clock (Closed to Ianto)
Whereas Rodney had, prior to his discussion with John, resolved to be Nice(tm) to Ianto, the discussion had had the surprise side-effect of forcing him to realize he actually needed to make an effort. Conveniently, the cafe-like place within which the discussion took place has pretty good coffee, which is as good an offering as any. And...honestly...Rodney has next-to-no clue what Ianto is actually like or would actually like.
Which probably wasn't good, considering the whole vague hand-gesture-y situation.
Armed with cafe coffee not made by someone whose optimal brew was 'nearly caustic with pesticide levels of caffeine', Rodney attempts to hunt Ianto down using his vague recollections of things that weren't his work and were also people-related, all while nervously trying not to admit to himself that it's important to not fuck up this actual human relationship. It's not even his relationship, which is somehow worse, because if he fucks up then it's not him who is going to be suffering the most.
And so, Ianto, Rodney comes bearing one (1) gift.
Making a Racket (Open -- Thesean Starter Housing)
Rodney keeps odd hours, even considering that they're on new planet and sometimes it can take a while for daily circadian rhythms to synchronize with diurnal cycles. Which means he's up in the middle of the night and there's crackling noises and flickering light coming from beneath his door as he does the Mad Science thing. He's bound and determined to learn how to make this world's technology for himself--and then try and apply a bit of his own know-how to it. But to do that, he's gotta break some eggs. So speak.
It's just very, very late and the apartments aren't very far apart.
Wildcard (Open -- Anywhere)
[Poke me for a custom starter elsewise! I'll match brackets or prose. Plx plot with me. :D]
no subject
"I just. Have been monopolizing the conversation." That seems like a safe sort of comment with the benefit of being true while also avoiding what he realized might be an actual issue he will need to deal with at a later date. Or on a later date, so to speak. "And I. Would like to know more about you. Since all I really know is that you're a spy and incredibly hot, so..."
no subject
"That isn't something you know about me, that's something you can see," she tells him without denying that she's good looking. She is. It helps with the 'being a spy' and then she watches him for a moment before turning her expression curious. "I'm not sure what you want to know about me. I like being outdoors, I'm an adrenaline junkie, I can speak eighteen languages," she says as if it's perfectly normal, "nine of them fluently. I've been to six continents and I've been dead."
Her smile turns teasing. "I've never been married. You?"
no subject
He nods along with her list of things-about-her, though, and perks up a little bit at the eighteen languages thing. That's an excellent sign of intelligence and maybe he's shallow, but the fact that it's more than he can speak suggests she might not immediately fail to be an intellectually challenging conversationalist. He subconsciously shifts her from 'random blonde who kissed me' more into 'someone who I might actively engage with as an individual.' He ticks a notch more comfortable around her.
His eyes widen at the 'dead' thing, though. That sounds suspiciously like the nonsense he'd gotten up to with the SGC. He answers her question, his mind half on the 'dead' thing and still faintly preoccupied with Jennifer, by mushing them together and saying, "Oh, no, I almost proposed once before I realized I couldn't do that to her and I was well on my way there again before the Storm caught me up, but never actually married, either. Seriously, though, dead? Were you resuscitated? Or was there some fancy CIA technology involved?"
no subject
She's half teasing and half involved in his relationships for him, but the question about her dying leads her to her own remembrances of romance and she inhales deeply before propping her hand on her chin and looking off into the distance for a moment, deciding how best to answer the question. As openly as possible seems to be the best way and she fixes him with a gentle smile.
"No fancy CIA tech, I'm afraid," she starts. "My mentor was a Russian operative and she shot me twice in the chest in an attempt to prove I was a traitor. I wasn't, by the way, in case you need me to tell you that. I would have stayed dead if my sister hadn't arranged for a delivery to my house that afternoon. The delivery guy saw me on the kitchen floor bleeding out and called 911. They saved my life at the hospital."