Mistah Fixits is open!

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney's listening to the radio, relieved that they've stopped playing that 'Eternal Flame' song by the Bangles. Or songs by students. He spent over a year in Atlantis and knows only too well the pain of listening to other people singing when they don't know they're out of tune. Or when they don't care that they out of tune.

Holly is fixed and facing the wall. Rodney got tired of listening to him criticise his work. IQ of 6000, whatever. The thing nags worse than Zelenka and is more annoying than Kavanaugh.

Bring out yer dead things to be fixed!

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[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

The Cat slinks into the shop "did you fix 'im?" he asks grinning

((why did I decide to have Holly? This is gonna be a nightmare, having to change pictures all the time! I'm a fool))

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney rolls his eyes as he goes to the corner with Holly. "He wasn't broken in the first place. He was just...sleeping." He hauls off the sheet that covered the...computer monitor person. "Or whatever these things do when their visual interface circuits are burned out."

[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

The Cat looks at Holly and grins "hey buddy!" he screeches at him.

Holly looks up and in a a strong regional British accent says "how's it hanging? Did ya miss me?" then grins in a slightly vacant way

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney winces. Reunions. Just what he hates. "Yes. I'm sure you two have much to catch up on. Do it somewhere else."

He hands the Cat the invoice.

[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

The Cat looks at the invoice then sighs and shakes his head muttering something about him not being worth it as he pulls out his wallet and hands over the cash.

"you'd better get the monkey back," he tells Holly

[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

Holly continues to grin vacantly "sure think dude, I'm on it! I've got an IQ of six thousand, no problem!"

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney rolls his eyes as he pockets the cash. "An IQ of six thousand that can be broken by melting the little yellow resistor in your visual circuitry, yeah, whatever."

[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

Holly (who is just a disembodied head occasionally with hands) moves his line of vision (ie his entire head) to look at Rodney

"Well that's not very nice is it? And after I offered to teach you my new musical scale as well!"

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't a musical scale - I couldn't even hear half the notes!"

He makes shooing motions at the Cat and Holly. "I've got work to do."

[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

The Cat smiles and goes to the back of Holly's trolly to push him back to the shop. "Thanks Buddy," he says as he leaves looking down at Holly and still going on about the monkey and something that sounds very much like 'goal post head.'

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Wanders in just to be difficult*


So, McKay, blow anything up today?

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Not yet. Want to be the first?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Wow. The sheer number of ways I could take that as a sexual invitation is just astounding.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

*gives John a look*

You asked if I'd blown up anyone today, not if I'd blown anyone today.

And, before you even ask: no, I haven't blown anyone today either. And don't even think of offering to be the first.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

You're so easy to wind up.

And you're not exactly my type. I prefer... you know... friendly. and good looking

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

That's because I'm a sensitive soul, Sheppard.

Don't you have classes or something?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Funny, I thought the only thing you were sensitive to was lemon peels. You've certainly never demonstrated any other kind of sensitivity.

And my classes for the day are over. Mensa-type here, remember? I get the work done pretty fast.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, I hide it well.

You know, I'm surprised you even re-enrolled at school.

So what do you usually do around here after you've finished your classes? Other than come and bother me.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how well you hide it. So well most people think it's non-existant.

As for me re-enrolling, once you got me dumped here, I had no choice! I couldn't see how to get back to Atlantis and if enrolled in classes I could at least move into the dorms so I had a place to sleep and some food.

Besides, once you've battled the Wraith for a while, Prof. Cregg really isn't that scary.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Does Professor Cregg know you compare her to life-sucking aliens with a bad case of Albino Draculosis?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Prof. Cregg knows that I'll walk her home when she gets completely plastered, so I'm not so worried about it.

And the Wraith aren't albino. Green is a color.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Details, details, Sheppard.

And do you usually walk your teachers home after they've been out drinking?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

It was the next flipping morning. Cam and I went out jogging and ran into her. Seemed the gentlemanly thing to do to make sure she got home okay. I'm sure that would never have occured to you.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have been out jogging the next morning, so, no, the idea wouldn't have occurred to me.

No need to get touchy.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*pokes Rodney's pudgy belly* That's right. You're working on a good case of scurvy and whatever else healthy eating can avoid. Speaking of which, how the hell do you avoid scurvy if you're so allergic to citrus stuff?

And now we're back to 'you so aren't my type'.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

*steps out of range* Scurvy isn't just citrus. It's green stuff as well. Vegetables and all that. Jonas usually cooks it. Someone gave him one of those famous cookbook things and he's working his way through the recipes.