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So.
I was thinking about Awful Romance Novel (hereafter known as ARN) because I can't seem to get it out of my head and I was asking questions and rewriting sections in my brain and figuring out which characters go where. Alex was having fun picking holes into the plot of ARN (which was thoroughly amusing and necessary) and Weather!Pattern!John seemed to be in his good mood, as he was in default Clouds-Over-Rodney to protect him from sunlight and then Beams of Joy over everyone else in my head when suddenly?
I'm mocking WP!John for being, well, weather, and I feel just this. Smugness. It was like...
Mystery Stranger: Huh. *walk walk walk*
Me: What on earth...? Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Mystery Stranger: *lean* *stares at Rodney!mushroom!muse* *WP!John starts to swirl threateningly* Mckay, did you know you're a mushroom?
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *scowl* Don't remind me. Trust me, you don't want to get me started on this and the general ineptitude of the brain I am forced to inhabit. Who are you supposed to be, anyway? Because the Colonel is over there being stupid with the weather, so obviously you're some sort of pod person.
Mystery Stranger (hereafter known as John!2): *smirk* John Sheppard. Detective, not Colonel. You sure make a funny reporter looking like that.
*WP!John coalesces over John!2 and rains. Hard.*
Me: No. *headdesk*
Rodney!mushroom!muse: I'm a physicist, not a reporter! Do you think I would actually waste my time writing for the unwashed masses when I have scientific discoveries beyond your comprehension to uncover??
John!2: Huh.
*WP!John now adds lightning. This is his way of saying he's really pissed and no one should ever, ever talk to Rodney unless it's him. He's tried this tactic on Draco before, but Draco just magics himself impervious and completely ignores it. That doesn't make WP!John happy either.*
*John!2 looks at WP!John*: Terrible weather here, isn't it?
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *smug* It's because you're making the Colonel angry.
John!2: *nods thoughtfully* So. *gestures at mushroom!Rodney* You're just kinda... stuck there, aren't you?
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *scowl* I said I don't want to talk about it.
John!2: Because you're really vulnerable like that. Someone could come up, and... do anything to you. Like this. *John!2 whacks Rodney!mushroom!muse on the back of his head and takes one step back*
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *flails incoherently. And ineffectually.*
John!2: *silently amused*
WP!John: *throws some tornadoes around for good measure*
*repeat ad nauseam*
Me: *sigh* Colonel, knock it off with the weather. I know you're just mad because you can't thwap the back of Rodney's head, and anyway, that's what happens when you decide you want to be weather instead of a normal muse. Knock it off.
John!2: So. Anyone listen to Johnny Cash in here?
Harry: OMG YOU ARE FANTASTIC.
Me: *headdesk*
Also: John!2 was quietly disappointed when he realized that my Johnny Cash library consists of: I Walk the Line, Hurt, and one line of Burning Ring of Fire. Which is, of course, "na na na na burning ring of fire" and therefore isn't even a full line.
Have I mentioned recently that I'm crazy?
I was thinking about Awful Romance Novel (hereafter known as ARN) because I can't seem to get it out of my head and I was asking questions and rewriting sections in my brain and figuring out which characters go where. Alex was having fun picking holes into the plot of ARN (which was thoroughly amusing and necessary) and Weather!Pattern!John seemed to be in his good mood, as he was in default Clouds-Over-Rodney to protect him from sunlight and then Beams of Joy over everyone else in my head when suddenly?
I'm mocking WP!John for being, well, weather, and I feel just this. Smugness. It was like...
Mystery Stranger: Huh. *walk walk walk*
Me: What on earth...? Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Mystery Stranger: *lean* *stares at Rodney!mushroom!muse* *WP!John starts to swirl threateningly* Mckay, did you know you're a mushroom?
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *scowl* Don't remind me. Trust me, you don't want to get me started on this and the general ineptitude of the brain I am forced to inhabit. Who are you supposed to be, anyway? Because the Colonel is over there being stupid with the weather, so obviously you're some sort of pod person.
Mystery Stranger (hereafter known as John!2): *smirk* John Sheppard. Detective, not Colonel. You sure make a funny reporter looking like that.
*WP!John coalesces over John!2 and rains. Hard.*
Me: No. *headdesk*
Rodney!mushroom!muse: I'm a physicist, not a reporter! Do you think I would actually waste my time writing for the unwashed masses when I have scientific discoveries beyond your comprehension to uncover??
John!2: Huh.
*WP!John now adds lightning. This is his way of saying he's really pissed and no one should ever, ever talk to Rodney unless it's him. He's tried this tactic on Draco before, but Draco just magics himself impervious and completely ignores it. That doesn't make WP!John happy either.*
*John!2 looks at WP!John*: Terrible weather here, isn't it?
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *smug* It's because you're making the Colonel angry.
John!2: *nods thoughtfully* So. *gestures at mushroom!Rodney* You're just kinda... stuck there, aren't you?
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *scowl* I said I don't want to talk about it.
John!2: Because you're really vulnerable like that. Someone could come up, and... do anything to you. Like this. *John!2 whacks Rodney!mushroom!muse on the back of his head and takes one step back*
Rodney!mushroom!muse: *flails incoherently. And ineffectually.*
John!2: *silently amused*
WP!John: *throws some tornadoes around for good measure*
*repeat ad nauseam*
Me: *sigh* Colonel, knock it off with the weather. I know you're just mad because you can't thwap the back of Rodney's head, and anyway, that's what happens when you decide you want to be weather instead of a normal muse. Knock it off.
John!2: So. Anyone listen to Johnny Cash in here?
Harry: OMG YOU ARE FANTASTIC.
Me: *headdesk*
Also: John!2 was quietly disappointed when he realized that my Johnny Cash library consists of: I Walk the Line, Hurt, and one line of Burning Ring of Fire. Which is, of course, "na na na na burning ring of fire" and therefore isn't even a full line.
Have I mentioned recently that I'm crazy?