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●●●●○ THESA

RODNEY MCKAY
@phdphd (40), New Lantea

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I WAS A: genius with minions. I'm now a relocated genius sans minions.

I'M SKILLED IN: Technology, Ancient and otherwise.

I'M LOOKING FOR: Tech I've never seen before that you don't want back.

ALSO, I'M: Irritated by the vast quantity of physics-violating objects and alcohols.

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[priorly]

[You're sharp as a tack, Rodney. Though of course it isn't really. Prior's a classified document himself, written through with arcane prophecy. Divine edicts run though his veins. Innuendo's just a way of brushing over all that.]

Every single day. New York City, true center of the universe. Crazy, noisy, dangerous and mean. And glorious. Barring the labs it doesn't sound so different to Atlantis.

...now I have Rent stuck in my head. T_T;;;;;

[doubledoctornocitrus]

I personally prefer alien technology to taxi cabs, but honestly, when you put it that way, they do sound very similar. Though I'm surprised you would go for drug running if you came from New York. Didn't you get enough of that there?

it's another manhattan based aids play, close enough

[priorly]

Oh, I see. You think because I'm queer I must be some kind of drug fiend, is that it? Loopy on poppers and tina, swaying through Times Square looking for a John?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

What?! No? No, no, that's definitely not what I was implying.

[...not...consciously. Rodney, no.]

One, you already said you weren't a prostitute, which I realize now I had assumed was also a retroactive denial. I will claim that it was a logical assumption, however. And two, I have no idea what either of those drug slang words are supposed to be referring to, so clearly that I did not assume you were hopped up on them in the least. Either now or then.

[priorly]

Uh huh. I see. Well, so long as you didn't. Because you know who assuming makes an ass of?

Just you, so we're clear. It just makes an ass of you.

Although everyone uses poppers, of course, you'd be crazy if you didn't. And it's not like Tina isn't pleasant company once in a while.

[impavid]

[ There's definitely no hurry, with the way Seren is swishing her tail and making the barkeep exclaim over how big she's getting. John rolls his eyes at the display, because honestly. ]

At least pretend to be dignified, come on!

[ Seren, who may not understand the words but recognises the tone, rolls to sit up and shakes a little. This leaves the barkeeper unable to rub her (extremely fluffy) belly, so he relents and pushes up to his feet -- pausing to wash his hands while John gestures for two drinks. ]

Anyway, I'm not the only one who developed weird abilities so it's definitely possible you could do it. Maybe you too can be a weird experiment.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Are you trying to imply that Tina is actually a woman? Because that's not what it sounded like from context in your previous text.

I'm also very aware what assumptions accomplish, thank you. I don't care about the opinions of others.

[Because it's text, he manages to not give away the lie with his face. Too bad it's pretty clear it's a lie anyway.]

If Tina is a woman, would John also be a particular man in the aforementioned assumption scenario?

[priorly]

Oh, you have been a sheltered soul. I fear I may be reinforcing stereotypes when I should be tapping you on the nose with a rolled newsheet. Still.

Tina's known to her more formal acquaintances as methamphetamine. She's strong stuff, purely for high days and holy ones, rest assured.

John's a man prone to picking up hookers. [And a mutual acquaintance, but he doesn't have to explain that's not what he means - does he?]

Are we clearer now?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Are puppies capable of dignity when they're being spoiled?

[An idle observation as Rodney settles himself at the bar, because they're at a bar and isn't that what people do? If John wants to sit at a table or something, he's going to have to be more specific.

At he 'you too' comment, though, he sniffs in his a very distinctive 'no, I definitely do not ever want to experience that and I am also lying.']

Maybe. I'm not sure how weird it would be as an experiment here, especially if everyone's getting random abilities.

[Oh, but the curiosity:] Who else has them? Besides you?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

[A newssheet!? To be or not to be offended.

Actually.

Rodney's just going to remember that comment. For ammunition. And ignore it. Because he's better than that.]

I suppose if one didn't believe in holy days they'd get around that by utilizing the high ones.

And I know what a John is, thank you very much. I've been living in another galaxy, not under a rock. My concern is the ambiguity of your statement. John-John has never struck me as prone to soliciting sex. Well. Not like that. Other ways, maybe. But that's beside the point.

[impavid]

[ Who else?

Well.

Ianto, which is awkward.

John settles himself sitting beside Rodney and takes a drink as he's offered it, immediately sipping it to buy time. ]

I knew a guy who had some healing ability thing.

[ 'I knew a guy' sounds weirdly made up but: actually, true. ]

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Oh, that sounds useful.

[If Rodney could heal himself, then he might be infinitesimally less concerned about getting hurt. Of course, he'd still have gotten hurt in the first place which: not ideal.

And it's not like he hasn't done the experimental gene therapy before, after all.

He peers at his drink, takes a sip and tries not make a face.]

I would prefer something useful. Oh. Like. Bamfing.

[impavid]

[ Bamfing. John smiles to himself at the mental image, turning his drink in idle circles. ]

Yeah, but you'd need Nightcrawler's fancy spatial awareness too so you didn't bamf yourself into a brick wall.

[ Teleporting is cool and all, but also: potentially dangerous. ]