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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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[ But she likes slobber! She likes being friends! Seren pauses, still laid out on her side with one paw hovering in the air, and flicks her ears at the no. Why no? Why not 'good girl'? Is she not being a good girl? What must she do? Life is so confusing!

John surveys this interaction with amusement before softly whistling to get Seren's attention. She rolls onto her feet immediately and gives a little shake to right her fur, then pads over to John as he gestures for them to walk. Bar, remember Rodney? Drinks! ]

A wizard?

[ He echoes curiously. It's probably not something that will end how he imagines, but it's not... you know, in the realm of the impossible. ]

And what wizardly powers are you hoping for.

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[Sorry, pupper. Rodney manages one last pat before Seren zips off to John's side (thank goodness) so that they can head bar-ward. Which only strikes Rodney as vaguely odd. There is a great deal of alcohol available in Olympia, and considering how absolutely backwards it is, small wonder.]

Wizard.

[That's right. You heard him. He stands and brushes himself off to fall into step with John. Dog duly paid attention to, he let's her be a dog without any further input from him.]

I'm not sure yet. It's going to require research. I wouldn't mind a little bit of your...alternative gene or whatever you're calling it. Not-ATA.

[He waves at all of John's person rather casually.]

But there are a handful of extrasensory perceptions and psychic abilities that I sometimes miss that I wouldn't mind regaining.

[impavid]

Technopathy!

[ Having a cool name for his power is important. ]

Like Apocalypse!

[ Maybe not picking a... supervillain to compare to, John? ]

Maybe I'll learn to shapeshift later too and can turn into a jet plane.

[ John, no. ]

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[Technopathy, good enough.]

Yes, yes, technopathy. Like...Apocalypse? That's. Appropriate.

[Rodney makes a face. Too soon? Maybe too soon. He snorts, though.]

I was just thinking that if I'm going to be a frustrated in my dreams of becoming a Nobel Laureate [(ahem)] and artificially restricted by knockoff-Ascended, then I'm going to branch out to an entire new area and become the best there is at something I'm not going to be looking over my shoulder waiting for the ruler to come down across my knuckles.

And it would be nice to, you know, do magic.

[He sounds a little wistful at that. And he's absolutely oblivious that his shielding spell carried over from the simulation. Technically, he's already doing magic. Sometimes.]

Alright, you know that turning into a jet plane is ridiculous, and I know that turning into a jet plane is ridiculous, but have you actually seen or heard someone do something like that here, because this is magic and I'm not going to rule anything out.

[impavid]

[ There's gotta be some local version of a Nobel Prize, right? Maybe John should look into that, to give Rodney something else to work toward.

More importantly, turning into a jet plane? ]

Well, no, but with my more advanced genetics I'm assuming anything is possible.

[ And with that, John turns and shoulders his way into a bar -- Seren padding along happily by his feet. It's small, and relatively quiet at this time of day, but the barkeep looks up and offers John a smile that says he knows him ]

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Advanced?!

[Ah, that's an indignant squawk if there ever was.]

Excuse you, there's nothing 'more advanced' about being a throwback. Or a Natha experiment or whatever you are.

[Skipping a step to catch up, he mutters in disgruntlement. John's might be admittedly vaguely special, but not that special, and certainly not advanced. There's a huff or two involved as Rodney argues with himself about the very idea and what John might be implying as he follows John into the bar.

Oh, he just followed John (and Seren) into the bar. The change in locale pulls him halfway out of his huff. He blinks at the barkeep and then at John.]

You're a regular here, aren't you.

[impavid]

[ First a throwback, and now a Natha experiment!

John lofts an eyebrow at Rodney in silent judgement, then gestures to the bar expansively. ]

Elementary, my dear Watson. Now, what do you want to drink?

[ The barkeeper, seemingly unmoved by their exchange, has come out from behind the bar to pet Seren -- who, fearsome guard-dog that she is, is already rolling around on the floor in delight. ]

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[The silent judgement doesn't even phase Rodney, and honestly he's just jealous. But it's the omnipresent, comfortable sort of jealousy of one who's managed to get as far as he has without any little 'advantages' so he's going to take that as some sort of moral victory.]

Um.

[Coffee his beverage of choice, the sheer quantity of caffeine coursing his veins mixes poorly with any sort of depressant like alcohol, especially sort of...early in the day. So that question is tricky. He wrinkles his nose and watches Seren shamelessly cadge bellyrubs from their barkeep. At least he's not under pressure.]

Whatever you're getting?

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[ 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.

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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?

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[ 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. ]

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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.

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[ 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. ]