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[doubledoctornocitrus]

●●●●○ 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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[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 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?

[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. ]