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[doubledoctornocitrus]

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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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[priorly]

Don't speak too soon, you have no idea how bored I find myself getting, some nights. Call me one rainy Tuesday and ask me how I feel about your vital viscous simulations.

This is Prior, by the way.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

You! You're the one who put your hands down my pants!

[Context is everything. He thought he'd recognized the avatar, if not the name.]

[priorly]

Well exactly, and then look what happens. You don't write, you don't call...

[doubledoctornocitrus]

I was not under the impression that it was that sort of encounter/relationship/heroic rescue.

But also I have been busy and forgot your name despite my every intention otherwise.

[priorly]

You forgot my name.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

I can't remember *everyone's* name. And in my defense, you have a very unusual name.

[priorly]

Which is exactly why most people remember it! I mean, heavens to Betsy, sometimes the only good part about having a name that sounds like it was chosen with a pin in a thesaurus is that it makes you memorable.

But no, I see how it is. You probably take a nameless stranger up your alley twice a week, why would you remember me?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Oh for. I remember you! Just not your name. I was nearly choked out by hulking thugs. I grabbed your ass! You work at the place with John!

[priorly]

Oh, so you remember my ass but not my name.

Hm. Well. I suppose I can't pretend it's the first time.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

[Honestly, Rodney has no defense to that. Quick! A topic change!]

Are you texting me for a reason, or am I simply an idle amusement?

[priorly]

A 'genius with minions' doesn't strike me as an idle sort of person. Although you could be, I suppose. Are you the indolent sort of genius?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

A genius' work is never done, minions or no minions, and I'm sadly lacking minions at the moment.

Though currently I am frustrated by said work.

[priorly]

And what work is that, precisely?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Trying to advance the scientific community without actively launching them into the space age.

[priorly]

Like early man going from worshiping fire to roasting woolly mammoths over it, how noble. Life here must be quite the step back from being able to pick up a whole city and take it for a joyride when the whim moves you.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Scoff all you want. Someday you too will know the pain of taking a black marker to your own classified documents because what you know is not for public consumption. It's stunting is what it is.

John told you about the city?

[priorly]

Baby, I know plenty of things not for public consumption, but I don't kiss and tell.

A little. Do you miss it, too?

[doubledoctornocitrus]

[That sounded like innuendo. Hrm.]

Abandoned labs filled with dangerous half-finished experiments, forced to do the impossible on a regular basis for survival, constantly beset from all sides by certain doom--of course I miss it.

Don't you ever miss your home?

[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.

[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?