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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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Comments

[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?

[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.