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Mebbe deres invizibul writing on dem.
(This caption was stolen directly from icanhazcheezburger.)
(You may now feel free to write crackfic about Daniel Ascending into cat form.)
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Episode: Threads, Season 8 Screen Capture from: stargatecaps.com
In case anyone missed the announcement a couple of days ago: Tuesday will be a particularly significant day for LOLMac. And only one person has made any attempt to guess why. Snif. Nobody cares . . . :-(
If you make a guess, PM me please -- if you guess in a comment, I'll have to screen the comment till after Tuesday.
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Just be grateful that I've vowed to use my powers for Good. Or occasionally, Naughty.
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Scarier, too, in a lot of cases! lol!
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*passes out happily*
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I just have no freaking clue what it could be. LOL
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I did go so far as to check the profile with a mind to checking if it was an anniversary the date of the founding of the journal, which I figured was an unlikely as being a bit too obvious but non-zero possibility, but when that turned out to be off the money, I gave up.
I love the fact that Daniel (at least as long as this cap is paired with this caption) looks indignant that Jack is finding the wall more interesting than him!
How cruel of you to tempt me with AscendedDaniel!Cat crackfic, when I have overdue fic I really, really need to be working on! ;)
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I'm Weak. So Weak.
Sam had made Brigadier and was freshly installed as the general in charge of the SGC when Daniel died yet again. Teal'c had been on a leave of absence, off helping with Rya'c's election campaign, so Colonel Mitchell, Vala, and a Lieutenant Gibbons had been the only witnesses. Cam, grey with guilt and anguish had explained that there had been no possibility of him surviving or of retrieving the body. The lava flow had been too sudden, and too hot. Daniel had been at the end of the line, and was the only one caught in it. Vala had been mute with grief, and her attempt to hide it behind a wobbly, teary smile fooled no one. Lieutenant Gibbons had said that he had turned at Daniel's cry, seen the lava start to roll over him, and that it was so hot that he had instantly burnt up in a bright flash of light, and then he had lost his lunch all over his combat boots, right there in the Gate Room in front of all the Marines.
Sam sent them all off to the infirmary, and then, with shaking hands, put a call through to the Pentagon. He needed to know.
"Sir," she said, thinking correctly that if she made this a "sir" call and not a "Jack" call, she might, just might get through this without breaking, "We've lost Daniel again."
General O'Neill seemed remarkably calm, considering.
"He's like the cat in that song," he said. "He'll be back."
How prophetic.
Some three weeks later, General O'Neill was in town to make his annual inspection of the SGC. Teal'c was back too, proud of his son's electoral success, and declaring his three year old grandson to be showing signs that he would grow to be a formidable warrior like his father.
When the remnants of SG-1 and General O'Neill (minus the lowly Lieutenant who discovered another obligation as soon as he heard how rare the air was going to be at pizza night this time) knocked on Carter's door that afternoon, they were concerned to find her looking a bit shaken.
"General Carter, you appear unwell," said Teal'c breaking the silence.
"What gives, Carter?" asked O'Neill.
"I have a new cat," she replied.
"Yeah. Heisenburg. We know," said Cam.
"No. This is a new new cat."
"Ooookay," said Jack. "And this is a problem because..."
"I can't pick him up," she said. "He just showed up inside the house, when he wasn't there when I left for work today, and I can't pick him up."
"Perhaps he just needs to get used to you," offered Vala brightly. "If you buy him a can of tuna instead of that nasty dry stuff, maybe he will be more-"
"No, you don't understand. It's physically impossible to pick him up. I just..." She made repeated upward motions of both hands, side by side and moving together. She looked rather pitifully at General O'Neill. "I think maybe I need to be relieved of my command, sir. I'm thinking of taking up knitting."
O'Neill gave a frown of concern, and placed his hands firmly in either pocket, a sure sign that he didn't want them semaphoring anything that the others might be able to interpret.
"I think you better show us this cat, Carter."
Carter, grimacing, and if anything a bit paler, gestured towards the kitchen, visible from the front hall.
"There he is now, sir."
A sleek well-muscled cat with an unusual coat of reddish brown fur and startling blue eyes jumped off the dark granite counter, and proceeded to walk through the central island. As in when he emerged, his head came through the solid wood, followed by the rest of his body. Through. He stalked up to Vala, walked figure eights around and between her legs, went to Mitchell and delicately sniffed his leg, jumped from there to the back of the living room couch and from there to Teal'c shoulder, and then down again, to stand over Jack's right sneaker, where he proceeded to noisily and convincingly hawk up an invisible hairball - all the sound was there, all the motion, no actual result.
There was silence as all present exchanged glances. Jack was the first to find his voice.
"As much as I'd like that sweater with the one arm longer than the other, Carter," said Jack, "I don't think your nuts, I'm not relieving you of your command, and I suggest you name him Daniel."
The cat began to purr.
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[wanders off muttering and you think you may have caught "Bwaahahahaaa! My work here is done!"]
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And don't you feel better now that you've got all that off your chest? The fic, I mean. Not the hairball.
Do you have an ff.net account? If not, can I pleasepleaseplease add this to "The Penguin Guide to Gate Travel"? (I've started posting strange items of crack there, as a running series.) Full attribution and credit and bouquets, of course!
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I will try to find the time to post it on ff.net tomorrow (think tonight will be a bit too busy here, since we have a still-gullible eight year old, and the bunny needs to make
hisher rounds), and then I have no objection to your adding a reference to it in the "Penguin Guide to Gate Travel" the next time you post another chapter, for those who might want to find more crack.My initial reaction was "Gee, I should just let Beth post it in "The Penguin Guide" where it will be easier for crack-lovers to find, but then I realized that 1) it's been a while since I read the TOS, and I have no idea if that would be a violation if I already have an account of my own, and 2) I would be cut out of any feedback that way. I'm not a tireless self-promoter, but I am a curious soul, and not knowing might be Bad.
Oh, and yeah. I feel so much better now that I have that hairball off my chest! My husband's giving me dirty looks and going for the paper towel though. What's the big deal? They were his old beat-up mowing shoes! ;)
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Go get him, kitty! Jack legs make EXCELLENT clawing posts.
Meeeeeeee-OW!
Yeah, and Daniel? Lose the flag.
...what?
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Daniel will instead get Jack back the way cats have done on dog lovers from time immemorial. Firstly he will shed on him profusely, especially if he is in uniform. Jack will never be able to get the hairs to go away because the lint roller will pass right through them. And then there's this:
"Carter! He's staring at me again! Why does he do that?! It gives me the creeps!"
Sam tries to pick him up and relocate him, but her hands go right through. Daniel moves himself several times, always to Jack's line of sight where the staring is most effective. The last time he relocates to Jack's lap, does a little kneading and circling thing, and settles in for a snooze. Jack is totally unable to extricate himself.
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Absolutely perfect. Thank you.
^_^
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i love this line.
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When Jack feels the love, he knows Daniel's in the room. :-D
Nice kitty, here kitty!
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And the snarkiness! Don't forget the snarkiness! ;)
Glad you enjoyed.
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List of what I love about this:
1. Sam had made Brigadier OMG YES! (I love Landry, but Sam deserves command when he retires.)
2. Vala had been mute with grief (flashbacks to "The Quest 2")
3. a "sir" call and not a "Jack" call
4. He's like the cat in that song (Jack knows Daniel too well ;D )
5. Teal'c was back too, proud of his son's electoral success (Go Ry'ac!)
6. Heisenburg (ROTFL Sam was probably going to name Daniel!cat "Higgs Boson".)
7. he didn't want them semaphoring anything that the others might be able to interpret LOL
8. walked figure eights around and between her legs (D'aww!)
9. an invisible hairball TRUE LOVE
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5. I also adored Teal'c's pride in his grandson.
6. More likely 'Boson Higgs' (who is also a character in Girl Genius).
I didn't know there was a crackified_gate comm! Woohoo!
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9. an invisible hairball TRUE LOVE
Next time, of course, it will be a visible, but equally impossible to pick up mouse, which will greatly disturb Jack, because given what he knows, he will spend the whole night wondering who was just dropped on his shoe. Cat!Daniel will spend the entire night grooming himself with his back resolutely turned toward Jack, because he had no appreciation of his special offering...
[Icon is Jack's reaction to the mouse.]
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Oh, I can see her now, with her delicate little mousie face, and her total refusal to be meek and timid like a proper mousie!
now expecting more crackfic
ETA: I was going to add, "And if you don't write it, I will" . . . but I think I just started writing it . . . helllpppp
an awkward morning
:D
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I'm getting it posted to LJ now.
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If That's the case, then I achieved exactly what I set out to achieve. Thank you so much, and sorry to take so long to get around to saying it!
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Love the pics.. the captions..
I thought that wall was fixed.. another invisible hole.
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LOL -- that must be it. Invizibal holes in the walls.
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I see a flag though. Darn it.
:-)
I am sorry I do not know the significance of tomorrow! Is it personally significant or does it have to do with this comm?
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Toozdae?
It's the 26th of April!
*proud grin*
I'm right, right??
....whaaaaat?
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I totally, utterly cracked at the invisible hairball!
OMG, this needs a Daniel!LOLcat for illustration!
Thank you! ::pokes around for more::
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The best version of the fic itself -- with all three sections -- is probably the one on Ao3, or the one at bethinexile.livejournal.com. I think that's where Fig's rec points, but I'm not completely certain.