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I haven't actually done this one in a while...
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philomytha, "Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"
The Tau'ri simply assumed everyone could read.
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"SG-1," Jack answered, because that was the only answer that had ever made any sense.
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One of the most delightful things about traveling not to a parallel universe but to one which intersected at right angles with his own reality was that there tended to be so many books around that he hadn't read.
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And perhaps this meant Cordelia really wouldn't be offended if he wrote to her about what he'd been thinking; he'd written those sorts of love letters a few times, although he'd been younger and drunker and cribbed half his material directly from the letters Ges wrote to him first.
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Cordelia stepped into Second Rec thinking to find it empty, but the receiving room was occupied by one uniformed lieutenant, standing very straight with his forehead against the wall and his hands clasped at the small of his back.
philomytha, "Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"The Tau'ri simply assumed everyone could read.
***
"SG-1," Jack answered, because that was the only answer that had ever made any sense.
***
One of the most delightful things about traveling not to a parallel universe but to one which intersected at right angles with his own reality was that there tended to be so many books around that he hadn't read.
***
And perhaps this meant Cordelia really wouldn't be offended if he wrote to her about what he'd been thinking; he'd written those sorts of love letters a few times, although he'd been younger and drunker and cribbed half his material directly from the letters Ges wrote to him first.
***
Cordelia stepped into Second Rec thinking to find it empty, but the receiving room was occupied by one uniformed lieutenant, standing very straight with his forehead against the wall and his hands clasped at the small of his back.
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Aral's love letters play a tragically almost nonexistent role in that story, but, yes! And the alternate universes story is the one I am working on next!
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The first one is intriguing. The intersection of reading/non reading cultures isn't something you think about every day, yeah?
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And, yeah, there are a bunch of culture-shock-y things going on in SG-1 that are never fully addressed. But that's what fanfic is for! \o/