what the crap

[magibrain]

So, searching around in my drafts folder, trying to find something to jump-start my brain out of a dry spell, I came across a file titled creepsteriffic.rtf that I don't remember creating. There is no summary in this file. I have left no notes to myself. I don't know where I was going with it. What it does contain is the header template form, and the following text:

1.

SGC operating procedure requires MALP input to be confirmed before a team goes through, and has ever since someone confirmed a habitable reading from the MALP, waited a few hours, and sent SG-1 through into a planet that was even then in the process of exploding.

So: when the MALP reports habitable environment but no habitation when the unit goes through, and then reports habitable environment but no habitation again when the team is on the ramp, and the team steps through into a ring of black-hooded figures with their hands in solemn clasps, one might assume that something is wrong.

Or something is right.

It's dangerous to make any assumptions too soon.

...

...

...other things in my drafts folder – my SG-1 drafts folder, mind, not some random drafts folder I might store formatting data in: a file called temp.rtf which consists of 2391 words of Lorem Ipsum, closed with the line "And as it turned out, THEY WERE ALL BEES!!"

Comments

[ivorygates]

I really like the first snippet.

As for the second, I can only say: your brain is a strange and wonderful place...

[magibrain]

I really want to know where I was going with the first one. Usually, there's enough context preserved in my unfinished/braintic documents to communicate the shape of the plot. This one, not so much.

As for the second... I can only think that I must have been testing the formatting somewhere where I intended to put long, story-like blocks of text. And I know where the joke comes from: my friends who edited a magazine for some time had a spate of stories come in (from different authors, natch) where "They were all BEES!" was the upshot of each one. (It must have been overflow from an anthology. That, or a really strange conspiracy or inside joke I wasn't privy to.) But... why was it in the SG-1 folder? All of my SG-1 fic goes here; I know the formatting already, and have plenty of extant entries if I wanted to test out CSS changes or something. What could I possibly have been testing?

[ivorygates]

Seriously! It could clearly go in so many different directions. I love the resigned tone to the opener, like: "and this is the SGC, where even when we make up some nice protocols and actually follow them, everything goes to hell."

As for the second one, police baffled. But you can delete it now and ignore it, right? And perhaps someday the agonizing trauma of the experience will fade... :P

[magibrain]

It's like with those disclaimers that you can look at and go, "this boggles my mind, but I'm absolutely certain they disclaimed this because someone, at some point, tried to sue." I'm sure that half of the regulations on the SGC's books have that kind of encoded story behind them.

"And... okay, tell me why we have to take air samples six times, with decreasing intervals, over the course of four hours, for every new biome the MALP encounters?"

"Well, Lieutenant, let me tell you the story of PX4-227..."

(Actually, one of the things I really want to know is whether they developed a system to allow MALPs to dial the Stargate – or perform some other kind of diagnostic – after The Fifth Race, where the DHD was there and intact, but nonfunctional. Mostly, I'm just really charmed by the mental image of a MALP poking at the DHD with its little robot arm.)


As for the second file, I guess I could delete it. But then I'd deprive myself of the exquisit confusion when I inevitably forgot all about it and discovered it yet again. <_<