Outside Room 101

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam adjusted her denim skirt, worried that it was a little too short. Her hair was wet and tied back in a ponytail (she definitely needed to find someone who was able to cut that mop into something attractive before the dance, but it was too late to worry about it now). Her short-sleeved, scoop-necked sweater was blue and was made of some kind of fuzzy material that she couldn't remember the name of. It just met her waistband--she definitely needed to find taller friends from whom to borrow clothes.

She smoothed her hair into place one last time, then knocked on the door.

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[janet_fraiser]

OOC: *munches popcorn*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

OOC: It's only fair. I'm waiting eagerly for Daniel to show up.

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: OMG, I have to stop by his apartment tonight still! Crap!

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

OOC: *is dead*

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: He never answered the door. *pouts*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

OOC: Bummer. He does have classes today, though (I think).

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Just a sec!" John stopped combing his hair in a futile attempt to make it look presentable and just let it do what it wanted. He smoothed down his vintage Ramones t-shirt, checked the fly on his sexay butt-hugging jeans, and made sure his shoes were tied.

He opened the door to reveal an attractive blonde who, he hoped, answered to Sam. "Hi, Sam? I'm John." Whew, dude, you totally didn't give her the once-over. And remind me to thank that Kawalsky, depending.


((OOC: Mad dash to work time!))

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hi, John. Yeah, I'm Sam. Nice to meet you." She nodded and stuck her hands in her pockets, unsure of what to do with them. "Where do you want to go? I mean, do you have a destination in mind, or do you just want to wander around until we get to town?" So far, so good. And it's possible that she was gonna owe Kawalsky big time before this was all over.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Well, actually, I do have someplace in mind, and something to show you, down by the firing range, if ou're interested."

He takes two steps away and turns, realizing that this last bit of dialogue should trigger a bauw chika bauw bauw type of music in other circumstances, and turns around.

"I, uh, didn't mean it like that."

Dammit, Kawalsky, why didn't you give me better intel on this Sam chick? I mean, interests, friends, the fact she's a looker?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She laughs. It's nice to know he's just as nervous as she is.

"Sure, that sounds great." There's a junkyard down there that she'd been meaning to check out, but this probably wasn't the right time for that. Most guys weren't big on watching their date dig around in the dirt for spare engine parts.

"So, ah, your mom's the principal, huh? How's that working out for you?"

OOC: I checked with jerusalem_s and he said there's a junkyard and we're free to pillage at will

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's wonderful. Half the time I want to flee, and half the time I'm glad she's here. And half of each, I wish I didn't pick this dorm here and had a place off-campus. Wait. That's a lot of halves."

He hoped she was the kind of gal who was at least mildly interested in controlled explosions generated by eons-dead squishified animals and whose resulting energies propelled human-made transports, or at least tolerated people who did. Otherwise, this whole datemeeting would be a bust.

"Mom is... Mom. She's crazy, but she's got a good reason, y'know? It's complicated. Things from her past. Sorta."

He looked at her sideways, before holding the door open for her.

"You wouldn't happen to be familiar with time paradoxes, wouldja?"

((yay! junkyard, here we come! I've got me pillaging trousers on! hyarrr))

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

It was actually a novel experience to hear about the principal from someone who actually knew her and wasn't terrified of her. "Yeah, I get the whole 'past life making this one complicated' thing. A lot."

"What about time paradoxes? Theoretical physics is one of my are...hobbies." They weren't her specialty, but familiar with them? Oh, yeah. Maybe she'd get really lucky and they could talk about alternative universes.

She just realized how difficult this was going to be though--there was so much about herself she couldn't tell him.

((Laughing very hard at the idea of pillaging trousers))

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Past lives are always a problem. And future. Your life in the future, what you do, what you're supposed to do--"

He stops abruptly. There Is A Line You Don't Cross.

"Theoretical physics is a hobby? So you think about, what, time travel and parallel universes for fun, then?"

Birds chirping, they continued their walk to the junkyard slash firing range area

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She raises an eyebrow at his abrupt stop. That sounded interesting, and right up her alley.

"Oh, trust me, I know about the future causing problems, too. This one time..." She cuts herself off abruptly, shaking her head. "Sorry. Let's just say that sometimes you can take completely innocent actions in the present that have completely unforseen consequences later down the line. Actions, that, if you knew of the consequences, would absolutely keep you from taking those actions. The problem, of course, is that unless you've got precognition you can't know that ahead of time. So you've married the wrong guy and suddenly the fate of the world is at stake."

She blushes. "Sorry. Um, I get carried away sometimes."

"Yeah, um, time travel, parallel universes, stable wormholes created by an ancient race of aliens, . I find them fascinating." Oh, good, Sam. Because that didn't sound too dorky. This was exactly why O'Neill always got so frustrated with her. Not that she was thinking about Jack while on a date with another guy, because that would be rude.

She walked at his side, enjoying the slight breeze. "So, what do you do for fun?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Past lives are always a problem. And future. Your life in the future, what you do, what you're supposed to do--"

He stops abruptly. There Is A Line You Don't Cross.

"Theoretical physics is a hobby? So you think about, what, time travel and parallel universes for fun, then?"

Birds chirping around them, they continued their walk to the junkyard slash firing range area for John has worn his pillaging pants, his razing shoes, and his pirate bandanna hyarrr.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

bruising from the Hathor fight, I can understand, but the hair? Do explain.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I just think there's a beautiful simplicity in knowing alternate technology to do things. I dunno."

"Well, there's a distinct difference between physical nerdiness and mental nerdiness. Like, working with gears, with engines, fabricating, troubleshooting, that's one thing, that's gearhead nerdiness. Working with computers, working with theory, with numbers, with concepts, that's, I dunno, real nerdiness. I just didn't know you were both. It's a plus, that's all."

John glanced sideways at her. "Cyborg theory must be fascinating. I should sit in on a few. It's, just, I dunno, sometimes, too much machinery takes humanity out of the equasion."

((oh, sorry, I was going by the userinfo, which says Eastern Austraila +9 GMT. and now, SG-Atlantis!))

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've had the full college course of thinking outside the box. Ths place feels liek a vacation. So I was peering in. You do good work."

((ooc: yeah, I've taken John away from Principle Connor's mun, and I've been tweaking his userinfo bit by bit))

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She nods. "It's always good to have alternatives and be able to think outside of the box. I can't begin to tell you how many times it's saved my life butt."

"Yes, that's me," she said, rolling her eyes at both of them. "For I am the Queen of the Nerds. It's too bad I don't get a tiara with that post, though. No scepter, either, darn it. I checked."

"It's...okay. As far as my interests go, cyborg theory is kind of far down on the list. I can understand the appeal of cyborgs, though. Humanity's confusing and messy and unpredictible. Machines, though? They do exactly what you tell them to do, every time. If they don't act as you want them to, you just fix them until they do." She shrugged.

OOC: Don't worry about it. I'm Sam's second mun, and I forgot to change all the userinfo. *goes to do that*

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Hrm. I'd like to see you in a tiara. And combat boots. It makes quite the image, Your Highness."

"Sometimes, machines have a way of fixing themselves, though. But yeah," he said, brushing some branches out of the way, "humans tend to be unpredictable."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam bends down to walk under the branch, resisting the urge to shove him into the tree. "I'm not really the tiara type, unfortunately. Combat boots? Well, I already told you about that. Besides, they're comfy."

"Fixing themselves? Like with nanotechnology? That would really be something to see assuming I hadn't see that already."

She stumbled on a tree root, but regained her footing.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, they are." John looked down at his. "I need a new pair soon."

"Not fixing themselves, like repairing, I meant fixing themselves, like altering programming. You ever see that Jurassic Park movie?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She looks down at his feet. Gotta love a guy who appreciates the worth of a good pair of boots. "Ugh. I hate breaking new ones in."

"Yeah, I've seen Jurassic Park. Why?" She shivered. The sun had gone down, and it was cooling off rapidly.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Remember the thing about the frogs, the gender switch? I'm just saying, the more advanced a project is, the more ways it can be seriously screwed."

"I guess this is the part of the evening where I confess that I'm a hypocrite, since I adhere to both Keep It Simple Stupid and computer hacking. They kinda cancel each other out."