Disclaimer - I don't own ANY of the Stargate Characters or anyone else
featuring in this story, apart from myself. (Although owning a Jack
O'Neill, humana, humana, humana, oookkkaayy moving swiftly on) Enjoy.
Summary - I have no idea where this came from, or why the heck I'm writing it, just that I was needing a break from my other work, I was bored, I wanted a laugh, I've been awake for eighteen hours and I've had lots of coffee. Plus I was reading through some feedback of my stories and realised they actually tell a lot about people and so why not use your good selves as a muse of my own. And so here's an adventure for us fanfic writers. (have I ever mentioned I'm slightly on the wacky side? Krusty can validate my point)
Dedicated to everyone who's ever given appreciated, helpful, encouraging feedback, including some favs Krusty, Ted Sadler, Movielover, Mara Jade, Roque872002,Crossbecca, Wolvierogue, Jobelle,Lynn, Kara, Felicia, Thruma, NG and Falcon, along with lots of others.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 22:00
Ok one minute I was typing on my computer, writing a perfectly interesting S/J fluff story which would have had people entranced for hours (get the feeling I'm proud of my work?) And the next moment I've found myself sitting in a strange room, (which looks awfully like an office area curiously similar to one described in many a story I've read on fanfic), still typing (obviously) at my own computer (thankfully) being stared at by one of our very own muses (which is kinda disconcerting).
After taking a second too gather my senses (ok ok I know it takes longer than a second, give me a break and be thankful it's Carter and not O'Neill or I may never have gotten back to you). I have managed to do an impressing eyebrow raise (not just Tealc who can do this) and given Carter a 'What the hell is going on?' look. All this and I haven't gone completely, 'Oh my God' I've died and gone to fanfic heaven', upon meeting one of my muses face to face. As she continues too look me over with those blue eyes, (which seem even bluer in the muse flesh) I have managed to type this little titbit of information down for you, but forgive me if I sign off to find out what truly is going on.
Note: I wonder whether I should take my computer in for a major overhaul, I've been spending way too much time with it lately methinks. Way too much time writing and reading stories, spurred on thankfully by the great feedback as well as getting addicted to certain writers and their great stories. Get with the program Lou and sign off.
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22:41
Righty ho chaps, I've managed to gather a little information to relay to you. This is truly fascinating, apparently our muses, (who are even better looking in this muse limbo, I find myself in, than in our minds) have found a way to tap into our Author brainstem connected network. (I didn't know there was such a thing in existence either but apparently, it does. It is a connection in which we control our muses to play the stories in our minds for us to write them into the several hundred stories we have buzzing throughout our thoughts.)
They created a device, (with way too many equations, long worded components and quite frankly scary concept behind it) in which they can bring us too them instead of us the authors bringing our muses to ourselves when we are in need of inspiration. Guess who came up with the idea, the original creators made the woman just too damn smart. (Anyone feel like the tables have been turned way too much?). I've been assured they weren't picking on me, I just happen to be zapped here in the experimental stage (which of course made me feel so much better. I'm sitting in a office, being spoken to by my muses, how much safer could a girl feel?) I can hear the white van pulling up some where in the real world, just hope they don't put the straight jacket on before I finished writing this all down.
Can I just say this is the most bizarre situation? In a way it totally sucks, here I am surrounded in the flesh by said muses, who I have been informed (we give the guy way too much leeway in his opinions, although I shouldn't care he is drop dead gorgeous.) do have an actual life and they don't have all the time in their world (wherever this world is) to come running to our aid whenever our situation for a desperate needed muse talk arises. I have been asked to relay this too you all although who am I to tell you when to call on the muses of our stories.
I did give this argument over to the good Colonel who gave me a very scary look and pursed his lips together; maybe I shouldn't have replied so quickly. As I said it sucks, I've managed to ask 'What the Hell was going on?' and that's pretty much it. I'm sitting in a strange situation, surrounded by muses who are pretty much real, .(I know this because I just had to pinch Tealc's bicep's, they are impressive. He didn't look impressed but how much can a person read in a raised brow expression?) I am way out of my league and feel slightly picked on. They've given me a few moments alone to gather my wits, and I grabbed the opportunity to type this out.
''What the?'
Ok I'm yet again gonna get back to you, someone else has just arrived and they look pretty much as confused as I am.
BRB
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23:06
Well things are taking an even larger turn in the interesting stakes. Not only have the Sg1 muses managed to beam myself into bizarro land, but several other confused authors, computers, laptops, pads and pencil in tow. And funnily enough, we all apparently know each other at least by common interest of each other's fiction. The first person to arrive (see entry above, last sentence) was a young blonde-haired woman, who arrived looking dazed, confused and had a handbag slung over one shoulder.
After a brief introduction, I discovered it was one other than the writer of the pseudonym Krusty. After exchanging pleasantries, relaying said information from above entries, (which took a little time considering the hair colour) she was overcome with awe as her favourite muse, Jack O'Neill entered the room. She summarily plonked herself in front of him as he leaned against a desk and started to write on her own computer.
As this was happening, we had another arrival, (which caused Jack to jump slightly as the new arrival appeared behind him at the same desk he was leaning against. He looks so cute when taken by surprise.) This time a male, who also looked dazed, (I have now learned all new arrivals look like this. Wouldn't you? One minute in natural surroundings, then wham, strange office with Sg1 flanking the room) as soon as he opened his mouth to ask 'what the hell?' (Another thing we all seem to have in common upon arrival) I got the feeling his was the infamous Ted Sadler, whose works I quite admire and whom I'm currently trying to piece a story together with. It was the accent you see, a mix of northern with southern, which produces a unique sound. I did ascertain it was him and explained the situation.
Krusty managed to drag her eyes from Jack, hands from her computer long enough for us all to huddle together in order to sort out the situation we currently find ourselves in.
'Oh for crying out loud, here comes another one of us, this is getting way out of hand'
AFK
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23:33
Well things are taking a turn. We managed to persuade our muses to at least allow us time to get our bearings and figure out what the hell is going on. I was thinking maybe I'm in a really weird dream and I still could be, although the pain my upper arm is giving me, (we gave each other a pinch) is telling me that's a definite no no.
There's quite a few of us now, all bewildered, gobsmacked, awe struck and completely out of our league, (we're fanfic authors not ....not .... What would be the end of this sentence?)
Anyway back to the telling of this adventure, which I've been nominated to write about (only because I've started already or I would have gladly left the job to another. I've got way too many stories to finish without another one to contend with. That and well I'm surrounded by other great authors who in my mind write so much much better than myself. But now's not the time to muse about who's a better writer than myself)
Well after introductions, (which is kinda weird meeting people who before now were only a pseudonym to you in the big fanfic world) we've turned our attention to the situation at hand and decided what course of action to take. Yes we are so out of league.
We decided, (we don't really have a choice seeing as we have no idea how we got here or how to get out of here) to see why our muses have decided to do this to us and wonder if we'll ever get back with reality ever again.
Oh some running commentary now seeing as our muses (I really should stop calling them that but it's weird saying 'SG1 and co', OK I'll try) They are back in the room with us, (which is turning out to be really big!) and eyeing us up with an air of, well its a mixture of things really and they aren't looking at me too nicely seeing as I'm still typing. (Why is it my descriptive powers have all but been lost to me?)
Carter is drumming her fingers on my desk, which is distracting. Jack is standing arms folded, slightly smiling, (I think from all the attention from several of the females, especially Krusty who is positively drooling) Tealc is sitting also arms folded at a desk hitting buttons on one of the laptops which had appeared with it's owner who I think is 'movielover', (Tealc is getting a bad look from 'movielover' for obviously typing incoherent words onto their story which is where my reasoning the laptop belongs to them is coming from). Daniel, (who I wish was sitting by me) is standing also looking pointedly at each of us as if we're supposed to give an explanation for going on. (Hey shouldn't this be the other way around? We're the ones who have no clue not them)
I'm looking at the others wondering if anyone of us can come up with any questions to ask these people. (We're still in awe methinks)
"So..." (says Jack, still being eyeballed by Krusty, I think she's moving in closer, down girl)
Well at least someone is breaking the silence.
"So...." (Ok Mr Sadler, I would have hoped you of all people could have said something a little more coherent)
Time out
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00:13
Sorry about that but it was getting a little distracting trying to concentrate on what was going on with us all and relay the information straight away.
Felicia, (who thankfully gives her opinions straight, believe me NEVER NEVER say you'll update soon in her presence, she has a sharp wit, even sharper typing tongue and I've been on the end of it once or twice) eventually found in herself to ask some questions Here's the conversation, from what I can remember of it.
"So your saying you created a 'machine' and that's what brought us here?" (Felicia)
"Well yes and no" (Daniel)
"Well which is it?" (jobelle)
At this point Daniel seemed to have lost all comprehension of the situation himself and turned those gorgeously blue eyes to Sam. (wish they'd turn to me, although myself turning to jelly wouldn't be good for my typing skills.)
"Yes we created the machine and it brought you here"
"So where does the 'no' come into it?" (T Sadler)
"We're..."
At this point Jack pointedly started clearing his throat glaring at Sam, (who sees to smoulder under the gaze, I knew it just wasn't us shippers writing this stuff, they really do like each other. Aha the truth will out) Sam then shifted her position, (thankfully she stopped drilling her fingers on my desk.)
"I" she continued, giving Jack an equally pointed glare, (which had the Colonel spinning, Krusty looks well impressed and seems to be picking up pointers. She'll be sitting on him in a moment, along with several others.) "Had the idea, and the next thing I know I'm building the contraption. I was inspired to turn it on and 'you' appeared"
She said this pointing to yours truly. I slightly squirmed as several eyes turned onto me as if I had something to do with it. This is very disconcerting. Several strangers all are wanting answers and your supposed to have them all.
"I'm as lost as you all" was all I managed to grumble back. "One minute I was at home working on a story and next I'm in this room with Carter staring at me cursively"
"Me too" input Falcon, Roque872003 and Crossbecca all at once which made Tealc's eyebrow rise even higher.
"Hey great minds think alike" added Lynn as she watched the brow rise to amazing heights with open awe.
"What do you mean inspired?" Asked NG, (thankfully someone was keeping their mind on the situation at hand instead of us going over old ground)
"It happens sometimes" We looked questioningly at Jack. (OK questioningly as a few a little lustily)
"It happens?" (Mara Jade)
"Yes. That's what happens to us." Replied a slightly irritated Carter, (which seems to turn Jack on even more, which turns on his admirers even more)
"When one of you falls on a unique idea and need a little inspiration were dragged in to get involved. Help you think it out, see if the concept would work"
IM sure at this point everyone were looking pretty much like how we describe O'Neill during briefings. What the hell was she talking about? Apparently some us do have brains though, who knew blondie would have it in her?
"Your saying when we have an idea for a story and we call on our muses to actually help move our stories on, you play out the scenarios?"
"Well we are the muses" replied Jack in a 'duh' sort of tone, at this point Krusty kinda smiled, and turned to jelly, I'm sure if she hadn't been sitting she would have fallen into her seat. Yes Jack did actually talk to you, congrats!
"And this happens?" (Did I mention Mara gets kinda repetitive, in a good way of course!)
"Yeah"
Which brings us to now. And I've gotta try and explain this to you all. I've been assured it will make a great story, if it ain't blame the others.
So here's the deal. One of you, out there, (yes you know who you are), have thought up a story in which SG1 create a device which connects into brain waves (in our case Fanfic writers brainwaves, particularly Shipper fanfic writers) and somehow the people or person is transported, (where do you people come up with such things? I have no idea either) to where they are.
I know it makes no sense, and now we're all stuck here, so could you please come up with some idea of how we can get out of this place? I have deadlines to catch up on.
Get back to us, and hurry.
~~~~~~~~~ (((TBC)))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Summary - I have no idea where this came from, or why the heck I'm writing it, just that I was needing a break from my other work, I was bored, I wanted a laugh, I've been awake for eighteen hours and I've had lots of coffee. Plus I was reading through some feedback of my stories and realised they actually tell a lot about people and so why not use your good selves as a muse of my own. And so here's an adventure for us fanfic writers. (have I ever mentioned I'm slightly on the wacky side? Krusty can validate my point)
Dedicated to everyone who's ever given appreciated, helpful, encouraging feedback, including some favs Krusty, Ted Sadler, Movielover, Mara Jade, Roque872002,Crossbecca, Wolvierogue, Jobelle,Lynn, Kara, Felicia, Thruma, NG and Falcon, along with lots of others.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 22:00
Ok one minute I was typing on my computer, writing a perfectly interesting S/J fluff story which would have had people entranced for hours (get the feeling I'm proud of my work?) And the next moment I've found myself sitting in a strange room, (which looks awfully like an office area curiously similar to one described in many a story I've read on fanfic), still typing (obviously) at my own computer (thankfully) being stared at by one of our very own muses (which is kinda disconcerting).
After taking a second too gather my senses (ok ok I know it takes longer than a second, give me a break and be thankful it's Carter and not O'Neill or I may never have gotten back to you). I have managed to do an impressing eyebrow raise (not just Tealc who can do this) and given Carter a 'What the hell is going on?' look. All this and I haven't gone completely, 'Oh my God' I've died and gone to fanfic heaven', upon meeting one of my muses face to face. As she continues too look me over with those blue eyes, (which seem even bluer in the muse flesh) I have managed to type this little titbit of information down for you, but forgive me if I sign off to find out what truly is going on.
Note: I wonder whether I should take my computer in for a major overhaul, I've been spending way too much time with it lately methinks. Way too much time writing and reading stories, spurred on thankfully by the great feedback as well as getting addicted to certain writers and their great stories. Get with the program Lou and sign off.
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22:41
Righty ho chaps, I've managed to gather a little information to relay to you. This is truly fascinating, apparently our muses, (who are even better looking in this muse limbo, I find myself in, than in our minds) have found a way to tap into our Author brainstem connected network. (I didn't know there was such a thing in existence either but apparently, it does. It is a connection in which we control our muses to play the stories in our minds for us to write them into the several hundred stories we have buzzing throughout our thoughts.)
They created a device, (with way too many equations, long worded components and quite frankly scary concept behind it) in which they can bring us too them instead of us the authors bringing our muses to ourselves when we are in need of inspiration. Guess who came up with the idea, the original creators made the woman just too damn smart. (Anyone feel like the tables have been turned way too much?). I've been assured they weren't picking on me, I just happen to be zapped here in the experimental stage (which of course made me feel so much better. I'm sitting in a office, being spoken to by my muses, how much safer could a girl feel?) I can hear the white van pulling up some where in the real world, just hope they don't put the straight jacket on before I finished writing this all down.
Can I just say this is the most bizarre situation? In a way it totally sucks, here I am surrounded in the flesh by said muses, who I have been informed (we give the guy way too much leeway in his opinions, although I shouldn't care he is drop dead gorgeous.) do have an actual life and they don't have all the time in their world (wherever this world is) to come running to our aid whenever our situation for a desperate needed muse talk arises. I have been asked to relay this too you all although who am I to tell you when to call on the muses of our stories.
I did give this argument over to the good Colonel who gave me a very scary look and pursed his lips together; maybe I shouldn't have replied so quickly. As I said it sucks, I've managed to ask 'What the Hell was going on?' and that's pretty much it. I'm sitting in a strange situation, surrounded by muses who are pretty much real, .(I know this because I just had to pinch Tealc's bicep's, they are impressive. He didn't look impressed but how much can a person read in a raised brow expression?) I am way out of my league and feel slightly picked on. They've given me a few moments alone to gather my wits, and I grabbed the opportunity to type this out.
''What the?'
Ok I'm yet again gonna get back to you, someone else has just arrived and they look pretty much as confused as I am.
BRB
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23:06
Well things are taking an even larger turn in the interesting stakes. Not only have the Sg1 muses managed to beam myself into bizarro land, but several other confused authors, computers, laptops, pads and pencil in tow. And funnily enough, we all apparently know each other at least by common interest of each other's fiction. The first person to arrive (see entry above, last sentence) was a young blonde-haired woman, who arrived looking dazed, confused and had a handbag slung over one shoulder.
After a brief introduction, I discovered it was one other than the writer of the pseudonym Krusty. After exchanging pleasantries, relaying said information from above entries, (which took a little time considering the hair colour) she was overcome with awe as her favourite muse, Jack O'Neill entered the room. She summarily plonked herself in front of him as he leaned against a desk and started to write on her own computer.
As this was happening, we had another arrival, (which caused Jack to jump slightly as the new arrival appeared behind him at the same desk he was leaning against. He looks so cute when taken by surprise.) This time a male, who also looked dazed, (I have now learned all new arrivals look like this. Wouldn't you? One minute in natural surroundings, then wham, strange office with Sg1 flanking the room) as soon as he opened his mouth to ask 'what the hell?' (Another thing we all seem to have in common upon arrival) I got the feeling his was the infamous Ted Sadler, whose works I quite admire and whom I'm currently trying to piece a story together with. It was the accent you see, a mix of northern with southern, which produces a unique sound. I did ascertain it was him and explained the situation.
Krusty managed to drag her eyes from Jack, hands from her computer long enough for us all to huddle together in order to sort out the situation we currently find ourselves in.
'Oh for crying out loud, here comes another one of us, this is getting way out of hand'
AFK
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23:33
Well things are taking a turn. We managed to persuade our muses to at least allow us time to get our bearings and figure out what the hell is going on. I was thinking maybe I'm in a really weird dream and I still could be, although the pain my upper arm is giving me, (we gave each other a pinch) is telling me that's a definite no no.
There's quite a few of us now, all bewildered, gobsmacked, awe struck and completely out of our league, (we're fanfic authors not ....not .... What would be the end of this sentence?)
Anyway back to the telling of this adventure, which I've been nominated to write about (only because I've started already or I would have gladly left the job to another. I've got way too many stories to finish without another one to contend with. That and well I'm surrounded by other great authors who in my mind write so much much better than myself. But now's not the time to muse about who's a better writer than myself)
Well after introductions, (which is kinda weird meeting people who before now were only a pseudonym to you in the big fanfic world) we've turned our attention to the situation at hand and decided what course of action to take. Yes we are so out of league.
We decided, (we don't really have a choice seeing as we have no idea how we got here or how to get out of here) to see why our muses have decided to do this to us and wonder if we'll ever get back with reality ever again.
Oh some running commentary now seeing as our muses (I really should stop calling them that but it's weird saying 'SG1 and co', OK I'll try) They are back in the room with us, (which is turning out to be really big!) and eyeing us up with an air of, well its a mixture of things really and they aren't looking at me too nicely seeing as I'm still typing. (Why is it my descriptive powers have all but been lost to me?)
Carter is drumming her fingers on my desk, which is distracting. Jack is standing arms folded, slightly smiling, (I think from all the attention from several of the females, especially Krusty who is positively drooling) Tealc is sitting also arms folded at a desk hitting buttons on one of the laptops which had appeared with it's owner who I think is 'movielover', (Tealc is getting a bad look from 'movielover' for obviously typing incoherent words onto their story which is where my reasoning the laptop belongs to them is coming from). Daniel, (who I wish was sitting by me) is standing also looking pointedly at each of us as if we're supposed to give an explanation for going on. (Hey shouldn't this be the other way around? We're the ones who have no clue not them)
I'm looking at the others wondering if anyone of us can come up with any questions to ask these people. (We're still in awe methinks)
"So..." (says Jack, still being eyeballed by Krusty, I think she's moving in closer, down girl)
Well at least someone is breaking the silence.
"So...." (Ok Mr Sadler, I would have hoped you of all people could have said something a little more coherent)
Time out
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00:13
Sorry about that but it was getting a little distracting trying to concentrate on what was going on with us all and relay the information straight away.
Felicia, (who thankfully gives her opinions straight, believe me NEVER NEVER say you'll update soon in her presence, she has a sharp wit, even sharper typing tongue and I've been on the end of it once or twice) eventually found in herself to ask some questions Here's the conversation, from what I can remember of it.
"So your saying you created a 'machine' and that's what brought us here?" (Felicia)
"Well yes and no" (Daniel)
"Well which is it?" (jobelle)
At this point Daniel seemed to have lost all comprehension of the situation himself and turned those gorgeously blue eyes to Sam. (wish they'd turn to me, although myself turning to jelly wouldn't be good for my typing skills.)
"Yes we created the machine and it brought you here"
"So where does the 'no' come into it?" (T Sadler)
"We're..."
At this point Jack pointedly started clearing his throat glaring at Sam, (who sees to smoulder under the gaze, I knew it just wasn't us shippers writing this stuff, they really do like each other. Aha the truth will out) Sam then shifted her position, (thankfully she stopped drilling her fingers on my desk.)
"I" she continued, giving Jack an equally pointed glare, (which had the Colonel spinning, Krusty looks well impressed and seems to be picking up pointers. She'll be sitting on him in a moment, along with several others.) "Had the idea, and the next thing I know I'm building the contraption. I was inspired to turn it on and 'you' appeared"
She said this pointing to yours truly. I slightly squirmed as several eyes turned onto me as if I had something to do with it. This is very disconcerting. Several strangers all are wanting answers and your supposed to have them all.
"I'm as lost as you all" was all I managed to grumble back. "One minute I was at home working on a story and next I'm in this room with Carter staring at me cursively"
"Me too" input Falcon, Roque872003 and Crossbecca all at once which made Tealc's eyebrow rise even higher.
"Hey great minds think alike" added Lynn as she watched the brow rise to amazing heights with open awe.
"What do you mean inspired?" Asked NG, (thankfully someone was keeping their mind on the situation at hand instead of us going over old ground)
"It happens sometimes" We looked questioningly at Jack. (OK questioningly as a few a little lustily)
"It happens?" (Mara Jade)
"Yes. That's what happens to us." Replied a slightly irritated Carter, (which seems to turn Jack on even more, which turns on his admirers even more)
"When one of you falls on a unique idea and need a little inspiration were dragged in to get involved. Help you think it out, see if the concept would work"
IM sure at this point everyone were looking pretty much like how we describe O'Neill during briefings. What the hell was she talking about? Apparently some us do have brains though, who knew blondie would have it in her?
"Your saying when we have an idea for a story and we call on our muses to actually help move our stories on, you play out the scenarios?"
"Well we are the muses" replied Jack in a 'duh' sort of tone, at this point Krusty kinda smiled, and turned to jelly, I'm sure if she hadn't been sitting she would have fallen into her seat. Yes Jack did actually talk to you, congrats!
"And this happens?" (Did I mention Mara gets kinda repetitive, in a good way of course!)
"Yeah"
Which brings us to now. And I've gotta try and explain this to you all. I've been assured it will make a great story, if it ain't blame the others.
So here's the deal. One of you, out there, (yes you know who you are), have thought up a story in which SG1 create a device which connects into brain waves (in our case Fanfic writers brainwaves, particularly Shipper fanfic writers) and somehow the people or person is transported, (where do you people come up with such things? I have no idea either) to where they are.
I know it makes no sense, and now we're all stuck here, so could you please come up with some idea of how we can get out of this place? I have deadlines to catch up on.
Get back to us, and hurry.
~~~~~~~~~ (((TBC)))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~