[Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD, PhD, has had quite the bevy of experiences in what he would consider a life akin to your typical science fiction television show, or novel. He’s housed another consciousness in his body, been cocooned on an alien spacecraft, mutated and given superpowers (alas, temporarily and they almost killed him), so waking up in a seemingly perfectly ordinary train, a train that seemed to be earth-based, wasn’t exactly the weirdest thing that happened to him that week.
Rodney blinks, looking back and forth at the passengers around him. He rubs an eye with a palm. Was he…sleeping? The last thing he remembered was…fuzzy. He’s not sure exactly what happened before…he probably was in his lab in Atlantis, since he was in his lab a lot, which, while—possible he could have fallen asleep, usually said activity didn’t involve intergalactic-transport.
Unless he got superpowers again.
Which would be neat.
He snaps his fingers at the nearest random passenger, expectantly, like he’s pretty sure they know what’s going on.]
You. What the hell happened?!
B. Train the Secondcw: blood, concussion
[It was a surprisingly nice train ride, all worries about intergalactic misplacement aside. Which of course, meant, with his luck, the train ride ended in a horrific, violent crash.
He doesn’t remember much from the initial jolt till after he jerks awake, something hot and wet dripping onto his eye. It takes him a good long second for his brain to catch up to him—second time today he’s woken up in the wrong place, but as the world clears (sort of), it’s apparent that he’s still on the train.
Except the train’s in pieces around him.
He wipes the wet stuff from his face—and realizes that it’s not water. Of course, his mind goes right to all the worst-case scenarios.
He shrieks.]
I’m dying!
[It is a very small cut on his forehead.]
C. This is why he likes DC better than Marvel, pls Venom
[So he wasn’t dying then, but he might be dying now because there is a glob of goo that has firmly ensconced itself around one arm and up the side of his neck. Eddie Brock, he is not.
But, perhaps thankfully, due to the effects of said goo, he is not in fact, panicking over being taken over by an alien entity. Which is something that was pretty much common in his universe so he knows he should be freaking out about it? But he’s just…not.
Instead, he’s nice.
Friendly, even.
A bubbling ball of charming, happy, extrovert personality.
He will be horrified later.
Instead, he walks the halls, giving people finger-guns, high-fives, and generally being gregarious.]
Hey, how’s it goin’?
Working hard or hardly working?
That shirt looks great on you!
Did you do something with your hair? I knew it. Looks expensive!
D. Oversharing Oh Nocw: mention of previous injury
[Somehow it doesn’t occur to Rodney, under the influence, that his security clearance was still valid even in alternate dimensions. (Being that the SGC was well aware of alternate dimensions, it was actually written in the non-disclosure agreement.)
Ah, well.]
Greetings. My name is Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD, PhD, Chief Science Officer of the Atlantis Expedition, in the Pegasus Galaxy.
I’d like to say for the official record I find games like these stupid, but one can’t say that I’m not a good sport about them. It’s just that they don’t seem to be a really good way of getting to know people on a deeper level. I know, I know it’s technically a start, and it’s supposed to be an icebreaker in order to get past the hurdle of talking to a stranger, but then you get some people who are terrible at this game and can’t think of a lie to save their life. Being able to lie is a sign of intelligence, but I’ve never been reliably good at it, despite my genius-level intelligence. I suppose it’s a better thing to be an honest person than a devious one, but I’ve always been jealous of other people who have been able to weasel their way out of trouble with a little white lie.
Anyway.
I was supposed to be doing something.
Ah yes! Two Truths and a Lie. Here we go.
A. I was shot in the ass with an arrow once B. I am violently allergic to citrus C. I destroyed 3/4 of a solar system
Dr. Rodney McKay | Stargate: Atlantis
[Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD, PhD, has had quite the bevy of experiences in what he would consider a life akin to your typical science fiction television show, or novel. He’s housed another consciousness in his body, been cocooned on an alien spacecraft, mutated and given superpowers (alas, temporarily and they almost killed him), so waking up in a seemingly perfectly ordinary train, a train that seemed to be earth-based, wasn’t exactly the weirdest thing that happened to him that week.
Rodney blinks, looking back and forth at the passengers around him. He rubs an eye with a palm. Was he…sleeping? The last thing he remembered was…fuzzy. He’s not sure exactly what happened before…he probably was in his lab in Atlantis, since he was in his lab a lot, which, while—possible he could have fallen asleep, usually said activity didn’t involve intergalactic-transport.
Unless he got superpowers again.
Which would be neat.
He snaps his fingers at the nearest random passenger, expectantly, like he’s pretty sure they know what’s going on.]
You. What the hell happened?!
B. Train the Second cw: blood, concussion
[It was a surprisingly nice train ride, all worries about intergalactic misplacement aside. Which of course, meant, with his luck, the train ride ended in a horrific, violent crash.
He doesn’t remember much from the initial jolt till after he jerks awake, something hot and wet dripping onto his eye. It takes him a good long second for his brain to catch up to him—second time today he’s woken up in the wrong place, but as the world clears (sort of), it’s apparent that he’s still on the train.
Except the train’s in pieces around him.
He wipes the wet stuff from his face—and realizes that it’s not water. Of course, his mind goes right to all the worst-case scenarios.
He shrieks.]
I’m dying!
[It is a very small cut on his forehead.]
C. This is why he likes DC better than Marvel, pls Venom
[So he wasn’t dying then, but he might be dying now because there is a glob of goo that has firmly ensconced itself around one arm and up the side of his neck. Eddie Brock, he is not.
But, perhaps thankfully, due to the effects of said goo, he is not in fact, panicking over being taken over by an alien entity. Which is something that was pretty much common in his universe so he knows he should be freaking out about it? But he’s just…not.
Instead, he’s nice.
Friendly, even.
A bubbling ball of charming, happy, extrovert personality.
He will be horrified later.
Instead, he walks the halls, giving people finger-guns, high-fives, and generally being gregarious.]
Hey, how’s it goin’?
Working hard or hardly working?
That shirt looks great on you!
Did you do something with your hair? I knew it. Looks expensive!
D. Oversharing Oh No cw: mention of previous injury
[Somehow it doesn’t occur to Rodney, under the influence, that his security clearance was still valid even in alternate dimensions. (Being that the SGC was well aware of alternate dimensions, it was actually written in the non-disclosure agreement.)
Ah, well.]
Greetings. My name is Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD, PhD, Chief Science Officer of the Atlantis Expedition, in the Pegasus Galaxy.
I’d like to say for the official record I find games like these stupid, but one can’t say that I’m not a good sport about them. It’s just that they don’t seem to be a really good way of getting to know people on a deeper level. I know, I know it’s technically a start, and it’s supposed to be an icebreaker in order to get past the hurdle of talking to a stranger, but then you get some people who are terrible at this game and can’t think of a lie to save their life. Being able to lie is a sign of intelligence, but I’ve never been reliably good at it, despite my genius-level intelligence. I suppose it’s a better thing to be an honest person than a devious one, but I’ve always been jealous of other people who have been able to weasel their way out of trouble with a little white lie.
Anyway.
I was supposed to be doing something.
Ah yes! Two Truths and a Lie. Here we go.
A. I was shot in the ass with an arrow once
B. I am violently allergic to citrus
C. I destroyed 3/4 of a solar system