Ahoy, Amazing Race Slackers...
Sep. 4th, 2003 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabid1stI can't help but note that not one of my intrepid teams has reported in on their Running of the Bulls adventure. Luckily we DID cross the international Date Line...and so it is actually Wednesday in Spain**...this gives you all one more day to report in before I eliminate a team.
Rae
**If this is incorrect and it is actually FRIDAY...please don't tell me.
Rae
**If this is incorrect and it is actually FRIDAY...please don't tell me.
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Date: 2003-09-04 08:35 pm (UTC)I did actually think about it earlier today. My ISP has been down most of the night (is that like 'my dog ate my homework'?)
So, where are we supposed to post? In the post from last week?
There or to this post...whichever...
Date: 2003-09-04 08:39 pm (UTC)You could cut the tension in the air with a spork.
Re: There or to this post...whichever...
Date: 2003-09-04 09:42 pm (UTC)Scully and Aeryn, part 1
Date: 2003-09-04 09:30 pm (UTC)Agent Scully and Officer Sun seemed to be at cross-purposes already. While Scully was using her badge and her years of practice crossing continents to rescue Mulder's tight but asinine ass to bully her way into transportation to the nearest international airport, Officer Sun was standing above the Falls getting mistily wet, occasionally opening her mouth and closing her eyes to the effervescent mist, and generally behaving like a very quietly stoned college student on a field trip. Scully spoke emphatically into her cell phone, hung up, and attempted to direct her transfixed teammate towards the parking lot.
"Let's go!" Scully said in exasperation, pulling the alien away from the pretty water.
Officer Sun replied with what the Rabid Fiend Network™ obligingly close-captioned as, "(unintelligible) rain (unintelligible)."
"This is not rain, and what are you speaking?" At yet another incomprehensible response, Scully turned to the camera operator. "What is she speaking? Where's the interpreter?"
"Uh, ma'am," the unit director cut in, "you're not allowed to address the crew members, so just… talk to your partner, alright?"
"First of all, my partner speaks English, or at the very least a stilted and pedantic UFO-conspiracy theory subculture version thereof, and he's not here. Second of all, if we can't understand each other, how the hell can I talk to her? And third, and don't think I don't notice you wasting my time, whose bright idea was it to pair me up with a non-English speaker who's – again! – transfixed by water?"
"Er…"
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" Scully demanded of Aeryn. More babble ensued. Scully turned and stepped into the unit director's personal space. 'That's it. I want a translator here, now."
"Ma'am," the director said helplessly.
Scully said something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Fuck it." The obliging folks at RFN declined to subtitle this time. The irate agent grabbed the unit director by the shoulder of his suit, marched him to the lot, and shoved him forward into the dark sedan with government plates that had pulled up in front of them. Other teams had departed, but not in a government car. Scully's face had just the hint of an evil grin.
"Coming?" she asked Sun. Surprisingly, the tall strange-tongued woman obliged and climbed into the back seat after him. Scully slammed the door after her. The camera operator scrambled around to the front passenger seat just in time to be in when Scully peeled out of the parking lot, burning rubber.
Re: Scully and Aeryn, part 2a
Date: 2003-09-04 10:25 pm (UTC)"It's not Farsi," the camera woman interjected, to a withering glare from the director. She shrugged apologetically.
"Agent Scully," the director began, "While her language is not comprehensible to us, Aeryn Sun can understand us quite well."
Scully's face closely resembled her 'I can see the steam rising off that bullshit, Mulder' face.
"It's true," the camera woman added.
The director gritted his teeth and sat forward. "You're not permitted to interact with the contestants, Janice."
"Neither are you, Frank."
Frank sighed. He was rapidly losing control of this situation. Why couldn't he have been assigned to one of the pirate teams?
"Agent Scully," he went on doggedly, "I assure you, her English comprehension level is nearly flawless."
Scully checked her rearview mirror. "Aeryn, is it? If you understand me, raise your right hand." To Scully's surprise, Aeryn complied. "Huh. Ok, hold up three fingers. Wave at me. Cross your eyes and stick out your tongue."
Aeryn complied up until the last set of instructions, at which point she made a rude gesture she'd learned from Crighton. Scully seemed to accept this as correct.
"Fine," she went back to talking to Frank. "She can understand me. What about when she talks? We're going to be running a risky race that will require cooperation, and I won't know if she's saying, 'there's the other team,' 'my parachute harness isn't fastened,' or 'we need to make a pitstop.' It could put our standing and even our lives in danger if we can't communicate."
There was a rustling in the back seat, and then Aeryn was holding up an odd device that looked suspiciously like the alien ice pick weapon.
"What the hell is that?" Aeryn looked pointedly at the director.
"As I understand it, Miss, that is, Officer Sun, has serum that, when injected, would allow you to understand her speech."
"No."
"Agent Scully – "
"Let me clarify my position: hell no."
Aeryn, looking resigned, said something unintelligible with the name "John Crighton" in it, and leaned back in her seat.
"Even if I believed that a translator serum existed, like Douglas Adams's Babblefish, do you really believe I'd let someone inject me with an unknown substance after everything that's been done to me?"
"Well," Janice jumped in, "your bio did indicate that during your bout with cancer you allowed a microchip of unknown origin to be – " A murderous glare from Scully halted that sentence.
Eyes on her mirror again, Scully said, "If you inject me with that against my will, I'll shoot you, and there's not a jury in the world that would convict me." Aeryn returned Scully's gaze coolly but returned the injector to a pocket inside her long leather coat.
"Frank, is it? Frank… Language acquisition in a bottle? It's preposterous. Even Mulder's never suggested something so… well, alright, he has, but competing with him for Preposterous Idea of the Decade is not the way to get on my good side. Especially when your idea involves me allowing a complete stranger, with no medical training that I've heard, inject me with who-knows-what. Such a substance as your describing does not exist on this earth. Period."
"Agent Scully, that's just it. Officer Sun is an alien."
Re: Scully and Aeryn, part 2b
Date: 2003-09-04 10:27 pm (UTC)"I'm completely ser – road, road!" Scully righted the car and settled for glaring out the front windshield. "I'm not kidding. You may – "
"Shut up, or I will have you audited."
Frank shut up.
After a silent couple of minutes, Scully's grip on the steering wheel relaxed somewhat, and she decided she had to get along with this teammate. As she cut into the lane for the airport, she addressed Aeryn in the mirror again, "So, what do you think – bulls or fountain?"
Aeryn held fingers to her head like Kevin Costner in Dances With Wolves.
Scully nodded. "They aren't so keen on women running, though."
Aeryn's lip curled into a sneer, and she made a fist.
"Think I might like you after all," Scully murmured.
**
Ok, that's it for me for tonight and this round... I leave the rest in Rabid's capable hands.
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Date: 2003-09-04 10:10 pm (UTC)I totally forgot!
Ash and Iolaus... umm, they got in a bitter fight because Iolaus ate all the M&M's and umm, I've been trying to stop the bickering and
(ok I had real life stuff and forgot...)
what do you need?
Sun
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Date: 2003-09-04 11:17 pm (UTC)caia