oh my god the boredom

So far I have sent two sad email to svmadelyn in various stages of bored, bored, bored, so bored, I will die I am so bored. I have reached a new low. I am slowly but steadily working on my spam blacklist of viagra and cialis ads. Configuing my spam filter? Is truly a last resort.

Anyone else have anything interesting? Fic? Sudden, inexplicable need to share? Go for it. I am in that place.

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[seperis.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooooooooooooh pretty.

You are a cure for boredom indeed.

*wide eyes* Tell me more.

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It was remarkably like a few of his old girlfriends, but one of the upsides of having a personal connection to a sentient city was that there were no awkward conversations and he never had to answer questions about committment, because both of them knew where he stood.

From the moment he felt the weapons chair tilt him back and hum underneath his body, he'd known that the experience wouldn't be left behind easily. Even in Antarctica secrets came out, and he wasn't even sure he'd asked a question.

He'd seen more than star charts when he did what he was asked and thought about where he was. There were precise orbits of planets not listed in any astronomy book and more suns than he thought could exist anywhere. It was as if some force had stripped away the soft layer he kept between himself and the rest of the world and tried to show him everything all at once.

Now Atlantis reinforced herself under his feet, and as he sat cross legged on the ground near the edge of the pier, he felt the metal warm slowly underneath him. She, of everyone, hadn't demanded that he declare himself alright, it was enough for her to take care of him and wait until he was certain home was where he should be.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Oooooooh. Yes. *Yes*.

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The sky had been overcast all day, and John could tell that it wouldn't be long before the clouds swept over the city. Eventually, the drizzle that had threatened for hours began to fall, and within minutes, he was soaked clear to the skin. The moisture wasn't cold, exactly, it felt like thousands of fingers tapping him, sliding over his face and arms, trying to rouse him from his stupor. He leaned back, hands bracing his weight he tipped his chin up and let the water fall into his mouth. It tasted the same, different than Earth, but a flavor he recognized.

Teyla said that her people believed that the spirits spoke to them them through the weather, and right now, John couldn't tell as he gulped down mouthfuls of water, if he was swallowing sadness or relief.