voicetesting

[reluctantlycrucial]

Just what do you think you're doing?

May I remind you that you've only rewatched up to the end of season two? You're no where near qualified enough to play me, or, for that matter, anywhere even near the baseline required intelligence level. You draw for a living, for heaven's sake, you wouldn't know the difference between a zed-p-m and a naquadah generator to save your life.

Wha--

Fictional?? Bullshit your way through it?

I can't believe this. It's not like you even have the time to rp anymore, so why even bother getting anyone's hope's up and--

What is the point. I'm basically arguing with myself. Again. Or-- or you're arguing with yourself. I guess.



... Okay, that is never not going to be weird.

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[biomagnet]

That's pretty much how they 'proach anything 'bout this stuff. Making it up as they go.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Hence the play in roleplay, I suppose, but she could do me a favour and leave me out of it.

[biomagnet]

Since when do they ever do us favors?

[reluctantlycrucial]

Knowing my mun's particular love of angst, I think I can safely say never.

[biomagnet]

S' the same for all of 'em. We only ever get nice stuff when they're trying to get us ready for something worse.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Well it's not like it's any different from my normal life.

[biomagnet]

'n your normal life is...?

[reluctantlycrucial]

Oh, you know. Living in an ancient city, imminent death almost daily, space vampires trying to eat me, idiots getting in my way...

Same old, same old.

[biomagnet]

Sounds familiar... 'cept for the space vampires, but we had werewolves.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Well they aren't literally vampires, they--

[Abrupt stop. Then an incredulous look.]

Werewolves. As in turn-into-monsters-under-the-full-moon?

[biomagnet]

[ Sigh. ]

Yeah. 'n other times, if they felt like it.

[reluctantlycrucial]

I see. [Flatly.]

Probably some sort of genetic mutation or retro-virus, I suppose. The Wraith were considered monsters by the ah - natives - of the Pegasus galaxy too, until we figured out what they are. There's usually a scientific explanation for that sort of thing.



[more like sci-fi bs but what would rodney know about that]

[biomagnet]

It was some sort 'f virus. Didn't mean they weren't actually werewolves.

[forsometimenow]

It's good to hear from you, either way.

[reluctantlycrucial]

[Oh. Oh. Well he immediately tries to straighten up and look... uh... less flustered, or something.]

I--

Jennifer. Hi. I, uh-- That is to say, my memory...

I don't entirely-- [He coughs. Shut up, Rodney.

In a slightly higher pitch voice:]

How- ah, how are you?

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer notes his nervousness and smiles.]

I'm trapped in a castle called Paradisa, so I suppose I've been better... but it could be worse, too. Carson and Sam and Colonel O'Neill are here, too- and so is Todd.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Oh. [A slight, twitching smile.]

You and Carson and Sam... That's... that sounds great. I didn't even realise that anyone--

[He coughs, trying not to look as relieved as he is.]

I didn't know how many of us would be... ah... would be around. It's been a while.

[forsometimenow]

I got pretty lucky, I think- my mun didn't want me to be somewhere without a familiar face. I think it would have been a lot harder for me to adjust without them... it hasn't always been easy, though. The castle takes something from you when you arrive there, and some of my memories are gone.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Oh, that's... [He frowns, slightly. His own memory is patchy, but that's his mun's fault...]

I guess it's a uh... give and take. I guess you have no idea what you don't remember...?

[skippedthatcourse]

Nothing wrong with drawing, though.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Yes, I'm sure scribbling all day is immensely useful to the human race. She doesn't have the excuse of - oh, I don't know, saving people's lives? - to make up for it.

[skippedthatcourse]

So glad I live up to existentialist standards. [Drier than snapping wood. He just can't with you, Rodney.]

And who knows, doc, she might save yours one day. [He tilts his head thoughtfully.] Or spare it, rather. You know, if she doesn't get fed up by the insults...

[reluctantlycrucial]

[Be honest, Lorne. Who can with Rodney?]

Oh please. The insults are why she likes me in the first place.

[A pause. And then a slightly uncomfortable look.]

At least. I think.

[He coughs and then waves his hand dismissively.]

So what are you doing around here, anyway. Still shooting things? Or have you decided to indulge deeper in your artistic side?

[skippedthatcourse]

[Annd his eyebrows, they go up.] That must be your secret.

[I.e. the same must hold true for everyone who hangs with you, indulging their inner masochist.]

Me, I'm stretching my legs in those memes now and then but I think the plan is to get me someplace where I can do just that. Shoot things.

[A beat. Forever deadpan.]

Unless you want a portrait.

[reluctantlycrucial]

[flatly:] I think I'll pass.

[Then he pauses and gives a considering look.]

Memes, huh? My mun was thinking about throwing me at a few of them, but uh - she says she's not sure she wants to "impose me on poor, unsuspecting, unfortunate, souls".

[skippedthatcourse]

That's very considerate.

[He sighs and shrugs.]

Well, if that ever happens I guess I'm game. At least according to my mun, since I'm "hardly unsuspecting". Could argue about the unfortunate here, though...

[scottish_healer]

Take a deep breath Rodney. This isn't a fight you can bully your way through, I promise. I've seen many try and fail.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Many people try and fail everything I do, Carson.

Besides I'm not bullying I'm just-- pointing out the obvious.

So are you ah- used to this, then?

[scottish_healer]

Don't I know it. I had to patch them up. But it still isn't the same.

I think the obvious just makes them laugh.

Far too much I'm afraid. Though I've thankfully been given a break recently. Seems the person behind me is much more interested in that alien from Kelowna.

[reluctantlycrucial]

[Have a confused look.]

Alien from Kelowna? What-- [And then the sudden look of recognition. He snaps his fingers.]

Right. Yes. Kelowna. Quinn, was it?

[He wrinkles his nose.]

And she prefers him over you? Well. No accounting for taste, I suppose.

[scottish_healer]

Yes, that's him. Jonas Quinn. He's a nice chap to have around. Better then some of the others.

And honestly, I don't mind. I could use the break from all the random ridiculousness she put me through. Everything from having wings to being on an island where sex was required to survive. I'm quite happy not being the favorite for a tick.

[reluctantlycrucial]

Yes, I'm sure. [So dismissively. He's in a company of assholes, pretty much.]

[His attention pricks on 'required sex' and he looks up.]

What, seriously? You? So just to live, you'd have to-- Oh that doesn't sound bad at all, why would you--

[Aaaand he stops midsentence. Oh right. If he was required to have sex to survive, he would probably die really fast. He shuts his mouth and looks a bit huffy.]

Yes, well. At least I hope the wings were interesting.

[ladyofrivendell]

My, you are quite the pessimistic Man, aren't you?

[reluctantlycrucial]

[Primly:] I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist.

[ladyofrivendell]

I believe pessimism, by your dictionary young one, is a lack of hope or confidence in the future. Namely, your mundanes capabilities.

My own mundane is more artistically inclined and yet she manages to play someone you know well, just fine. Lady Carter, I believe.

[reluctantlycrucial]

I have complete confidence in my abilities, but her on the other hand--

[His eyes widen slightly and he perks up at Carter's name.]

I-- ah-- oh really? She's - you know - she's pretty smart, I'll grant you that, though I think toe to toe we'd be pretty equ--[Shut up, Rodney....]

[ladyofrivendell]

And that is good, I shall hope that you never lose confidence in your own capabilities.

[There's the slightest of smiles on her face.]

You seem quite flustered. Shall I assume that there is something between you both? For she has gone silent in my mundanes head.