*sigh*

[tielan]

I just realised that someone has once again opted out on writing a ficathon entry of mine.

*facepalms*

Comments

[ryf.livejournal.com]

I still haven't gotten a fic for one of the sg_femslash rounds and one for the sg1sgaficathon. It does suck a bit, yes.

[tielan]

*hugs*

There are people writing backups, yes - and I'm extremely grateful, but it gets a little worrying when the people writing your story always seem to have to fold.

[ryf.livejournal.com]

I am taking a wild guess and saying sg_rarepairings :)

I mostly can't even recall what I gave as prompts, so I can just assume they can't have been that bad.

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

Bleh. :( My phrase for this is "I never win at bingo."

[tielan]

Ooooh, succinct! Me likes.

[sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com]

Sue tossed her half-knitted sock onto the middle of the table and glared at the four people sitting with her. They all looked up in various states of surprise, mainly because the sock had come precariously close to landing in John's coffee and they all knew now meticulous Sue was of her knitting.

"Which one of you," she said using her stern nurse's voice and pointing at each of them in turn with one of her extra pointy knitting needles that had made lesser men (and women) run away in fear, "got Tielan in the that last ficathon and then didn't write the story?"

An uncomfortable silence descended on the table. John looked everywhere but at her, Ronon scooted back his chair, but quickly stopped when the needle pointed directly at him. Rodney squirmed, looking incredibly guilty and even Teyla looked ashamed. It suddenly dawned on Sue what had happened.

"It was all of you, wasn't it?"

"Well..." John started to answer, when Rodney interrupted.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. We were all going to write a section."

Teyla nodded eagerly. "We truly did mean to write one of the prompts."

"What they mean," Ronon rumbled, "is we couldn't agree on a plot."

"That is not true!" Rodney countered, looking annoyed. "We all agreed, but then you wanted to add that bit with the leather and handcuffs."

"Hey," John broke in. "I was all for that idea! You and Teyla were the ones--"

"Enough!" Sue said sharply. "I don't want to hear anymore about it. What I do expect is that in one weeks time there will be a finished fic." She waved her knitting needle slowly around the table. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Perfectly."

"Whatever you say."

"I still don't see why--"

"Rodney!"

[tielan]

*loves sue liek whoa*

Six days later....

[sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com]

Six Days Later (http://sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com/283920.html)

[triciabyrne1978.livejournal.com]

Not sure if it will make it any better or not but I can tell you for a fact that there is one ficathon that you won't have to worry about this with.

[tielan]

*smooches*

[triciabyrne1978.livejournal.com]

Not saying how I know or anything... ;)

But you don't have to worry about it ;)

[rodlox.livejournal.com]

I can promise you that you've got at least one or two fic replies in the rarepairings ficathon. (I can promise you that, because I wrote one of them)

[ryf.livejournal.com]

I still haven't gotten a fic for one of the sg_femslash rounds and one for the sg1sgaficathon. It does suck a bit, yes.

[tielan]

*hugs*

There are people writing backups, yes - and I'm extremely grateful, but it gets a little worrying when the people writing your story always seem to have to fold.

[ryf.livejournal.com]

I am taking a wild guess and saying sg_rarepairings :)

I mostly can't even recall what I gave as prompts, so I can just assume they can't have been that bad.

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

Bleh. :( My phrase for this is "I never win at bingo."

[tielan]

Ooooh, succinct! Me likes.

[sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com]

Sue tossed her half-knitted sock onto the middle of the table and glared at the four people sitting with her. They all looked up in various states of surprise, mainly because the sock had come precariously close to landing in John's coffee and they all knew now meticulous Sue was of her knitting.

"Which one of you," she said using her stern nurse's voice and pointing at each of them in turn with one of her extra pointy knitting needles that had made lesser men (and women) run away in fear, "got Tielan in the that last ficathon and then didn't write the story?"

An uncomfortable silence descended on the table. John looked everywhere but at her, Ronon scooted back his chair, but quickly stopped when the needle pointed directly at him. Rodney squirmed, looking incredibly guilty and even Teyla looked ashamed. It suddenly dawned on Sue what had happened.

"It was all of you, wasn't it?"

"Well..." John started to answer, when Rodney interrupted.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. We were all going to write a section."

Teyla nodded eagerly. "We truly did mean to write one of the prompts."

"What they mean," Ronon rumbled, "is we couldn't agree on a plot."

"That is not true!" Rodney countered, looking annoyed. "We all agreed, but then you wanted to add that bit with the leather and handcuffs."

"Hey," John broke in. "I was all for that idea! You and Teyla were the ones--"

"Enough!" Sue said sharply. "I don't want to hear anymore about it. What I do expect is that in one weeks time there will be a finished fic." She waved her knitting needle slowly around the table. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Perfectly."

"Whatever you say."

"I still don't see why--"

"Rodney!"

[tielan]

*loves sue liek whoa*

Six days later....

[sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com]

Six Days Later (http://sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com/283920.html)

[triciabyrne1978.livejournal.com]

Not sure if it will make it any better or not but I can tell you for a fact that there is one ficathon that you won't have to worry about this with.

[tielan]

*smooches*

[triciabyrne1978.livejournal.com]

Not saying how I know or anything... ;)

But you don't have to worry about it ;)

[rodlox.livejournal.com]

I can promise you that you've got at least one or two fic replies in the rarepairings ficathon. (I can promise you that, because I wrote one of them)