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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, crossover
Warnings: crossover with Discworld
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caladria
Author's Website: Fanfiction.net profile
Link: No Respect for Normal Dimensions
Why This Must Be Read: This shiny new story breaks my self-imposed rule about reccing the same author in a category twice in the same month, but too bad. :)
I've always loved the idea of a SG-1/Discworld crossover, if it's played for humor instead of crack.
This fic? Made. Of. Win.
The Luggage at its most recalcitrant cowed by Jack, Death and cats and his acquaintance with Daniel, Teal'c and the Eyebrow of Irony, Sam trying to explain quantum, of all things, to Death...
I repeat: made of win, and funny enough for even non-Discworld fans to enjoy. If you love pTerry? Go read this right now.
“Schröedinger was an Earth scientist who postulated that observing something fixed it as one outcome. For example, if you put a cat in a steel box, with a radioactive substance, then only the act of looking would determine whether the cat was alive or dead.”
I AM EVERYWHERE; I WOULD KNOW. BUT I WOULD NOT PUT A CAT IN A BOX.
There was a pause.
I WOULD, HOWEVER, APPRECIATE MEETING THOSE WHO WOULD.
He gave them all a sweeping glance that seemed, frankly, agitated, then clicked his fingers. The Box sprang up.
I THINK IT BEST THAT WE LEAVE, he said, looking at Carter like she’d stuffed that damn cat in the box with her bare hands, then handfed it plutonium. DOCTOR JACKSON, I TRUST WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON, he said, then swept out of the room, taking his scythe, the kitten and the Box with him.
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, crossover
Warnings: crossover with Discworld
Author on LJ:
caladriaAuthor's Website: Fanfiction.net profile
Link: No Respect for Normal Dimensions
Why This Must Be Read: This shiny new story breaks my self-imposed rule about reccing the same author in a category twice in the same month, but too bad. :)
I've always loved the idea of a SG-1/Discworld crossover, if it's played for humor instead of crack.
This fic? Made. Of. Win.
The Luggage at its most recalcitrant cowed by Jack, Death and cats and his acquaintance with Daniel, Teal'c and the Eyebrow of Irony, Sam trying to explain quantum, of all things, to Death...
I repeat: made of win, and funny enough for even non-Discworld fans to enjoy. If you love pTerry? Go read this right now.
“Schröedinger was an Earth scientist who postulated that observing something fixed it as one outcome. For example, if you put a cat in a steel box, with a radioactive substance, then only the act of looking would determine whether the cat was alive or dead.”
I AM EVERYWHERE; I WOULD KNOW. BUT I WOULD NOT PUT A CAT IN A BOX.
There was a pause.
I WOULD, HOWEVER, APPRECIATE MEETING THOSE WHO WOULD.
He gave them all a sweeping glance that seemed, frankly, agitated, then clicked his fingers. The Box sprang up.
I THINK IT BEST THAT WE LEAVE, he said, looking at Carter like she’d stuffed that damn cat in the box with her bare hands, then handfed it plutonium. DOCTOR JACKSON, I TRUST WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON, he said, then swept out of the room, taking his scythe, the kitten and the Box with him.
