For the pilot it was basically, we were all sort of on probation, they could’ve gotten rid of anyone of us at the end of the pilot so we were all on our very best behaviour, said all the lines that were written and then after the pilot I went up to [the writers] and I said, “Look, women don’t really talk like this.” “And, can we make this character more fully realised and can we make her just an intrical part of the team without actually putting a red flag on the fact that she’s a woman, all the time?” ‘Cause it gets boring. It’s like constantly putting a red flag on the fact that Teal’c is an alien! He really is! He is an alien! Well, I’m a girl! …you know… What’s the point?
I’m having another draining, terrible day, so here’s some SF stuff:
- Andross used to read stories to Andrew before bed. Doing all sorts of different voices for different characters. - one of James’s trademarks, especially in the Academy, were fingerguns as he greeted or said farewell to someone. - Vixy graduated top of her class. - Amanda bakes desserts for the team every Friday. They are almost out of dessert by that Sunday. - Falco can’t stand horror films and has to hid his eyes. Strangely enough, Slippy seems to handle them quite well though secretly gets by on making his own humor (pointing out flawed logic, etc). - Peppy banned horror films after an incident with Fox trying to scare Falco one night and long story short, they almost crashed the Great Fox. - Leon has a knife collection that he polishes once a day. His various knives are from different parts of the Lylat System. He wants to get one knife per planet. That is his aspiration. - Andrew is scared of the dark. - Wolf tells a different story every time someone asks him what happened to his eye. - Lucy runs a kickboxing class at the local gym. It was her stress relief when her mom was dying and her dad was off trying to save the world. - Fox’s first kiss was Lucy. He doesn’t dare tell Peppy. They were young and playing Spin the Bottle at a friend’s house.
“Oh,” Scott says, like he’s forgotten he’s the only person within spitting distance who knows the Judgey Guy. “Isaac, this is Stiles. Stiles, Isaac’s one of the MCs.”
“MCS,” Stiles says, smiling like a little bitch. “I can see.”
“You suck,” Isaac tells him. “Go away, I’m supposed to be slamming cabinets.”
He motions to Derek and all of the techs scatter. Stiles, though, takes his sweet time backing away, hands deep in his pockets, eyeing him up like a good deal at the furniture store. Finally, he gets far enough back that Derek starts to roll.
Every cabinet Isaac slams, he pretends he’s slamming it right into Stiles’ smirky, judgey face.
It’s been one week and four days since his father screwed up and took him to the same hospital one too many times. One week and four days since Nurse McCall pulled him aside and asked, “Is he hurting you?” and he said, “Yes,” for the first time.
Or, the one where Stiles is tech support and fixes more than just Isaac’s computer.