(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"A bar in my office!"

Jack O'Neill glances around Milliways as he steps through, pleased, and heads straight for Bar.

"Well, you don't get that every day, even when you want it. Jack and Coke, please-- no, wait ... paperwork. Orange juice, please."

Helpfully, Bar provides a glass of orange juice and a stack of forms very much like the ones on Jack's desk that he was about to go fill out.

"...I wasn't asking for paperwork..."

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"Ooh, do I get a t-shirt?"

He grins and raises his orange juice in a salute. "Similar situation, I guess -- a little unscheduled time travel on an otherwise regular mission. Thankfully we didn't have much tech to corrupt the timeline, though we did run into our commanding officer as a lieutenant. That was fun."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"That's something I've been spared. Though I'm older than a good deal of the people I report to.

"And we don't have a t-shirt, but we could institute a secret handshake." Both t-shirts and Masonic rites last to be made fun of.

"I'm guessing that you don't have the standard duties of most Air Force officers."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"And a secret knock," Jack suggests with mock excitement, "for getting into secret meetings!

"Yeah, I wouldn't say my job is standard. Time travel, interplanetary exploration if I've got my big words right, and parallel universes, all par for the course. Although--" He gives the forms still on Bar a disgusted look. "--it does have the standard amount of paperwork, especially since they put me in charge of it all."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Ow. As I said, I know the feeling. It comes with the uniform. You can save the world, and they still expcet you to fill out a supply requisition in triplicate. And for me, that makes no sense at all since we haven't used paper in my lifetime." He's joking. Partially.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"Man, I hope that never happens in my lifetime." Jack shakes his head. "I'm terrible with computers. I'd be e-mailing top secret documents to my dog or something."

Jack doesn't actually own a dog, but if he did, he would. Somehow.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"E-mail...yes, that was something used in your time. We don't call it that, but it's probably something similar." If far more advanced, and using subspace communications. "I'm not great with computers, either. In fact, some would say I have a thing against them. I get I still prefer the human element." He also prefers computers than don't take over planets, or ships. Or try to kill anyone they consider inferior.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack is totally down with that. Damn replicators.

"At least when humans screw up, you've got someone else to blame." He smiles wryly. "Can't put a computer on punishment detail."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"No, but you can pull the lug on a computer without a hearing. But it's also usually the case that when there is a computer glitch, it was some human's error in the first place." He says this with a bit of weariness in his voice.