Atlantis Help Desk by Dizz (PG)
Nov. 13th, 2007 04:08 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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stargateficrecRec Category: Rodney McKay
Pairing: -
Category: Gen, Humour
Warning: -
Author on LJ:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dizzycadence
Author's Website: -
Link: Atlantis Help Desk
Why this must be read:
Rodney was already three hours and two pots of coffee into his morning when he realized this was going to be a bad day.
Atlantis' sysadmin has broken both his arms and the scientists have to take turns to keep the computer systems running and man the Help Desk. Now it's Rodney's turn. Cover, brief mortals!
If you have ever found yourself in the position where you have to save technologically illiterate people from themselves, this story will make you roll around on the floor, screaming with laughter.
The morning had been quiet so far, with only one break from coffee to berate a pair of botanists for not plugging their laptops into a power source before they went off traipsing through the daisies.
One of the “daisies” had tried to eat Dr Parrish, but still.
Rodney’s radio chirped.
“Atlantis Help Desk, this is Rodney McKay,” he said, checking equations from his latest project with one hand and drinking from an over-sized mug with the other.
There was a pause, a quiet, strangled sort of scream, and the line - *click* - went dead.
Rodney grinned. There’d been a lot of that, too.
Pairing: -
Category: Gen, Humour
Warning: -
Author on LJ:
dizzycadenceAuthor's Website: -
Link: Atlantis Help Desk
Why this must be read:
Rodney was already three hours and two pots of coffee into his morning when he realized this was going to be a bad day.
Atlantis' sysadmin has broken both his arms and the scientists have to take turns to keep the computer systems running and man the Help Desk. Now it's Rodney's turn. Cover, brief mortals!
If you have ever found yourself in the position where you have to save technologically illiterate people from themselves, this story will make you roll around on the floor, screaming with laughter.
The morning had been quiet so far, with only one break from coffee to berate a pair of botanists for not plugging their laptops into a power source before they went off traipsing through the daisies.
One of the “daisies” had tried to eat Dr Parrish, but still.
Rodney’s radio chirped.
“Atlantis Help Desk, this is Rodney McKay,” he said, checking equations from his latest project with one hand and drinking from an over-sized mug with the other.
There was a pause, a quiet, strangled sort of scream, and the line - *click* - went dead.
Rodney grinned. There’d been a lot of that, too.
