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Rodney McKay's first thought as he appeared in a large, doorless stone room was, Dear God, something has screwed us up again. His second thought was, I shouldn't have let Zelenka pick the technicians for calibrating the DHD! Look what it's done now!
He stopped, and looked around again. What had it done?
He was safe, it seemed, though lost. No Stargate or DHD was in sight. And nearby was a table - with a message?
Rodney went immediately to the table and picked up the sheet, reading it through quickly. His face, blank and a bit panicky, looked around yet a third time.
"Sheppard?" he called out nervously. "Is this some kind of a joke? Because if it is, I feel I must inform you that it's in extremely bad taste, let alone a really stupid idea, to play jokes using centuries-old technology just to pull a fast one on your pal Rodney. Your sense of humor lies just above the witty complexity of the common paramecium, and just below my four year old niece's! So if you don't mind, let's just have you jump out and say, 'boo!' or whatever it is you've got planned, and we can all go home. Is that okay with you? I'm extremely hungry, and my blood sugar is no doubt on the downswing, as it's getting closer to lunchtime, and... yes... I think I'm actually getting dizzy now. Do I look pale to you? I bet I look pale...."
Silence.
"Sheppard?" Rodney looked down at the sheet again, baffled. Who made this sheet, and why would they want to know what his cheese preferences were?
( What do you MEAN what is my favorite cheese? )
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____MRM________ I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MRM_______. I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____MRM_______. One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______MRM_______"