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[kerravonsen]

Still sick. Taking penicillin. My throat hates me and my ear has decided to get into the act... At least I didn't sleep too badly; the racking cough held off until I woke up. And seems to have been temporary, at least; now just have occasional cough. Drugs, drugs, I've got me drugs, man.

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[watervole.livejournal.com]

Give me a short story request and I'll see what I can do. The brain seemed able to write yesterday.

My throat sends it's regards to your throat and hopes we both recover.

My steroids shake hands with your antibiotics.

[kerravonsen]

8-) Thanks.

Give me a short story request and I'll see what I can do.

Something crossovery. Doctor Who/Stargate. Any Doctor, seasons 1-5 of Stargate. 8-)

[watervole.livejournal.com]

Sam glared at the crossword as she sipped her latte. There were two bottles of wine waiting for the first person to crack it, not to mention General Hammond's aprobation. Whoever had dreamed up this year's competition clues had had a really devious mind.

Worship, laud god with lost bottom. Confusion. (7)

"Mind if I join you?" a cheery British voice asked. "Of course, not. Thank you so much." He sat down opposite her without giving her a chance to say no and took a cup of tea and a cake off his tray. "They've never learnt to make it with boiling water, you know."

"I'm trying to concentrate." It was the closest she could come to telling him to go away and leave her alone.

He twisted his head, trying to look at the clues.

"6 across. Goa'uld."

"What?"

"It's obvious. God with lost bottom, that's 'go'. Confusion means it's an anagram. 'Laud go' rearranged is 'goa'uld' and you worship the goa'uld. Easy peasy." He made a big O at the look of shock on her face. "Sorry, wasn't I supposed to say that?"

"You don't work for the SGC!"

"I may have dropped by now and then. Just to lend a hand. Here," he bent helpfully over the puzzle. "George even wrote me in. Look at 5 down. I'll leave you to work it out for yourself."

"Ship moors without stern against rock tower, medic alights."

[kerravonsen]

George even wrote me in

(grin)

[watervole.livejournal.com]

Given that you know the answer, have you worked out how the clue leads to it?

(I did a crossword workshop at Teledu and the notes just came in very handy!)

I see you picked the correct Doctor. Nice to know I got his voice correct.

[kerravonsen]

Given that you know the answer, have you worked out how the clue leads to it?

Yes, but only because I know the answer, and because the earlier part of the story gives an example of how to derive the answer from the clue -- I've never done cryptic crosswords myself.

Ship moors without stern

Dock -> Doc

against rock tower

Tor

medic alights

Doctor! 8-)

[watervole.livejournal.com]

Bravo!

That's one reason I put two clues in the story. Took me about half an hour to construct them - I felt rather pleased when I managed them both.

[jhall1.livejournal.com]

I hope that you soon feel a lot better.

[kerravonsen]

Thanks. I had a bit of a sleep this afternoon, that seemed to help a bit.

[kalquessa.livejournal.com]

Oh no, poor you! *soup + tea*

[kerravonsen]

I've been finding lemon ginger tea is good.

[daiseechain.livejournal.com]

Drugs! Drugs for what ails you.

Hope you feel much better very soon.

[kerravonsen]

Yeah, man, the drugs seem to be doing good things. That and sleep.