Somewhere in Virginia
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Arcadia # 2500 | |
| original continuity | |
| — Reverse Course — | |
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| year | 316 CE (2379) |
| posted | December 14 2002 |
| previous | Dragon Trouble |
| next | Indecision |
Waking from a nice slumber on the couch I was surprised to find a stranger sitting in the room with me.
"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes still a blur from my restful sleep.
"You know. It's me, Richard Dean Anderson."
"But why are you in my living room?" I asked, still kind of befuddled that he would be here, in my home.
"I need to talk to you about your writing."
"My writing?" I asked.
"Yes, my role on the Arcadia," Anderson said, leaning back in the La-Z-Boy.
"Okay, I'll bite; what about my writing?"
"When are you going to write me doing something other than duty? Hell, Shatner got the green women, Mel gets the vampire women. Frakes got his woman after fifteen years."
"I kind of like writing you as committed to your duty."
"Well I am tired of it. You can write better; you can write better than your cousin."
"Shane?"
"Yes, Shane. After all, look what he did for Mel's career with Lethal Weapon."
"Yeah, but he also wrote The Last Boy Scout."
"True, but look at the money he got. Your aunt still clips newspaper cuttings and tells everyone about it."
"That's because she is old and has found meaning in it," I said, rather sarcastically.
"Anyways. I want a relationship, nothing weird. I want to do something other than sit on the bridge and issue orders."
"I will look at it. Anything else?"
"Yes, you're out of Diet Coke."
"Oh thanks."
"Anytime. I'll check in on you again later."
"Great. Now can I go back to sleep?"
"Sure."
Closing my eyes, I hoped that the image would fade; opening, my visitor was gone.
"Wants a woman, wait 'til he sees what I write over the weekend. Woman indeed..."
▷ TBC ◁
