Challenge 681 - Heavy criticism
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m_findlowTitle: Heavy criticism
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 681 - Ache at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Some aliens are impossible to please. A double drabble.
'This planet is horrible!' Jack's alien guest decried. 'How can you stand not having any gravity? It's making my bones ache!'
'We have gravity,' Jack told him. 'Otherwise we'd be floating.'
'Well, it's not nearly strong enough!'
Jack scowled. 'I can't just change the planet's gravity to suit you.'
'Why not? Don't you have capsules capable of modifying gravitational forces?'
'No.' Not without breaking into NASA and borrowing one of their training simulators, in any case. 'Generally, when we get visitors through the rift, they're accustomed to a similar gravitational pull.' Or at least didn't whinge about it if they weren't. 'There's really not very much I can do about it. I'm sorry,' he added, even though he was feeling less sorry by the minute.
'Well, I'm not happy and I'll be lodging a formal complaint when I get home. I assume you can help with that much at least? Preferably before my skin decides to part itself from my vital organs and explodes me all over your quaint little office here.'
Jack clenched his jaw and wondered if sitting on him would help. Or burying him under the weight of a pterodactyl. Or half a tonne of wet concrete.
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 681 - Ache at
tw100Summary: Some aliens are impossible to please. A double drabble.
'This planet is horrible!' Jack's alien guest decried. 'How can you stand not having any gravity? It's making my bones ache!'
'We have gravity,' Jack told him. 'Otherwise we'd be floating.'
'Well, it's not nearly strong enough!'
Jack scowled. 'I can't just change the planet's gravity to suit you.'
'Why not? Don't you have capsules capable of modifying gravitational forces?'
'No.' Not without breaking into NASA and borrowing one of their training simulators, in any case. 'Generally, when we get visitors through the rift, they're accustomed to a similar gravitational pull.' Or at least didn't whinge about it if they weren't. 'There's really not very much I can do about it. I'm sorry,' he added, even though he was feeling less sorry by the minute.
'Well, I'm not happy and I'll be lodging a formal complaint when I get home. I assume you can help with that much at least? Preferably before my skin decides to part itself from my vital organs and explodes me all over your quaint little office here.'
Jack clenched his jaw and wondered if sitting on him would help. Or burying him under the weight of a pterodactyl. Or half a tonne of wet concrete.
