Thread: Tobias & Nicole meeting

Who: Tobias and Nicole
What: meeting
When: April 28, 11am
Where: a balcony
Rating/Status: TBA/Incomplete

Tobias’s working hours were fairly flexible so long as he accomplished what he was assigned every day. He had been there long enough now where things were coming easiers, like directions or finding things, but that it wasn’t exactly routine yet. It was also becoming common to see the cart where the cleaning supplies were kept sitting in a hallway abandoned and Tobias either perched on top or nearby in bird form as he took a break. Cleaning as a bird was not only difficult, but mildly unsanitary.

Right now though, the cart was stashed in a closet nearby with his clothes folded neatly next to it and Tobias was perched in his natural form on the railing of the balcony waiting for Nicole. More and more he was spending time in his human form instead of his bird form, in spite of the time limits attatched. That he had enough food to help balance the energy usage helped though. The biggest reason he was in bird form now though was sheer paranoia. He wanted to be able to get away fast if she got any bright ideas.

Being Merry, but failing miserably ….

Who: AU!Todd, AU!Schorin, AU!Weir, AU!McKay, Merry Miller, Rakka, Open (to AU versions of characters)
What: Merry and Rakka’s story, the lead-up to her time-and-space travel and her arrival in our own Atlantis
Where: The home of president Elizabeth Weir, city of Earthbridge, on the mainland of Neo Alterra, and the City of Atlantis, also on Neo Alterra
When: January 21st, 2034 — 8:30 PM Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete

(( OOC: Merry is McKay’s niece Madison, from another time and dimension, and Rakka is her large, wolf-like companion. In her dimension, the Wraith, upon Sheppard & crew’s arrival, were divided on the issue of feeding on humans, and Todd led the side that was against feeding. This thread will follow the events leading to how and why she ends up in the game’s Atlantis. Anyone is welcome to play the future, AU versions of themselves — just keep in mind the differences in how the whole Wraith thing went down, and how that would affect the character’s backstory in this other dimension. 🙂 ))

“Are you looking for a demotion, my friend?” Todd asked Schorin, his voice full of amusement despite his words. Schorin had been gently teasing him all evening — an act no other Wraith would dare, although the humans in his crew seemed happy to rib him endlessly. His host, Elizabeth Weir, the President of Neo Alterra, hadn’t exactly refrained from the teasing either, nor had her family. He knew it was their way of celebrating yet another victory against the few remaining Wraith terrorists, though — a celebration that he and his crew were still alive.

Belly full — a sensation that he would never tire of — Todd pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair. Smiling fondly, he twisted the object of his ridicule around his finger, again and again: a gold wedding band. It had been just a month since Merry had placed it on his hand, and he had slipped an identical one onto hers, in a human custom that baffled many of his Wraith brethren, and he still hadn’t gotten used to the feel of it on his hand. He hoped he never would, that the strange little thrill it gave him would always be there.

Todd had met Merry’s Uncle McKay and the Earthborn Atlantis expedition about twenty-five Earth-years past. At the time, most of the Wraith had been asleep, but some of the Earthers had gotten caught in a culling, and ended up waking up the rest of the Wraith sooner than the Wraith themselves had planned. There were three factions of Wraith at the time: those who gladly hunted humans, for sport as much as food; those who only ate when they had to, but who also only saw humans as animals all the same; and those who saw humans as allies and tried to give as much as they took, and who hoped to one day find a way to survive without taking life from them. Todd had been a leader amongst the third faction, having experienced what the Wraith called the “Moebius Effect” during a feeding.

The Moebius Effect couldn’t happen with all humans, only ones that carried a pheromone that caused a reaction in a Wraith that tried to feed on them — and different variants of the pheromone worked on different Wraith. When it did happen, though, giving a human lifeforce was then as exquisite an experience for the Wraith doing it as taking lifeforce was, and being fed upon was as pleasurable as reviving life for the human involved. When a Wraith encountered such a human, the pheromone engendered a protective instinct in that Wraith. The intimacy of the feeding also allowed the Wraith to come to know the human in a way they never would have otherwise; it generally became difficult for that Wraith to think of the humans as only food after that. Over the millennia, Wraith who had become bonded in that way had forged an alliance with humans, one that was half peaceful trade, half religion: humans would give up small portions of their lives voluntarily in exchange for protection from the more hostile Wraith, as well as technology, medicine, and food. Bonded humans would live on the hive ships, watching over their Wraith companions.

Todd had had such a human companion, until they were ambushed by the Genii during a trading mission. All that time, Todd had concentrated on threats from other Wraith, never suspecting betrayal from what he thought were peaceful farmers.

One of the Genii leaders, Kolya, had fatally shot Todd’s companion with several bullets. Todd had poured much of his own lifeforce into his fallen comrade, trying to save him, but the man had been too near death at the start, and Todd hadn’t had enough strength. He became a prisoner of Kolya, a captive for two long years.

Then the Earther John Sheppard was captured and put into a neighboring cell.

Todd explained to Sheppard that he was a friend to humans. Thankfully, Sheppard’s friend Teyla, the leader of the Athosians, was a descendant of an experiment to join human and Wraith DNA, an effort by his own faction to make their human allies better able to defend themselves and withstand feedings; it helped Sheppard to trust him. Todd and Sheppard escaped together, and, with Teyla’s help, he convinced the Atlantians to forge an alliance with his faction.

Sheppard, obviously unable to use the telepathic nuance that the Wraith used as identifiers, had given Todd his human name.

Todd and a number of his scientists worked with Dr Beckett, developing a retrovirus that boosted the effect their human DNA had on their bodies, and lessened the effects of their Iratus bug genetic code. They retained much of their strength, resilience, and their telepathy, albeit all to a lesser extent, but lost the need to feed. Granted, they could still feed — and heal via the reverse-feeding as well. They looked a bit more human in appearance, their skin more “human-coloured” (peaches and browns, rather than greys and greens). Their eyes also became more human-coloured, losing the cat-like slits in the process.

The Earthers eventually also brought arms from Earth, as well as from a race known as the Asgard. The humanised Wraith fought alongside the humans, not just against the other Wraith, but against the Replicators as well. As the war waged, more and more “normal” Wraith joined their humanised brethren in taking the retrovirus — a practical people, it made more sense to many of them to eliminate the need to feed on humans. Some even joined the fight against the human-killers; those that didn’t at least stayed out of the way. Slowly, the Wraith that wanted to keep feeding on humans found themselves more and more outnumbered, until they were little more than a fanatical group of terrorists.

While the terrorists continued to cause problems now and then, overall a peace was established. With the humans help, the Wraith reshaped their culture to fit their new DNA. The transition wasn’t entirely smooth, but the populace at large accepted Todd as their leader without too much of a fuss. Todd also retained his role as liaison between the Wraith and the humans, even as the two cultures slowly grew more and more integrated, thanks to the bonds established by the pheromones long before the war had even ended. He had become fast friends with Sheppard, Beckett, McKay, Teyla, even Ronon, and, through them, other people associated with the SGC. He’d even come to work with Jeannie Miller, McKay’s sister — and that was how he’d met Merry, when she was still a youngster (and still known as Madison).

He’d fought against the friendship at first, though, realising early on that she carried the pheromone. He’d also made sure that Jeannie and McKay knew about the pheromones, not wanting any subterfuge to endanger the alliance. But Jeannie had insisted that she knew damn well that Todd no longer needed to feed, and that he was an honorable man with a strong will; she couldn’t think of a safer place for her daughter to be than in the presence of a being that felt an instinctual need to protect her. So Jeannie had no qualms about bringing Merry to the lab when Todd was there, or to political functions where he was present (like when Sheppard was made a general). Still, despite Jeannie’s acceptance of him, he tried to maintain a distance. Merry didn’t help — she always seemed to seek him out. And he couldn’t help but be enchanted by the precocious child.

When Merry was a teen and bonded with the weretiew Rakka, Todd relaxed a bit; he felt he could trust the weretiew to act as a buffer, and would never let him hurt Merry. He allowed himself to spend more time around the girl, and found he enjoyed her company.

He backed off when Merry started coming on to him, though. Well, he tried to, but like when she was a child, she always seemed to find him. It didn’t help that he found himself pining for her presence when she wasn’t around — he wondered if, thanks to the change in his DNA, he wasn’t somehow feeding off of her without even touching now. Their friendship became uneasy, as they had more and more heated arguments.

First, he’d insisted that her feelings were not under her control, that it was the pheromones talking. She hadn’t takem too kindly to the insinuation that she was at the mercy of hormones, and Beckett had backed her up, saying that there were no pheromones the Wraith gave off to drive a human crazy. Todd said maybe it was his telepathy reacting to her pheromones, putting her under his thrall; she really hadn’t appreciated that. Carson did scans, proving there was no such exchange of mental activity anyway. Todd thought she would be mad enough to forget about it at that point, but she still, inexplicably, insisted she loved him, despite his being an arse.

So then Todd had argued that she could never be sure it wasn’t her pheromones making him want her — ergo, she could never be sure that he really cared for her. To which she suggested that perhaps the intimacy of the Moebius Effect might answer that question. He flat out refused to find out, refused to risk their friendship over it. She retorted that at that point, their friendship would be ruined anyway.

So he tried a different tactic: while the retrovirus had made the Wraith more human, they were not able to breed together, and he did not want to deprive her of having a “proper” family. She insisted she had never really wanted a “family” anyway, thankyouverymuch. He then insisted that her genes shouldn’t be wasted — to which McKay had helpfully agreed. She retorted that some poor woman who actually wanted a baby and couldn’t have one was welcome to her eggs. Or she could clone herself and “Uncle Mer and Auntie John” could raise it.

McKay had quickly backed out of that conversation.

Todd had then pointed out that, as a Wraith, he would live much longer than her. She, in turn, pointed out that he still had the ability to give lifeforce — so long as he lived, so would she — and anyone she cared about. Did he want her and all their friends and family to die unnecessarily because he wouldn’t touch her?

And suddenly he wondered what he was arguing with her about it for, then? They couldn’t go on with their relationship in their current state — even if he didn’t love her, she obviously loved him. Of course, there was the risk that he really was only attracted to her because of pheromones, in which case giving in to the Moebius Effect would just make things that much worse for him after, when she wanted nothing more to do with him. But at least she would know, then; for her sake, he would do it.

So they tried it. And they still didn’t know.

So Beckett got an idea. He created a drug that would suppress the pheromone in Merry, and ordered them to stay apart for a month or so, to make sure any lingering effects had a chance to wear off.

By the time they were ready to try again, Todd already knew the answer. He missed Merry terribly. And of course, without the pheromone, giving her his lifeforce didn’t feel so hot. And yet he still wanted to do it, as he saw the weariness of her late nights in the labs melt away from her. He wanted her to be healthy and happy. (Of course, she wasn’t too happy when he refused to take the bit of lifeforce he’d given her back, but he countered that she’d said he could give it to her so that she’d live as long as he would, and that had, for the first time since he’d met her, effectively shut her up!)

Satisfied that his feelings were genuine, Todd found out all that he could about human courting rituals, despite Merry’s protests that she wasn’t “a typical girl” and didn’t need “all that rubbish.” He insisted he needed some sort of guidelines for his new human side, since the Wraith were wholly different in regards to interpersonal relationships; with a hive mentality, there wasn’t much opportunity to form one-on-one bonds. And even with his previous bond, it hadn’t been anything like this! Merry enjoyed the attention despite herself — he could tell because she’d stopped taking Beckett’s drug, allowing them to experience the full connection of the Moebius Effect. And, after five years of that courtship, he was the first Wraith ever to marry. The rings had been his own idea; understanding how much he needed to embrace some human customs to deal with that still-new side to himself, Merry had obliged without a fuss, even though he could tell that the custom hadn’t held much meaning for her — at least, not at first. Thanks to their bond, though, they came to mean as much to her. A promise of a peaceful life, one free of the struggles of hunger and survival that had plagued his species since the Ancients had first accidentally created them, and a joy they had never before known: love!

“I wonder just what she’s doing now,” Todd said softly, caressing the ring’s shiny surface.

“Careful, Commander — people will think you’re going soft,” Lieutenant Jinto Halling warned with a playful grin.

“At this rate, I won’t have anything but ensigns left by the time we return to Atlantis,” Todd mock-growled.

“Seriously, though, why don’t you … you know?” Jinto asked, waving his hand.

He did know. “I do not want to bother her,” Todd sighed. With Wraith telepathy, he could touch his wife’s mind, even from a bit of a distance, and, being on the mainland, in the Athosian city, they were still well within range, but … “She’s working on a delicate experiment, an I don’t want to startle her.” Besides, he’d been projecting his affection to her non-stop since their first joining, even if he wasn’t always within range. Though she had no telepathy of her own, thanks to their bond he, in turn, felt her love as a constant warmth — just like he was feeling it right now.

He remembered Schorin then, and felt a twinge of guilt, as well as annoyance at Jinto. Schorin had been a steadfast and loyal friend through it all, both the Wraith War and Todd’s struggles with his attraction to Merry. Todd didn’t like reminding Schorin of his lack of what was considered a Wraith birthright, even if Schorin himself seemed fine by it — had even earned a great deal of respect for himself thanks to the edge it gave him as an assassin. Todd wondered absently what Schorin would do with himself when there were no terrorists left to fight ….

10

Who: Niki Wolfe, Nicole Desjardins, open
What: Arrival! (Because those are always fun. >.>)
When: 1700 hours, April 21
Where: The morgue
Rating/Status: TBA/Incomplete
Note: A himation is a cloak, and a chiton is a traditional male or female garment of Ancient Greece.

He sighed and set the book down, rubbing at his eyes. He’d learned some of those characters from his time with the Romans, but the other twenty-nine letters, he was still learning. English, he’d discovered, was quite confusing. He much preferred Latin or Greek. Niki’s hand strayed to the knife at his side. While he was at the house of his friend, he didn’t have to hide Theophanes’ knife, and he didn’t have to dress like an American.

Nikolaos Wolfe hadn’t always been his name; he’d changed it after discovering that Antigonus was a much stranger name in the twenty-first century than it had been in his own time. When he’d mentioned his parents’ names to his friend, he’d laughed so hard he cried.

“Zosime? Hilarion? Good Lord, man!”

Shaking the memory away, he stood, stepping towards his armor. It lay over a chair, almost glowing in the warm light. He placed a finger over it. He had a sudden urge to try it on again, and he hesitated. Why try it on? He wouldn’t need it…

He ran a finger over it, reliving battles in his past. He flipped long, dark hair over his shoulder, wincing as he got his fingers caught in a tangle. It wouldn’t be a simple matter, either, to try on his armor. He pulled the folds of his chiton and himation closer around himself, letting out a tiny sigh of relief when he felt his fingers brush across his own knife, and the few possessions he valued enough to carry with him all the time.

Before he could make a final decision about trying on the armor, he found himself gasping for breath as he was dragged through time and space. He followed the path of Kasandros’ ring (or had it been Nikon’s or Panther’s?) and its bearer, panicking out of habit as he saw his surroundings change.

A base, with people he assumed were soldiers…then a crowded ship, wandering down hallways at random, with this seeming to drag out for the longest. Suddenly, scenery changed again and he was rushing through hallways, down to a place that seemed more sterile even than that room his friend had called his “lab.” A woman stood, holding a ring, admiring it, and then suddenly he wasn’t rushing anymore.

He stood, chiton and himation still wrapped around him, and Theophanes’ knife on his hip, his own just inside the himation. Swallowing his fear and confusion, he kept his hand on his knife. Any challenge to come, he was at least partially ready for, though he’d already learned there were things beyond any of his training in this day and age. Things they called guns, which he hadn’t ever seen before in his lifetime, but they had now. His only defense was time manipulation, which he didn’t like to use in warfare. What with the speed of everyone moving around, it was exhausting, and he could only keep it up for so long. Better to just battle it out and rely on his experience and training.

Focusing his attention on the girl, he made a quick analysis. She was only a few inches shorter than he was, with dark hair…she might have been a Celt, or a Roman – possibly even from Gaul, but he doubted it. And then he dismissed the ideas. His world had died with the Roman Empire, and the nations he knew were either no longer existent, or they had been renamed and redivided. All of his thoughts were combined into a few seconds as he stood still, taking stock of his surroundings. No need to waste energy if she hadn’t noticed him yet…

Surprise!

Who: Tagging EVERYONE (including you new folks), and especially McKay
What: Trying to keep a secret from McKay!
Where: All around Atlantis to the Mess Hall.
When: April 18, 2008
Status: Incomplete

Rodney McKay was preoccupied in the lab, dealing with a situation that Radek Zelenka had created. Basically, Rodney was on a scientist’s version of a snipe hunt while a meeting was being held in secret without him or without his knowledge. But that’s how it was intended. The subject of discussion was the planning and execution of a certain Canadian physicist’s surprise birthday party and it wouldn’t be a surprise any more if said Canadian was in attendence.

Everyone was going to do their part to keep Rodney occupied while everything was being set up in the Mess Hall. Chuck, the technician, was going to track McKay’s movement’s via the internal biosensors and radio that information to all concerned. Andra had volunteered to help decoroate and to make Rodney a chocolate birthday cake which gave Sheppard some cause for concern.

“Um, you might want to help her out with that,” he whispered conspiratorially to Teyla. God only knew what kind of cake they’d end up with if Andra was left in charge of it.

For the most part, John’s role in all this was as the organizer. He was the one that came up with the idea of having Chuck keep tabs on Rodney via the biosensors and he would be the one to run interference and send in the marines — so to speak — in order to keep McKay busy and away from the Mess Hall. Which was going to be a pretty big responsibility considering how much that man loved to eat!

Both Ronon and Lorne were on the decoy team and would help out with the decorating committy where and when they could. Everyone else was either part of the decorating team, the food & spirits team, or would help the decoy team run interferrence. Some people were performing all three duties. It would be a minor miracle if they could pull this off without Rodney getting wind of it.

“Okay, we all have our assignments people, let’s get to it,” John announced as the meeting broke up and everyone scattered to carry out their appointed tasks.

Pleased to meet you. Hope you’ve guess my name…

Who: Schorin, Merry, Rakka, OPEN
What: An opportunity to get to know my character (and some of the others here). Nothing plot specific.
When: March 21th, 2008
Where: One of the cell rooms in the brig.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Notes: THE DATE HAS BEEN CHANGED TO BETTER CONTINUITY AND A PLOT HAS BEEN DEVISED.

Schorin had been in the cell over three months now, surviving only by Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard’s plan in keeping him fed. Each time he would offer some information he thought might be useful and in return they kept him fed. He was unsure if he had gained any trust or not. All he knew is that they would not let him die and they would not let him go. He could only assume that if he had earned trust completely they would have let him go not worrying that he knew the exact location of their second hand city. But they were not that foolish. Truth be told, if Schorin were caught by members of his fellow species the first thing he would do to insure his own survival would be to offer all the information he knew about these humans. If they were smart, they would keep him here forever.

Right now, though, all Schorin knew was that the cell was getting very old. A discarded copy of a book the humans called “War and Peace” was flopped in a corner having been read a few times through. The written language took a while to understand but he did confirm that it was based on sounds as apposed to a pictorial or symbolic language. From there it was a simple matter of comparing the regularity of certain words spoken to him with the regularity of those same written words and assuming the rest. It took him a good two days to finally realize letter sounds of the word “the” but after that had been discovered the rest came out very easily and within a week he’d been able to decipher most all of the obese book. He reread it again when he’d figured out the words. That all had only lasted him a few weeks, though.

He’d discarded his boots a while ago “making himself at home,” as it were. He thought he caught some disdainful looks from his guardians, but couldn’t find it in his heart to care. The ground of the cell was cool against his feet. The feeling of it kept him grounded.

He discovered that if he bore down hard enough the sheath in his finger could scratch a thin line in the floor of the cell, barely scratching the surface but scoring it just enough to see. He practiced writing in the corner of the cell and when that grew tiring he started to divide the cell up into the golden mean, a process in which the rectangular cell was split by the thin line into a square and another rectangle which was, consequently, split again into a square and rectangle and etc. in a mathematical equation which went on for eternity. Currently he was drawing lines in the middle of the room trying to finish his geometrical artistry as small as he could make it.

Wraith Calling

Who: McKay, Todd, Sheppard, Ronon, Beckett, Weir, Emmagan, Open!
What: Todd sends Atlantis a message
Where: Control Room
When: March 18, 2008 — 07:20 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

Rodney yawned and stretched as he waited for the diagnostic he was running on the ‘Gate to finish. He was the only one in the control room at the moment, Chuck having gone to use the loo, when the computer announced an incoming wormhole. A moment later, they recieved SGA-7’s IDC and a radio transmission.

“Atlantis, this is Captain Gero, do you read?” a calm voice said. Well good, it didn’t sound like an emergency, even though that team had only left about twenty minutes ago …

Rodney pulled up the image on the screen. “Ah, yeah, we read you, Gero. What’s up?”

Gero’s face was bland, but Rodney had the disticnt impression that the younger man was rolling his eyes mentally. “The people here say that a Wraith came recently and left a message for Colonel Sheppard. Didn’t kill anybody, either — in fact, he left them a sack of food, supposedly as payment for their cooperation. They say that they’ve talked to traders who have been to other worlds where a Wraith of the same description has done the same thing.”

“Well, what’s the message?” Rodney asked, curious — and worried that it was Michael. With any luck, it was a wraith negotiating for the release of Schorin — let him be someone else’s problem.

Gero bit his lip. “The message is for Colonel Sheppard, sir.”

Rodney rolled his eyes out loud. “Oh for pete’s sake, Captain — these villagers know the message, yes?”

Gero pursed his lips, then nodded. “They say this Wraith wants to propose an alliance of some kind, something to do with Dr Beckett’s retrovirus. He said he would be back to see if we leave an answer. We choose the place and time to meet, and we should feel free to come as armed and in as many numbers as we wish — and expect that he will do the same. His only condition is that Sheppard and Dr Beckett both be present.”

Retrovirus? great, it probably was Michael. “Peachy. Stay on the line, Groening, and I’ll get Sheppard in here.”

“Gero, sir.”

“What?”

“My name — it’s Gero, sir.”

“Fine, fine,” Mckay sighed, and turned away, tapping his radio. “Sheppard, I need you in the control room.”

Let It Snow

Who: Sheppard, Ronon, Andra, and OPEN!
What: Snow Day
Where: Outside on the east pier.
When: March 8, 2008 — 0900 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

(OOC: Just because it’s snowing a bit here. =D)
John just narrowly ducked in time to avoid being hit in the head by a frozen projectile. He felt the cold wind on the side of his face as it whizzed by, missing it’s intended target but evidentally finding another, judging from the shriek of surprise.But he didn’t have time to find out who got hit as a battle cry split the frigid air. His feet unsure beneath him, John nearly stumbled, putting a hand out on the slickened ice covered surface to keep from falling and quickly reversed direction to get out of the path of the snarling behemoth charging at him.

Not being as sure footed under these conditions as say someone who’s national past time consisted of hockey, John’s booted feet skidded across the slickened surface as he realized he was getting dangerously close to the edge of the dropoff. Carried by the force of his own momentum, he wasn’t able to stop. All John could do was to grab the railing, slamming against it in his feeble attempt to hang on and flipped over, landing on his back on the lower level of the pier.

Fortunately for him, it wasn’t a long fall. About six steps down from he’d been previously and you were at the bottom. But it was still enough to knock the wind from him and he groaned in protest.

“You okay?” Ronon asked in looking down at him from over the railing.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good. Then I won’t feel bad about doing this,” Ronon said in lifting up a snowball the size of a large water mellon.

“Crap,” John uttered as Ronon released the snow boulder and let gravity do it’s work.

 

Special VIP

Who: Schorin, Sheppard, Lorne, and OPEN
What: Prisoner interrogation
Where: One of Atlantis’ special VIP accomodations.
When: Back dated to December 3rd 2007, 0930 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

John Sheppard stifled a yawn as he walked down the corridor. After the day he had yesterday, fighting off the Bola Kai and trying to play nice with a Wraith on top of it, he really could have used a little more rack time. Not to mention he felt like he’d gone one-on-two against both Ronon and Teyla in a sparring match. No, scratch that. As sore and beat up as he was, it was more like having played a game of Austrailan Rules football against all of Athos and Sateda, and John himself was the football.

“Good morning campers,” he said in a cheery greeting, passing two Marines — armed with their usual fair and Wraith stun rifles — standing just inside the doorway and standing guard over their current guest in the brig.

“Has he said anything?” John questioned his XO who as leaning against a pillar watching the tall pasty green being in the cell.

“Not much. Just talk about the weather, thinks the Pats could go all the way this year — the usual,” Lorne shrugged.

“Really? The Patriots? I mean, Brady’s good, but he’s getting a little old to stay consistant. He can’t keep throwing like that forever.”

“Ya know? That’s what I said.”

“Okay,” John said in pressing his lips together and took a few steps closer to the brig. “Sleep well?” he asked Schorin, not really caring if he had or not. “Sorry about taking the continental breakfast off the menu,” he apologized. “But this isn’t the Mariott Marquis and we can’t exactly meet your dietary requirements. Now, what was your name again?”

I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon – second part

Who: Rodney, Teyla, Ronon, Sheppard, Beckett, Weir NPC, and Zelenka NPC
What: Exploring
Where: One of the formerly flooded sections of Atlantis
When: November 12th, 1030 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

With no offworld missions scheduled for that day, at least for him any way, John Sheppard decided to take the opportunity to further explore some of the formerly flooded sections of the city. Atlantis was huge and while they’d explored a good bit of it, there where still areas that were still hither too undiscovered.

For this little foray, John had decided to round up his former teammates. While his new team was fine, they were mainly put together for offworld experience and John just naturally missed his friends. Therefore, this expedition afforded the perfect opportunity for them to hang out while actually doing something useful. Hey, it made just as good of an excuse as any, and Elizabeth had given the go ahead.

Currently, John had paired off with Teyla while Ronon was keeping an eye on McKay as the scientist poked around in yet another Ancient lab. He was shining the torch of his P-90 around inside a large room, checking it out.

“I don’t know,” he was saying to Teyla. “This could work. Put a ramp over there, a half pipe in the center… It has possibilities. Though something’ll have to be done about the mildew smell,” he said in wrinkling his nose and reached up to tap his comm unit.

“McKay, how’s it going?” he asked. “Figured out what that lab’s for yet?”

(find the first part of the thread here as played on GJ)

OOC: and so we can carry on, I will post the last three comments below and we can pick up from there.

What the Hell? [OTA]

WHO: Jeannie Miller, OTA
WHAT: Working on a program

WHEN: Midnight

WHERE: A lab

Jeannie sat back into the computer chair with a small sigh. Her eyes remained fixed on the glowing screen infront of her as she sat back and took a moment to pause. On the screen was a series of algorithms which contained a wide range of numbers, letters, and symbols that, to an average person, looked like a complicated mess of gibberish. Jeannie, however, was looking at it as if she were reading an essay and there were spelling mistakes in it. After another moment of silence, Jeannie ran her hands through her curly blonde hair and glanced at her watch. “Midnight already?” Her voice expressed incredulousness as she exhaled and stood from the computer chair. She was beginning to understand why her brother always looked so tired.

She made her way to a table containing some coffee that a scientist had brought in for her a few hours ago. Bringing the cup to her lips, the now cool liquid caused the cup to be retracted and a sour-faced expression to form on Jeannie’s face. “Ick.” She looked down at the putrid liquid and placed the cup back on the table. So much for that idea. Her eyes slowly returned back to the computer screen from across and suddenly a small sign of hope crossed her face. Jeannie b-lined it to the computer, sat down, and began to type again.