stargates and tea

Jonas Quinn. Stargate SG-1 Indy RP blog. Kelownan from the planet Langara. Former adviser to the First Minister. Scientist. Diplomat. Explorer. Tea drinker Sideblog to snippylittletano

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First-Time Interaction starter sentences

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

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“Sorry about that. I’ll be sure not to say ‘it could be worse’, if you think that’ll help,” John offered as he watched Jonas watching the birds. The guy was just amazed at everything. It was nice. He wasn’t sure when he’d gotten so jaded, but it had happened pretty early in his arrival in Pegasus—probably because of the Wraith. Before that he’d been excited about it all. Now that thrill was always buried beneath wondering if something was dangerous to them, or if it could be used to defend them.

Crap what a shitty way to live. It’s not paranoia if they are out to suck your life force for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“Shouldn’t be much further. Not sure why they settled so far from the stargate. Might be to force the Wraith and others to travel longer to get to them.” John was obviously not an anthropologist, so he left it at that. Around them the trees were thinning, and he was thankful to be away from the buzzing bugs when they stepped out into the open. The village wasn’t more than a mile from where they were. “Almost there.”

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“It’s commonly seen among cultures if the gate is feared or revered they will settle as far away as they can while in reach of the Gate.” Jonas explained softly as he strolled through the forest seemingly unbothered by the idea of life sucking vampire like life forms roaming around the galaxy. He was well aware they could pop out the gate any time but…they might not. He’d lived on a planet with the constant threat of nuclear war and self destruction, some times it felt like he’d just switched one disaster for another.

At least they hit clear ground though, as wonderful as it was to experience the wilderness of whatever planet this was…Jonas was rather glad to have reached the end of it. “Looks quiet.” He observed idly, not really thinking about it too hard. Normally he would have expected everyone running around, normally there were kids…there were…people?

Never mind the people where was the rest of the team?

He kept his thoughts to himself as they moved forward, until the unease was knowing at him so badly he found he couldn’t be silent any longer. “Does this strike you as weird….or is it just me?” Oh part of him hoped it was just him, then again, he didn’t want his new boss to think he was weird. He’d been down that road before.

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N o t h i n g I have done since turning against the Goa'uld will make up for the atrocities I once committed in their name.

     You will never forgive yourself.

             Do not fight for yourself, fight for o t h e r s, others that may be saved              through your effort.

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Its my flatmates birthday today, so she made this stunning Stargate cake. To be fair if our PhDs fail us we could just open a geeky bakery. 

Happy birthday Katie <3 

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This was not what Cam expected when he had requested a position with SG-1. Years of flying in the air force, special decoration after near-death in the battle against Anubis, it was great, but this? This was supposed to be the job of a lifetime; an opportunity to travel across the galaxy in the blink of an eye with some of the greatest minds and warriors ever known. And then he got there.

With Jack gone, everyone had moved off in their own direction, and Cam was left to settle everything on his own. Pick and choose a new team, which would have been great if only it didn’t mean the loss of what once had been. As far as he was concerned, the space travel was only a secondary bonus. The adventure was great, but it was the people he wanted to work with. It was the team who made the assignment, and he was determined to get them all back. If they could just find some common ground –– a reason to work together –– he was sure his plan could work.

With Jackson stuck on the base with that kinda hot ( if not totally crazy ) alien and Teal’c back ‘just to help,’ that left two more members he needed to convince. Sam would be locked up in her mission for awhile, so his efforts were focused squarely on one. Knocking on the soft oak only once before letting himself in, he smiled down at the professor. “I’m not one of your students, but thanks for the compliment. I have been moisturizing a lot lately.” He closed the door behind him and stuck out a hand. “Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell. Leader of SG-1.”

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The quick witted retort caught his attention, he raised an eyebrow, smirked for a moment before shaking his head at the man in his doorway, “you must be a dermatologists worst nightmare.” He replied without missing a beat. For a moment he just surveyed the man in his office, trying to work out why he was here, why the Stargate program was suddenly interested in him again…truth be told he’s never really felt part of the team, hell he was pretty sure most of them had forgotten about him. Sometimes he got a phone call from Sam, but they were few and far between…most of the people he had worked with he’d never spoken to again after leaving. Truth be told he wasn’t overly excited to have it come crashing back into his life.

Jonas reached out, took his hand out of politeness more than anything else, shook it and then leaned back in his chair, “Leader? So Jack’s been promoted then?” There was another option, but honestly, he didn’t want to think about that, he was going to assume that he had made it to a desk job. “Has he got a desk now, bet he’s just loving that.” Oh the man he’d known would rather have done anything other than sit at a desk all day.

“I don’t mean to sound sharp, but what are you doing here? I haven’t been involved in the Stargate program in a long time, and to be honest…it’s not something I am really looking to be part of again.” He was willing to be his entire Pension on him being picked because someone else wasn’t available, for a moment he pondered what kinda trouble Jackson had got himself into again, he wished the guy nothing but good luck but honestly living a year in his shadow had kinda been enough for him. “How is everyone though? I’m assuming you’re here because Jackson isn’t available? Please tell me he hasn’t ascended again.”

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“You’re aboard the Federation starship Enterprise. We found you on the remains of a ship near some kind of giant ring. Lucky for you we did; our engineer says the ship you were on was about to blow and completely decimate itself.”

There were guards stationed just outside the doors of sickbay, but Christine didn’t think they were necessary. The captain had insisted, though, and she had no place arguing with him. “I’m Nurse Chapel. What might your name be?”

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Starships?

How in the universe had they developed Starships without the Goa’uld wiping them out and taking their technology? Jonas raised an eyebrow as he settled back down, realisation kicking in as he realised that they had no idea what the ring was. “You mean the Stargate.” Jonas stated. “The big ring, it’s called a Stargate. It’s a transportation device it….creates stable wormholes between two of those rings…” maybe he had given away too much in his explanation, but then again, they hadn’t shown any reason for him to mistrust them yet.

“I’m Jonas Quinn.” He have Nurse Chapel a small nod of his head before he winced slightly. “I work for the Stargate program, we’re explorers from the planet Earth.”  He fell silent, trying to work out in his head what was going on here, how they had ended up out here.

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It's munday...it's also Easter Monday and I had to go to work so here's me looking moody.

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Where all the children l e f t without a trace, 

                            only to come back as pure as g o l d to recite this all

                                        Hello,   here I am, 

                                and here we go life’s waiting to b e g i n. 

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                   And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born         Then it's time to g o and define your destination There's so many different places to call h o m e

     Because when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written           It's plain to see that sometimes the best intentions                    are in need of redemption

                                              Would you agree?

                                            If so please show me

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John understood exactly what Jonas was talking about with the different light from the suns the planets orbited. But then this wasn’t Star Trek, a reference he was pretty sure Jonas wouldn’t get, which made him miss Rodney, and they weren’t likely to find humans living on planets with different colored skies like they did on TV. Humans lived on green, Earth-like, planets in most cases. It was how they were seeded throughout the galaxies that the Ancients selected. It was what it was.

A frown deepened when Jonas spoke of the naquadria being weaponized. It wasn’t a surprise. Humans liked to do that too. Clubs to blades. Blades to guns. Guns to bombs. Bombs to bigger bombs. Sure he had a gun slung around his shoulders, and he was prepared to shoot any Wraith on sight, but John liked to think he was a civilized guy. He hadn’t exactly been thrilled to work with the Genii afterall.

“Sounds like some assholes we met here, the Genii. We avoid them whenever we can.” But they still found a way of surprising them. They were like that tiny trace of dog shit that got caught in the soles of your boots that you could not get rid of and smelled bad. “We should be OK here though. We’ll get some food in the market when we catch up with Tayla, and Rodney will tell us if he found anything we need to appropriate.”

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While it was depressing, it was also an odd comfort, to know that humans seemed to be the same regardless of where they had ended up in the universe, attempting to kick the crap out of each others for either stupid reasons, or reasons they had long forgotten. Maybe it was a phase that they went through, Jonas found himself slightly concerned though that none of them had seemed to be able to pass through that barrier and break through into whatever was next.

“They sound like a charming group,” Jonas observed as she pushed forward though the vegetation, pushing a branch out the way as he noted an odd, colourful, bird like creature sat in one of the higher branches above him. He smiled to himself for a moment, almost amused by the fact, and he kept coming back to the one thought that he was the first person from his planet to have ever have seen it. His life was full of firsts and it was both one of the most terrifying and exciting things ever.

“You had to say it.” He show a half serious, half smirk towards John, trying to keep up the façade but it fast decayed into a small laugh, “one of the first rules I learned on SG-1, don’t ever say ‘it should be okay’ because then anything that can go wrong, will do wrong.” He paused for a moment in thought, “O’Neil had a name for it, Murphy’s Law…though I don’t really get why…” Sometimes the jokes and references just went straight over his head.

“As long as we eventually get out of this forest I’ll be happy.”

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