[Introduction -- Dr. Rodney McKay] All systems go -- wait, what?!
They'd landed Atlantis on Earth, a six-point landing on the waters of the mouth of San Francisco Bay, though there was that fireball that likely alerted the locals. With the cloak up, no one would ever know that an Ancient city-ship was in their backyard, and the fireball could easily be explained as a particularly large meteorite that landed in the Pacific.
Still, McKay was keeping his fingers crossed, and he had gone on his own recon about the city, tablet in hand, running systems checks, making sure nothing happened to affect the cloak: even with the ZPM supplied by that Wraith which Sheppard insisted on calling "Todd", things unforeseen could crop up -- and in his experience, usually did. The last thing the Atlantis Expedition crew -- and he -- needed at this point was a malfunction in the city's control system resulting in a glitched cloak. Of course, in that event, Stargate Command and the Air Force would come up with a cover story, but better, in the first place, to avoid situations that require all that tap dancing and ficton-creating. Their luck, they'd have another incident like the Alec Colson affair, only this time with locals -- or worse case scenario, tourists -- armed with cellphone cameras and conspiracy theories. Just the thing Stargate Command needed, their own version of the Lone Gunmen. He never did like those guys: too obvious as the comic relief.
He entered one of the transporter booths, tapping the dot for the South East wing of the city. Usual process: dematerialize, transport, rematerialze, open the door, step out, continue the scan. Nothing could be more normal for him. All in a day's work. If landing an Ancient city-ship on Earth and running maintenance on the power grid could be considered all in a day's work. Which by Earth standards would be pretty much "out there".
As he enters the corridor, of a sudden the window on his tablet blinks out, leaving only the standard screen with a few application icons. "Oh, what is this thing doing now?" he snaps, jabbing at the icons, annoyed. Then he notices the wireless connection indicator has gone blank. "Great, lost the signal. Never happens when I'm not doing anything vital; it *has* to cut out when I'm in the *middle* of an important systems check."
Which is when he looks up to find that the hallway is not the one he was traversing moments ago: the lines of the architecture are different, not the same as the strong verticals and precise edges in Lantean wood and stone, and the colors are different from Atlantis's earth tones. "All right, what is *this*? Did the transporter malfunction? Is every device screwing up all at once today?! Something break when we landed?!?"
Anyone passing by will find an irate man in grey garb resembling military fatigues, arms in a low, helpless shrug, tablet computer in one hand, as he stares about him, totally baffled and equal parts annoyed and curious.
Name: Dr. Rodney McKay
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Media: TV series
Typist: matrixrefugee
Other relevant info: Taken from just after the end of the series (but before Stargate Universe, since the typist has not watched much of that yet. Operating word being 'yet'.). Expect a lot of flailing, yattering and rabbiting on from this guy: he does that about a lot of things. Also, any snarky remarks are just him being snarky: he's really a good guy, he just got prickles.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.
Still, McKay was keeping his fingers crossed, and he had gone on his own recon about the city, tablet in hand, running systems checks, making sure nothing happened to affect the cloak: even with the ZPM supplied by that Wraith which Sheppard insisted on calling "Todd", things unforeseen could crop up -- and in his experience, usually did. The last thing the Atlantis Expedition crew -- and he -- needed at this point was a malfunction in the city's control system resulting in a glitched cloak. Of course, in that event, Stargate Command and the Air Force would come up with a cover story, but better, in the first place, to avoid situations that require all that tap dancing and ficton-creating. Their luck, they'd have another incident like the Alec Colson affair, only this time with locals -- or worse case scenario, tourists -- armed with cellphone cameras and conspiracy theories. Just the thing Stargate Command needed, their own version of the Lone Gunmen. He never did like those guys: too obvious as the comic relief.
He entered one of the transporter booths, tapping the dot for the South East wing of the city. Usual process: dematerialize, transport, rematerialze, open the door, step out, continue the scan. Nothing could be more normal for him. All in a day's work. If landing an Ancient city-ship on Earth and running maintenance on the power grid could be considered all in a day's work. Which by Earth standards would be pretty much "out there".
As he enters the corridor, of a sudden the window on his tablet blinks out, leaving only the standard screen with a few application icons. "Oh, what is this thing doing now?" he snaps, jabbing at the icons, annoyed. Then he notices the wireless connection indicator has gone blank. "Great, lost the signal. Never happens when I'm not doing anything vital; it *has* to cut out when I'm in the *middle* of an important systems check."
Which is when he looks up to find that the hallway is not the one he was traversing moments ago: the lines of the architecture are different, not the same as the strong verticals and precise edges in Lantean wood and stone, and the colors are different from Atlantis's earth tones. "All right, what is *this*? Did the transporter malfunction? Is every device screwing up all at once today?! Something break when we landed?!?"
Anyone passing by will find an irate man in grey garb resembling military fatigues, arms in a low, helpless shrug, tablet computer in one hand, as he stares about him, totally baffled and equal parts annoyed and curious.
Name: Dr. Rodney McKay
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Media: TV series
Typist: matrixrefugee
Other relevant info: Taken from just after the end of the series (but before Stargate Universe, since the typist has not watched much of that yet. Operating word being 'yet'.). Expect a lot of flailing, yattering and rabbiting on from this guy: he does that about a lot of things. Also, any snarky remarks are just him being snarky: he's really a good guy, he just got prickles.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.