[Sam Tyler] What's cookin'?
Who: Sam Tyler, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Locke
When: Day 36, evening
Where: The cook/signal fire (eventually)
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete
Sam's quarry stank. He strode out of the jungle praying that the pair of dead, overgrown lemmings he carried -- he hadn't a clue what the Corgi-sized rodents were -- hadn't permanently stunk ( Read more... )
When: Day 36, evening
Where: The cook/signal fire (eventually)
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete
Sam's quarry stank. He strode out of the jungle praying that the pair of dead, overgrown lemmings he carried -- he hadn't a clue what the Corgi-sized rodents were -- hadn't permanently stunk ( Read more... )
"I thought you'd have noticed that I actually own a set last physical you made me go through."
John burst into laughter and tried to cover it up by coughing, putting a fist to his mouth. "Whoa, yeah, sorry about that, got something caught in my throat." He coughed a little more, hitting the center of his chest with his fist before managing to get his laughter under control. He grinned over at Susan, he honestly liked her, she was very much like Aeryn in some ways and lot different from her in others.
"What's the watch rotation overnight? It's actually something I can help with." Which then allowed Susan and Marcus to hotbunk, assuming, of course, the Ranger chose to take a shift as well. "I assume four hours on, four off?" She paused... "Or...?"
John nodded, "Yeah, there's a lot of us here that can carry the responsibility of patrolling, so we all do four hours on and four hours off." He was due to go on patrol around midnight. "You might need to talk to Daniel about what shifts are open, if more people are willing to pick up shifts, it may drop to three hours on, three hours off"
He cast a glance to Aeryn beside him, "You still patrolling with me tonight? You didn't go and pick up an extra shift, did you?"
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Stephen then turned his attention to Rodney for a moment, "Wait, what's a Wraith... And do hermit crabs actually race? That would be... interesting." Well you have to have some entertainment around here, right?
The more serious conversation of patrols did catch Stephen's attention and he turned to John to reply to it, "I can help with those patrols." He may be a doctor but he's also a soldier, not that he's mentioned it, but the fact still remains.
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It didn't take long, and never does, for Rodney to finish his 'first' helping, and with a view to go back for seconds, he catches the questions. Little late for immediate response, and he apologized as he took more ra-- nutria.
"Wraith. It's... an alien." Here goes, and he's not about to explain how he knows. Besides, in the back of his head, he thought that there was one who'd gotten away, so who knew if they're still under threat here? "White haired, white complexioned... alien..." That wasn't the worst part, in his mind, and as he continued, he juggled the plate to bring a hand up to make 'claw' motions in the air. "It sucks the life out of you with it's hand." Sounds... fantastic, but the scientist was in earnest. "A couple of their ships came through an errant wormhole a little while ago; they're biotech... and me, the Doctor and now Radek, have been scavenging them."
Rodney grimaced, and with his plate re-charged, he began to head back to his little corner of the firepit. "One, I can't say they're easy to take down, but not impossible. Two, a little hard. More than that?" He shook his head. "And the problem is, they're a hive mentality... where one is, they're in communication with the others; then you have an entire race after you."
As for the hermit crabs, he added, "Mine will." He was certain.
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Stephen decided at that moment that maybe concentrating on the plate in front of him was a good idea. He'd just let out his geek monster and maybe it was a little too early for all the poor people who didn't know him. Yes, eating was a good idea, especially since if he thought about it he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually done it. A bite of the meat is taken, "You know strangely Susan... Michael would probably like this." The man did eat fried Yokdri. "Too bad he isn't here instead."
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She smiled to herself for just a moment, remembering Lex pointing out that this wasn't the first time he'd been marooned on a tropical island. He'd claimed jokingly that that gave him seniority whenever they disagreed about something. He'd run interference for her with Harry too. He'd never admitted it but Chloe could see it in the way Harry interacted with her and with Lex.
She'd tried to run to his aid that night, only to have the Wraith turn on her. Chloe pressed a hand between her breasts for a moment, remembering the pain. And the days she'd spent with her body a withered ruin, bouncing between despair and desperate hope that the Kryptonite would work a miracle. It had--but the Doctor's analysis suggested that it was even more of an impossible longshot than she'd suspected.
Chloe lowered her hand and forced herself to take a bit of mango.
"No," she said to Stephen. "You wouldn't want to run into one in a dark alley. Or on a dark tropical beach. We lost half a dozen people to those damn things one night before we managed to kill them."
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Only to worry that they'd return. They always did.
He scowled as he looked at Chloe. That look on her face, he could see from orbit. It was the same one he had, the same that those in the City had, when they'd experienced death up close and personal courtesy of the Wraith. He really hadn't known her during the wraith attack, didn't know much about the aftermath; wanting to stay as buried in the technical as possible because of the horror, the fear he had of those creatures-- even if he'd run headlong out into the night to be first on hand to try to take them out when he'd heard the dart's distinctive whine. Him... and his pistol.
"Hey..." The scientist leaned in again, looking at the cute blonde who seemed, at least, to like him. He was shoring up his courage, fully expecting to be laughed down (at least by Dean), or perhaps interrupted by George. "Um.. Chloe?" He put his plate down, the second helping of meat taken care of. "After dinner, how about a... um... little firelight by the edge of the water? You know... um.. me and you?"
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Mr. Wizard didn't seem to get it. He actually *propositioned* Chloe right there! Dean sat up straight, ready to put the moron in his place. Only a discreet look from Chloe stopped him. She shook her head slightly, then faced the idiot savant. Dean scowled, but obeyed Chloe's wishes.
OOC: sinanju, if Chloe's out of character let me know and I'll repost.>
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Then she looked at Rodney. She wasn't sure what Rodney was suggesting. She doubted he meant it the way it sounded, certainly not the way Dean had taken it. How to answer, then?
It was a problem. She liked Rodney, but she didn't like Rodney. Not that that meant a little friendly sex was out of the question--but she didn't think he'd see it that way or take it so casually. She'd known other...well, geeks, in her time and got along with them. They tended to be somewhat socially backward.
Rodney wasn't nearly as backward as he sometimes seemed. He couldn't be and still have such an unerring eye for how to flay someone with that razor tongue of his. But she feared that he'd fixated on her and might be harboring unrealistic fantasies.
But now wasn't the time to deal with that. "Sure," Chloe said to Rodney. "A walk would be nice." She carefully didn't look at either Dean or George.
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Perhaps the answer would be forthcoming from Stephen, so she looked at her friend, and while a little more of the mystery is revealed, it's "And come to think of it, you do have more then one set, but I'm paid not to notice those too." that clues her in.
"Stephen!!" The commander found a piece of fruit and chucked it at the doctor with deadly aim. "You are so dead." She was laughing, however-- so it probably wasn't as dire as, say, should she have been the brunt of a practical joke. Still-- beware of flying food!
Even worse, which managed to toss the serious consideration of taking a night watch, was the image of the Centauri Ambassador... naked. One of the remarkable bits of that particular alien physiology (which the telepaths in the group aren't 'treated' to, at least from her!) are the six 'tentesticles' that are attached to the sides of their bodies... covered by their layered and varied clothing. When she'd learned that, it took some time before she could actually -look- at the man... er... Centauri. And they claimed humans were their long lost colony?! That picture, of course, necessitated another toss of fruit, this time a pit, in the doctor's direction. "Just keep it up, Stephen..."
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The Doctor's pronouncement on alien races and silly little planet caught Stephen's attention too. He turned to the man, brow rising just a little bit. Stephen had been through quite a few wars and seen more then enough alien races content to use Earth as pawn in a chess match that he wasn't amused in the least. He stood up, stretching his legs and just gave Susan a grin, unwilling to let on that anything may be bugging him, "I think I'm going to go for a little walk, maybe check out my shelter. I'm sure a wonderful job was done and I do thank anyone who helped. Thank you also for the meal, it was filling." That said Stephen turned to head off, the piece of fruit still in his hand.
EXIT STEPHEN
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EXIT MARCUS (unnoticed)
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She took a plate and found Jack right next to her putting more vegitables on her aluminum dish. She glared at him and he grinned.
"Both of you are gonna back off, got it?" She growled, but didn't dump the veggies.
"Just looking out for my favorite girl." Jack grinned at the coughing around the fire.
"As in family." He called over his shoulder.
"Well I'm a big girl, Jack. I can look after myself. Go try and pick up Dean." She nudged him in that direction.
"You were actually a vegitarian once?" Rose looked at the Doctor then at the vegitables.
"Yup. Not anymore though. Like meat, me. Never turn down a good rodent." He loaded the meat onto his plate.
"Least it isn't movin'. That's a plus." Rose moved to sit next to Rodney. "I heard this rumor," She nudged Rodney's knee with her own, "that someone was thinkin' of hermit crab racin." She offered her grin with tongue.
"Gotta have a hobby." The Doctor winked at McKay. "It's better than most."
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Looking to Rose's plate, his own decision was right. More for her, then...
When she sat down, he had to move slightly, but he offered her a smile. "Hi... I was just mentionning," He waved a hand in the general direction of those in the small gathering, "yes, I am... going to be working on a starter gate soon. Just as soon as we figure out... what sort of crabs we have. I-I-I mean, I know they're hermit crabs, but we're... John and I... are going to breed 'racers'."
Geek.
While everyone else was having more... interpersonal communications... McKay was running hermit crabs just above the surf line. He chuckled at the Doctor, but shrugged soon after. Didn't seem to be getting him too far with Chloe-- she wasn't sitting next to him, but rather, beside Dean and George. "Radek's working with the thermals, trying to get something... I won't be able to get anything done before we get to the TARDIS. I've got some potential simulations, theories, really, more than anything else in temporal frequencies, and what sort of energy output would be required, assuming they've got efficiency at... 75%."
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