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[with_two_ls]

[A brief shimmer of blue light, and Jack O'Neill enters Keepsake Way. Not that he's recognizable at the moment. He seems to be wearing a red plastic suit that not only covers his entire body, but also hides his face behind tinted glass. Apparently looking around, his voice sounds tinny coming from the transmitter in his helmet

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[whoshotsherlock]

[Greg has been wandering in general restlessness and boredom, so of course he's not expecting to run in to anything that looks like it just stepped right out of a sci-fi movie.

So of course as soon as he rounds the corner and sees the figure in the red suit, he lets out a yelp of surprise and stumbles backwards, landing rather ungracefully right on his backside.]

What the hell?!

[with_two_ls]

Whoa, it's okay, kid.

[Taking a chance on the air not being poisonous--this guy doesn't seem to be dying, O'Neill pulls off his helmet.]

I'm not going to hurt you. I come in peace. [He smirks slightly. He'd always wanted to say that.]

[whoshotsherlock]

[he stares, then scowls slightly.]

Har har. I'm not a kid.

[with_two_ls]

Whatever you say. [If you don't have gray hair, you're a kid.]

You seen any of the other members of my team? There should be three others. Major Carter--blond, female, talks about a bunch of stuff that I don't understand. Daniel Jackson--kinda dorky looking. Brown hair. And Teal'c--big guy, has a sort of gold...thing on his forehead.

[whoshotsherlock]

[Ew. Gray hair. No thanks. He likes his fluffy sort-of-blond.]

... no. Can't say I have, sorry. There's uh... not a lot of us here.

[with_two_ls]

"Us" being...?

[whoshotsherlock]

[stands up and brushes his pants off]

Random people who show up with little to no memory of who or where they were before here.

[with_two_ls]

I can remember just...

Aw, crap.

[whoshotsherlock]

What?

[with_two_ls]

...I have no idea where I just came from. I know where I was supposed to go. I know who should be here.

[whoshotsherlock]

... hn. More than what I've got. Maybe you're just luckier than me.

[with_two_ls]

This happened before...something like this on...P3R-118...

[whoshotsherlock]

[stare]

P3-whosinthewhatists?

[with_two_ls]

P3R-118. The people who lived on that planet wiped our memories and made us all think we were workers.

It stank. A lot.

[whoshotsherlock]

I can imagine.

No one's tried to put me to work here. In fact it's been down right boring.

[with_two_ls]

The locals say much?