Not What The Brochure Said It Would Be...
Who: Daniel Jackson and anyone
Where: Basement and the Lobby
When: Afternoon
What: Daniel Jackson arrives at the hotel...
Daniel Jackson looked at the shimmering water-like surface of the event horizon he saw before him. He stepped forward and the familiar sensation of being transported through an interstellar wormhole took over. His foot hit a concrete floor in a darkly lit room. Dr. Jackson looked around to try and get his bearings.
"Well, this is...unexpected." he said to no-one as he pursed his lips in thought, "Oma Desala?" he called out, looking for the being who lead him to ascencion. All he heard was his voice echo in the chamber. As he continued to look around he saw various object all seeming to have been in this place for some time. As he turned to see what was behind him, his gaze met an all too familiar sight: the massive ring of a Stargate. He began to wander the room a little, hoping to find a panel or someway to contact anyone. Not seeing one, he looked at the stargate a little closer. A thick layer of dust seemed to have been recently disturbed, and there is a distinct absence of a DHD. "Oma Desala? Are you here?" he tried calling out again, there is no reply, save for the sound of a door latch. Looking around he saw a sliver of light filtering through a door way. A stairway greeted him when he got to the door. Seeing no other option he climbed the stairs and arrived in...a hotel lobby.
"Ah, Dr. Jackson, we have been expecting you; To be honest we almost thought you might not make it. Here is your room key," a man behind the front desk said as Daniel stepped out of the stairwell. He walked up to the desk, looking around as he did. It had the look of a decent hotel, not quite a glamorous 5 star place, but not a hole in the wall either. He looked at the key on the desk, there was a number engraved onto it. Daniel reached out and picked up the small brass object, and turned it in his hand.
"Excuse...me?" Looking up from the key, the front desk clerk is gone, and he can't seem to remember anything remarkable about the man, "I was going to ask where I am, but that seems a bit pointless now." He leaned over the counter, curiosity piqued, to see where the man might have gone. Nothing stood out, so he turned back to the hotel lobby. A pair of double doors with sunlight pouring out. He walked over, tapping the key to his lips and looked out over a barren desert.
Where: Basement and the Lobby
When: Afternoon
What: Daniel Jackson arrives at the hotel...
Daniel Jackson looked at the shimmering water-like surface of the event horizon he saw before him. He stepped forward and the familiar sensation of being transported through an interstellar wormhole took over. His foot hit a concrete floor in a darkly lit room. Dr. Jackson looked around to try and get his bearings.
"Well, this is...unexpected." he said to no-one as he pursed his lips in thought, "Oma Desala?" he called out, looking for the being who lead him to ascencion. All he heard was his voice echo in the chamber. As he continued to look around he saw various object all seeming to have been in this place for some time. As he turned to see what was behind him, his gaze met an all too familiar sight: the massive ring of a Stargate. He began to wander the room a little, hoping to find a panel or someway to contact anyone. Not seeing one, he looked at the stargate a little closer. A thick layer of dust seemed to have been recently disturbed, and there is a distinct absence of a DHD. "Oma Desala? Are you here?" he tried calling out again, there is no reply, save for the sound of a door latch. Looking around he saw a sliver of light filtering through a door way. A stairway greeted him when he got to the door. Seeing no other option he climbed the stairs and arrived in...a hotel lobby.
"Ah, Dr. Jackson, we have been expecting you; To be honest we almost thought you might not make it. Here is your room key," a man behind the front desk said as Daniel stepped out of the stairwell. He walked up to the desk, looking around as he did. It had the look of a decent hotel, not quite a glamorous 5 star place, but not a hole in the wall either. He looked at the key on the desk, there was a number engraved onto it. Daniel reached out and picked up the small brass object, and turned it in his hand.
"Excuse...me?" Looking up from the key, the front desk clerk is gone, and he can't seem to remember anything remarkable about the man, "I was going to ask where I am, but that seems a bit pointless now." He leaned over the counter, curiosity piqued, to see where the man might have gone. Nothing stood out, so he turned back to the hotel lobby. A pair of double doors with sunlight pouring out. He walked over, tapping the key to his lips and looked out over a barren desert.