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This is not his office, and this is not an Asgard ship, and these are the first things Jack notices about the street.
He was heading to his office, he was, he was returning there from Carter's lab, from his conversation with her and Teal'c. After the Replicator version of her escaped through the gate, and her thinking it was all her fault ... well, he had to finish his report for the higher-ups. That and get one to the Asgard, warning them that the Replicators were back -- which brings his thought process back to the here and now, because this isn't his office, and that felt a little bit like beaming technology. But this still doesn't look much like a ship, either, whether Prometheus or one of the Asgard's.
"Thor," he says anyway in a warning tone, looking round to gauge his surroundings. "It's just nice to call once in a while before teleporting someone. Even nicer to ask first..."
The street that isn't his office and isn't an Asgard ship stretches out ahead of him, no one in sight. It gives off that distinct deserted vibe, and he fights the urge to run and make a lot of noise. He lets a hand drift behind his back, though, where his M9 is tucked into the waistband of his pants, and he thinks. Street ahead of him, walls to either side, and -- he spins round, pulling out his pistol -- wall at his back.
"Eden," he reads in a low (and mildly confused) voice. Eden like in the Bible? Doesn't feel like a garden... "Where's Daniel when you need him, huh?"
Not here, that's where, not here; so in the absence of a smartass archaeologist to explain everything (or an obvious way back home), Jack sets out to get his bearings a little better, pistol firmly in hand.
He was heading to his office, he was, he was returning there from Carter's lab, from his conversation with her and Teal'c. After the Replicator version of her escaped through the gate, and her thinking it was all her fault ... well, he had to finish his report for the higher-ups. That and get one to the Asgard, warning them that the Replicators were back -- which brings his thought process back to the here and now, because this isn't his office, and that felt a little bit like beaming technology. But this still doesn't look much like a ship, either, whether Prometheus or one of the Asgard's.
"Thor," he says anyway in a warning tone, looking round to gauge his surroundings. "It's just nice to call once in a while before teleporting someone. Even nicer to ask first..."
The street that isn't his office and isn't an Asgard ship stretches out ahead of him, no one in sight. It gives off that distinct deserted vibe, and he fights the urge to run and make a lot of noise. He lets a hand drift behind his back, though, where his M9 is tucked into the waistband of his pants, and he thinks. Street ahead of him, walls to either side, and -- he spins round, pulling out his pistol -- wall at his back.
"Eden," he reads in a low (and mildly confused) voice. Eden like in the Bible? Doesn't feel like a garden... "Where's Daniel when you need him, huh?"
Not here, that's where, not here; so in the absence of a smartass archaeologist to explain everything (or an obvious way back home), Jack sets out to get his bearings a little better, pistol firmly in hand.