Ten minutes. That was all he wanted, just ten minutes of quiet to drink his tea and perhaps read a chapter of a book without any fighting, yelling, complaining or weapon tossing going on around him. He had hoped his library might provide a safe haven, as few of the girls seemed to have any use of the space other then using it as temporary
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Incidentally, Jack looks pretty happy for a guy who has a bandaged up shoulder and a arm in a sling. He waves his free hand, "So, get the welcome speech yet?"
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"I don't have the first idea where I am, let alone if I'm welcome here."
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"Well, frankly I would like to know the answers to those questions myself," he gives an aborted shrug, remember your shoulder Jack! "Ah... Uh, Yeah. Place is called Tax-son something or other. Says so on the nifty tablet thingie."
"And hey, as long as you don't start talking crazy and try to kill me, I'm fine with ya. Name's Jack O'Neill by the way."
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"Taxon," he repeats. At least the place has a name, that should make research easier.
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"Yep, don't know who named it. But that was what I was told when I got beamed in. Daniel probably knows more about it than I do, you could ask him."
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He almost laughed at the lack of answer. "Someone named it a name meaning 'naming things.' How ironic."
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Jack tilts his head back to think for a moment, "...huh."
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