Comments | atlantis_tng: Day 48, Morning-Early Afternoon; Brig; Attn: Ucee, Steve [f]

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Day 48, Morning-Early Afternoon; Brig; Attn: Ucee, Steve [f]

Jan 25, 2008 09:58

John left breakfast, collecting a sandwich, a bottle of water, and filling a thermos with coffee as he went, and headed for the brig.

( The guards had done as instructed and kept their prisoners awake. )

character: steve the wraith, time: afternoon, character: john sheppard, character: ucee, day 48

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wraithfanz January 25 2008, 16:32:05 UTC

After the unworthy left, Ucee poked at the items he had given her. Water she recognised, but the flat foodstuffs? She hadn't seen anything like it before.

She sniffed at it. The food wasn't entirely unappealing. She could not detect mould or anything wrong with it. She knew it could contain drugs, but what matter? The Wraith would come, and the unworthy would be sucked. Thus it was written.

Ucee ate the food before her.

j_sheppard January 25 2008, 17:46:20 UTC

John woke up with a start, the image of Evan toppling forward at the female wraith's feet with a bullet through his chest, John's bullet, making his heart pound. For one disorienting minute he didn't remember where he was, fumbling beside himself for a person that wasn't there to offer him the reassurance that it was just a nightmare ( ... )

wraithfanz January 25 2008, 21:01:26 UTC

Ucee looked at the man seated before her. She smiled, slow and serene. "Start where ever you wish, unworthy. It matters not to me whether I know your name before They come to take your life."

j_sheppard January 25 2008, 21:08:50 UTC

"Oh, I wasn't offering mine," John said. "But since you seem disinclined to give me yours, I'll just call you Tasty, because that's undoubtedly what your name is in Wraith anyway." He looked over at the wraith sitting in the next cell. "Isn't that right, Steve?"

wraithfanz January 25 2008, 21:15:25 UTC

Ucee did not bother to glance at the Wraith. She knew he was there, as he did her, and he would not bother with the attentions of the unworthy.

She had her own duties to perform.

She smiled sweetly. "My apologies, unworthy. I did not understand your vulgar tongue. My name is Ucee, the name blessed upon me by the Wraith."

She stepped as close to the energised barrier as she dared, and made coy eyes at the man there. "And yes, you guess correctly -- my name does speak of the taste of my devotion."