Here 's someone who can handle all the drama without batting an eyebrow. Carol, however, has momentarily lost track of her daughter, and is therefore much more focused on that than on the man, whom she doesn't realize is brand new.
And so... Here comes a woman, with very short hair that could pass for military, wearing however civilian beige cargo pants and an orange tank top, cropped with a loose open shirt. She's pretty but in the way of women who don't think they are, and is all au naturel.
"I'm sorry, officer, did you see a little girl about this tall? Blond hair, blue eyes, very shy?"
She's not overly worried: her daughter has a few friends now, and she was just supposed to meet her with one of them. They're probably just late, or maybe Carol's in advance. Always hard to tell the correct time, at the Mansion.
If there's anyone who can deal with Rodney's squawking and take it in stride, it's probably Carol (she could probably teach Zelenka a few tricks for dealing with Rodney). "Officer-- what? Do I look like I'm directing traffic? I'm trying to figure out where the heck *I* am," the newcomer retorts, his voice getting higher-pitched with frustration, which makes him sound a bit like an angry-perplexed teenaged kid. "Just *what* is this place?!"
"Flailing? This isn't flailing: this getting misdirected to God knows where when I was in the middle of some important work and being completely lost," the new guy yaps back.
He'll pause, let out a harassed sigh, then close the cover-flap on the tablet case, then draws in a breath or two. "Deep breaths. Deep breaths. All right, where was I? Oh yeah, where am I?"
Because we know he doesn't really like kids, and because trolling Rodney could soon become a national sport... here's a blond-haired, blue-eyed little girl, who is not shy but isn't actually in a very good mood today, so she's quietly frowning in a chair and playing with a ball.
The ball bounces against the floor, the wall, then back into the kid's hand.
And again, and again.
Sophie is brooding because of kid stuff, whatever it is. That repeated noise is probably irritating, though.
I'm not sure what the other thread is going to end with, but we can assume the mother in the other thread is going to excuse herself to find her kid again by the time she's helped him settle.
We wonder if the time Rodney got sent to repair the Wraith shield on "the planet with all the kids" was some kind of karmic backlash for the time he ribbed poor Zelenka for getting stuck there. This might be more karma at work...
In might wander a vaguely soldier-ish looking fellow, looking rather cross, and who might be tapping things on what looks like a wide, flat, thin book-thing. He'll pause, looking up and saying to no one in particular, "Okay, the heck is that noise? How can anyone *think* with that racket going on?"
Which reminds me: I found a "Which SGA character are you?" quiz-thingum, which gave me some rather interesting results: Rodney came in second as a match, but the top slot went to ...Zelenka. This amuses me more than it should..
Sophie probably noticed the man, heard the complaint.
Watch her ignore it completely: the ball is going to keep doing its thing, because little Sophie says so, and little Sophie thinks the man can go to the library if he wants some quiet.
Also maybe if she keeps on doing this he'll just leave. :/
He'll discover the source of the racket, and oh, joy, it's a kid with a ball. Least favorite combination (we wonder what he'd make of a kid with a toy drum...). "Okay, Steve McQueen, you mind not doing that for five minutes? Nice work developing your throwing arm, but that sound is really anNOYing," he requests. Well, it's his idea of a request.
And we give Sophie license to throw the ball at him once her grumpiness reaches critical level.
Here's someone a little bit different, because everyone needs to meet a strikingly beautiful woman when they get to the Mansion, particularly someone like Rodney McKay, who isn't known for his romancing skills.
We of course expect that he might be sad that he got separated from Jennifer Keller - yet we can't help but throw Phedre at him, given that her gowns and everything else about her is quite alien.
She'll be found in the kitchen, fixing a snack for herself and one of her loved ones - she is wearing an open gown that shows the top of her marque, and her skin, where it is revealed, shows marks of abuse, bruises and scratches. Yet she is humming happily to herself, and seems anything but concerned.
By now, our scientist who claims he eats when he's nervous has likely headed for the kitchen in search of something edible
He might be more than friends with Jennifer Keller by now, but Rodney's still a red-blooded guy with a pulse (and the social skills of a twelve year old), so he might pause in the doorway, goggling a bit at her. Is this lady a visitor from some planet of lovely people with interesting fashion sense (and the typist thinks of the Kushiel-'verse as an alternate Earth, since the geography and ethnic groups are similar)?
"Huh..." he says, astutely. Off to a good start, Doc....
Well, that's an elegant announcement if there ever was any. Phedre glances to the doorway, spots the... ordinary looking man, and raises an eyebrow.
She has no idea that his reaction has to do with her specifically, and so...
"... are you alright, Messire?"
Actually, Word Of God and the study of the various cultures explored in KT indicate that it would be an alternate Baroque France, had the Romans not invaded it. So she's basically an alternate 17th century woman...
"Oh, me, I was just going back -- I mean, coming in, looking for something to taste... err, eat, ufgh," he sputters, his gaze darting about nervously. Real smooth: likely sounds more like an awkward teenager than an adult.
Where else would you find Daniel Jackson, if not at the library? Ah, yes, patrolling the grounds. And that is (again) where he is, alone for once. He actually just went for a walk this time, and is on his way back, opening the door to the Mansion.
Perhaps McKay will come upon Jackson's SG-1 coat in the lobby, or perhaps he'll see his colleague wandering in. Perhaps he'll spot the familiar silhouette, or perhaps he'll over hear a grumbling sound.
"I can't believe this is an actual fishbowl," he's muttering to himself. "This is worse than P3X-289."
He might find the SG-1 coat first, and greets it with an audible sigh of relief. "Whew, where's there's light, there's hope," Rodney says, thinking out loud. And someone whom he doesn't have to play the cover story game with. Likely he's been using the "deep space telemetry" cover thus far.
He'll eventually find his way to the library, entering and roaming around, staring at the stacks, trying to follow that voice he thought he heard. "Huh, very Masterpiece Theatre in here," he notes. "That Brit with the pipe lurking in one of the chairs? 'Cause right now, it wouldn't surprise me if he was."
He's been patrolling all day so Daniel is really not going to be in any mood for research, regardless of the fact that it is his main interest.
So if he shows up at the library, it's because he's looking for a good book to read, before he locks himself up with coffee, a large bowl of cereal, and something to divert his mind.
He's in the post-modern novel section, picking up Umberto Eco's Foucault Pendulum when he hears the familiar voice.
".... McKay?"
Er..... did you read my tag? Daniel is *not* at the library. Anyway, I'm going to find a way to handle this, but it's not the first time that you actively force me to change the setting I chose. :/ Please be more attentive? Or communicate to me instead of doing this? Something?
Here's someone who might look a little bit like he's from an Alteran colony, since today is laundry day and he's stuck in his Ranger uniform. He may pass for a Genii, perhaps, or some unknown military man.
Zhane is actually flitzing around with a pair of communicators, one of which he wants to give to Neville. He used to have prepared such a thing for Iggy, but when Andros left with his zord to try and locate DECA, that became a pretty useless device.
They need to be recalibrated for short range communication - and while he can do it, he's taking his time.
Passing through the main room, Rodney might come upon the youngster, and he might instinctively take a half-side-step, given the uniform. Have the Genii found this place, or is he just as misplaced as everyone else? But the gadget he's tinkering with attracts Rodney's attention: at last, technology that doesn't look like something out of a Rockwell painting.
"Are you fixing that or assembling it?" he asks, curiously.
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And so... Here comes a woman, with very short hair that could pass for military, wearing however civilian beige cargo pants and an orange tank top, cropped with a loose open shirt. She's pretty but in the way of women who don't think they are, and is all au naturel.
"I'm sorry, officer, did you see a little girl about this tall? Blond hair, blue eyes, very shy?"
She's not overly worried: her daughter has a few friends now, and she was just supposed to meet her with one of them. They're probably just late, or maybe Carol's in advance. Always hard to tell the correct time, at the Mansion.
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"... I see. You should probably sit down, and I will try to explain. Or you can keep flailing, and someone else will deal with you."
Her tone is very Motherly.
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He'll pause, let out a harassed sigh, then close the cover-flap on the tablet case, then draws in a breath or two. "Deep breaths. Deep breaths. All right, where was I? Oh yeah, where am I?"
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The ball bounces against the floor, the wall, then back into the kid's hand.
And again, and again.
Sophie is brooding because of kid stuff, whatever it is. That repeated noise is probably irritating, though.
I'm not sure what the other thread is going to end with, but we can assume the mother in the other thread is going to excuse herself to find her kid again by the time she's helped him settle.
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In might wander a vaguely soldier-ish looking fellow, looking rather cross, and who might be tapping things on what looks like a wide, flat, thin book-thing. He'll pause, looking up and saying to no one in particular, "Okay, the heck is that noise? How can anyone *think* with that racket going on?"
Which reminds me: I found a "Which SGA character are you?" quiz-thingum, which gave me some rather interesting results: Rodney came in second as a match, but the top slot went to ...Zelenka. This amuses me more than it should..
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Watch her ignore it completely: the ball is going to keep doing its thing, because little Sophie says so, and little Sophie thinks the man can go to the library if he wants some quiet.
Also maybe if she keeps on doing this he'll just leave. :/
Hahahahaha - do you have the link? :P
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And we give Sophie license to throw the ball at him once her grumpiness reaches critical level.
Ask and ye shall receive!
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We of course expect that he might be sad that he got separated from Jennifer Keller - yet we can't help but throw Phedre at him, given that her gowns and everything else about her is quite alien.
She'll be found in the kitchen, fixing a snack for herself and one of her loved ones - she is wearing an open gown that shows the top of her marque, and her skin, where it is revealed, shows marks of abuse, bruises and scratches. Yet she is humming happily to herself, and seems anything but concerned.
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He might be more than friends with Jennifer Keller by now, but Rodney's still a red-blooded guy with a pulse (and the social skills of a twelve year old), so he might pause in the doorway, goggling a bit at her. Is this lady a visitor from some planet of lovely people with interesting fashion sense (and the typist thinks of the Kushiel-'verse as an alternate Earth, since the geography and ethnic groups are similar)?
"Huh..." he says, astutely. Off to a good start, Doc....
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She has no idea that his reaction has to do with her specifically, and so...
"... are you alright, Messire?"
Actually, Word Of God and the study of the various cultures explored in KT indicate that it would be an alternate Baroque France, had the Romans not invaded it. So she's basically an alternate 17th century woman...
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Perhaps McKay will come upon Jackson's SG-1 coat in the lobby, or perhaps he'll see his colleague wandering in. Perhaps he'll spot the familiar silhouette, or perhaps he'll over hear a grumbling sound.
"I can't believe this is an actual fishbowl," he's muttering to himself. "This is worse than P3X-289."
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He'll eventually find his way to the library, entering and roaming around, staring at the stacks, trying to follow that voice he thought he heard. "Huh, very Masterpiece Theatre in here," he notes. "That Brit with the pipe lurking in one of the chairs? 'Cause right now, it wouldn't surprise me if he was."
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So if he shows up at the library, it's because he's looking for a good book to read, before he locks himself up with coffee, a large bowl of cereal, and something to divert his mind.
He's in the post-modern novel section, picking up Umberto Eco's Foucault Pendulum when he hears the familiar voice.
".... McKay?"
Er..... did you read my tag? Daniel is *not* at the library. Anyway, I'm going to find a way to handle this, but it's not the first time that you actively force me to change the setting I chose. :/ Please be more attentive? Or communicate to me instead of doing this? Something?
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Zhane is actually flitzing around with a pair of communicators, one of which he wants to give to Neville. He used to have prepared such a thing for Iggy, but when Andros left with his zord to try and locate DECA, that became a pretty useless device.
They need to be recalibrated for short range communication - and while he can do it, he's taking his time.
And I'm done spamming you! :P
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"Are you fixing that or assembling it?" he asks, curiously.
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Because MacKay's question made his hand falter, and he hates that.
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