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[doctor_weir]

"Thank you, Doctor!" Elizabeth calls hastily over her shoulder. Rodney had left ahead of her and she'd been throwing a polite if evasive smile over her shoulder to Dr. Lee.

That's why she didn't see herself walking into Milliways instead of a hallway at Stargate Command.

"At least I won't have to talk about World of Warcraft here..."

[ooc: Plz

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[redsnout]

Raptor Red has found herself in the bar for the first time in a long while, and thus the Utahraptor is sniffing around, investigating the new scents and seeing how many of her own scentmarks still remain.

She's still trying to make sense of the heavy snake scent. That's odd, in her mind.

But the raptor looks up, and pauses. The human is wearing red-and that bears investigation. Raptor Red is hardwired to be attracted to the color; it's the mark of her species, after all. And so she heads towards Elizabeth, but not in an aggressive manner. Instead, her steps are high, as is the carriage of her head, which bobs as she walks. If anything, she's reminiscent of a very large, curious bird.

One with foot-long inner claws on both feet.

[doctor_weir]

One talent that Elizabeth picked up in Atlantis is that her peripheral perception is far better than it used to be.

Even if her friends called it paranoia, she values it as an asset.

Elizabeth turns suddenly when she notices something heading toward her, but when she makes out what it actually is, she doesn't move.

[redsnout]

The thing about not moving? In Jurassic Park, it only worked with the rexes. And in Raptor Red's world, it doesn't fool any dinosaur that's gotten the hang of hunting.

Red continues moving forward, her head cocked to the side as she stops a few feet away from Elizabeth and peers at her-at her shirt, anyway. The color itself is more interesting than the human, at the moment. The raptor snakes her head forward to sniff. "Khhht?"

[doctor_weir]

The thing about Elizabeth is that she's not standing still because of some cogent thought of self preservation.

This is just fear.

Which heightens as the dinosaur sniffs her shirt.

[fiveroundsrapid]

Another man with a pint of his favourite bitter would be lounging at his table, sprawled in a posture of relaxation. Or if not sprawled, then at least sagging comfortably. The Brigadier's posture at his table near the door is markedly rigid, by contrast.

Mind you, he'd insist if asked that he is relaxing.

The important thing is that he looks up and smiles at the sound of a familiar voice. "Ah, Elizabeth," he says. "Welcome back."

[doctor_weir]

There's a smile for the Brigadier, even if she looks far more harried than the last time they spoke.

"Alistair. It's nice to see you -- " Another sort of flustered look at the door, " -- even if it is a bit bizarrely timed. Does it always do that, here?"

Explains why Sheppard never explained this place to her.

[fiveroundsrapid]

"Afraid so. It was supposed to be the door to my quarters this time." He gestures to the free chair at his table. "Sit if you like. You look as if you could use it almost as much as I."

[doctor_weir]

Sitting across from Alistair at his table, Elizabeth continues by adding, "I had just finished discussing World of Warcraft for ten excrutiating minutes with what can only be termed a 'colleague' out of politeness so that myself and a group of friends could gain access to our only way back to Atlantis."

Beat.

"World of Warcraft is a video game."