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[rdex]

Ronon was feeling less than spry today. After his bad night with the terminator, and a less than comfortable bed to sleep on, he was feeling downright exhausted. He had almost wanted to avoid the Compound all together in case that terminator guy and that weird cat thing were roaming around again, but hunger, for the most part, won out. As it

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[jill_langston]

From her place at the kitchen table, her laptop open in front of her, Jill watched the man come into the kitchen, watched him with the refrigerator and the pitcher of juice, watched his entire show, whether it was a real show or not. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but for the moment, she just watched over the top of her computer, her fingers falling still on the keys.

[rdex]

Ronon had just been watching, sizing a few people up, wondering if some of them were also terminators or robots or weird things like that when he felt a pair of eyes on him in the not so distant distance. He glanced over, meeting the gaze, only to find out it was a woman hiding behind a laptop. Kind of reminded him of Mckay, except Mckay would probably be making a face and chiding Ronon for being uncivilized.

Ronon gave the woman a considering look, and decided she wasn't really a threat so much as.. a woman staring at him. It was kind of weird. He decided to humor in her little stare off, staring right back without so much as a blink.

[jill_langston]

After the bombing, Jill couldn't find it in herself to be intimidated by most men, large or not, although she wasn't sure his stare in return was meant to be intimidating. Still, after a moment, she pushed the top of her computer down slowly and offered a faint smile.

"You're pretty new here, aren't you?" she asked, her hand still on the top of her computer, letting it click shut carefully.

[rdex]

Ronon just looked at the woman, wondering why she was being so friendly. Maybe she was friends with that terminator guy. Ronon kind of doubted it though, she looked too classy to be friends with that sort of person. Robot. Thing.

"Yeah," Ronon decided to say. Which is all he needed to say really, since it was all she asked.

[curiously_cora]

Dropping her catbag onto the table, Coraline grabbed a chair and dragged it across to the refrigerator. She'd certainly grown a lot since she'd been on the Island but she still wasn't quite tall enough to reach the top shelf and that was where they kept everything fun and exciting. Her plot to pilfer the goodies was foiled though by something or rather someone blocking her way. A rather large and tall someone, a man. It was hurting her neck just looking up at him.

Pulling the chair infront of him, Coraline stepped on it and looked at the man who was now, mostly, at eye level with her.

"Hello, you're in my way." Coraline said simply, staring at the man curiously.

[rdex]

Ronon hadn't been looking down so much as he was eying everyone else who was at more or less at eye level, and didn't really notice the girl until she was dragging the chair towards him. He quirked a brow when she climbed up onto the chair and stared at him.

"In your way of what?" Ronon said, staring right back.

[curiously_cora]

"Of me getting food from the fridge, that's the big metal thing behind you where they keep the food." Coraline said, not looking away from the stare. Staring didn't unnerve her so much anymore, button eyes staring did but luckily the big man didn't have buttons for eyes. "You're very tall, are you part giant?"

[rdex]

Ronon just looked at the girl, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Probably." He then made a show of glancing behind him at the fridge before he looked back at her. "What do you need?"

[davor_dandalrei]

Extensive rummaging in the games closet had, once more, failed to produce a basketball. Grumbling a little and feeling a lot foolish, Dave had settled on a big red ball that was probably for kickball. Still, it was small enough to go through the forlorn looking net outside the compound. He'd been at it for more than an hour when he called it quits and made for the kitchen and a tall glass of water.

He saw Ronon when he first crossed the threshold. Ronon wasn't a guy that was easy to miss. Dave arched an eyebrow at him and set the kickball down on a chair before crossing to fill a glass at the tap. He'd downed half of it before he turned to face him.

"You guarding that thing?" he asked after a pause, raising the glass to down the remaining mouthfuls.

[rdex]

"Not really," Ronon replied, having seen Davos approach, but not really knowing what to do about it. It was a bit weird to see him standing and walking on his own, since in Ronon's mind, the guy had always been attached to a horse.

Ronon then cleared his throat and straightened a little, pitcher still clenched in his hand. It was uncomfortable, meeting new people, especially ones he wasn't required to intimidate or kill. Was Ronon supposed to leave? Stay around and 'chat'? Ronon supposed he might as well stay, since the guy had helped him get away from the dinosaurs and all. Not that he knew what to say.

[davor_dandalrei]

Oddly enough, Dave was in the same boat. It was much easier to push people away than it was to reach out. Always had been. It had only been Fionavar that put a change in him, and even so, it wasn't so much. A crack in a great big wall.

Sometimes, a crack is enough.

"Find your friend?" he asked, refilling his glass.

[rdex]

"Uh, yeah," Ronon said, then furrowed his brow as he dipped his head down to take another drink from his pitcher of orange juice. He cleared his throat again. "He was here all this time. In New Atlantis, I mean."

Not exactly the Sheppard he had been looking for, but a Sheppard none the less. Ronon figured that counted for something it at least.

[agent_dean]

Brendan walked into the kitchen, a thoughtful expression on his face and an empty cup of coffee in his hand. He had spent most of the morning in the rec room, reading the book he'd found on the bookshelf, and had lost track of time. It had only been when his stomach had started grumbling that he'd realized he hadn't eaten anything all day. A break definitely seemed in order.

It was kind of annoying though, having to stop in the middle of his work when he was really starting to get on a roll. It was never good to lose momentum. Still, Brendan supposed that if he did eat, he could go back to giving the book his undivided attention. In fact, maybe if he tried really hard, he'd even be able to get home by the end of the day. It was an encouraging thought.

Brendan had just intended to go in, find the easiest and fastest meal he could, and get back out, but he stopped when he recognized the big warrior guy hanging by the fridge. "Ronon," he greeted cheerfully. "Hi."

[rdex]

Ronon blinked a little when saw John- no, Brendan walk into the kitchen. He was still wearing that silly suit, and that was pretty much all the confirmation Ronon needed. Well, that and the ridiculously happy way Brendan had greeted him. John, on the other hand, still had that wary look about him, as if Ronon were going to randomly beat the crap out of him where he stood. Which wasn't true. Ronon would only do it if asked to.

"You," Ronon said, smiling a little as he looked over at Brendan. Brendan may have been an entirely different person, but he still had Sheppard's face. A face Ronon trusted and had a considerable amount of affection for. It was hard not to lighten up around the guy.

[agent_dean]

"Me, Brendan," Brendan confirmed, adding his name just in case Ronon wasn't sure. Brendan set his book down onto the kitchen counter before he lifted himself onto a stool. "It's nice to see you again," he said, "how've you been?"

Brendan reached out and grabbed an orange out of the fruit bowl on the counter. He'd think about more substantial food later, right now he was talking to Ronon.

[rdex]

"Fine," Ronon said, watching as Brendan sat. "I got your letter." Which was mostly scribbled out words and then some drawings, which Ronon appreciated since the drawings made a hell of a lot more sense than the words did. Ronon had since hung it on the wall of his hut. Brendan's drawings were probably as close to Satedan art as he was going to get around here.

[skybot_snd]

It wasn't a very good morning.

His head hurt. The T-1000 suspected it was a lingering effect from his nightly encounter with the walrus man, and the fact that Sarah had remained restless the entire night, clawing at his back and not allowing more than a single consecutive hour of sleep.

He had deposited the jaguar at Charlie's place and spent a considerable amount of time in the compound showers. The subject of Sheppard's hair refused to leave his mind, and once he came across a tube of hair gel, he decided to check for himself whether achieving the effect was physically possible. The substance made his hair spikier and shinier, but not particularly Sheppard-like. However, he did find that its newly acquired form went well with his sunglasses.

The morning went from not very good to neutral with a headache.

When he entered the kitchen, however, the headache instantly threatened to intensify and possibly explode, what with a certain walrus-like person being right there. Apparently attempting to seize control of the fridge. But

[rdex]

Ronon had to pause when he noticed the terminator of all people walking in right then, wearing stupid sunglasses no less. The exhaustion that was working its way throughout Ronon's body suddenly receded, replaced by a sudden spike of adrenaline. He could feel his muscles tense rigidly, his fist threatening to break the handle off the pitcher he was holding.

Ronon glared hard as the terminator passed, wondering if he should just throw the pitcher at his head and leave as soon as possible or just wait it out. Ronon was here first after all, Ronon shouldn't've had to go anywhere.

Ronon was too busy glaring to hear much. Just some bibble the terminator was spouting. Something about coffee. "Don't. Drink. Coffee," Ronon managed to get out, in case the guy was offering. Which Ronon wouldn't take in a hundred million years.

[skybot_snd]

Admittedly, this was precisely the sort of response he'd expected, give or take the odd grunting element.

What would the proper response to that be? He felt like saying 'I have an inexplicable urge to touch Sheppard's hair', which wasn't very relevant to the matter of coffee, but was true, in a way. It wasn't terribly productive, though, and he didn't have the energy to spend into irritation just then.

Eventually, he just shrugged. Shrugging was civilized. At least when it came to walrus-style interaction.

[rdex]

While the perfected death glare was an asset in Ronon's book, it did have its cons however, especially if he did it too hard and too much. Which was often. Especially lately, with the damned terminator stalking him and all. To avoid giving himself a full on headache, Ronon dialed it to down to a medium glare, then grunted, taking another sip from his pitcher of orange juice.

Fine, he could ignore him too. Then they both could get on their merry way without getting into very near altercations involving forks. Still, it wasn't helpful that the Sheppard in his head was going on about getting along and camaraderie and all that. Sheppard was always trying to get along with people. What the hell was wrong with him?