I haven't yet thought of a good way to include this info, so I'm dumping it here.
Shortly after the fair Will began taking notes on Jon's schedule. Will's done this sort of thing before, so he knows how to surveil and not get caught. When not stalking Jon he worked on a domino-sized version of the time accelerator. A tiny naquata generator powers it.
One of Will's few henchmen* snuck the domino-sized device into Jon's tent. It's attached to his cot or somesuch and well hidden. In this case a henchwoman did the sneaking in exchange for an electric blanket. Will built a solar panel and battery to power it.
As for the device's effect on Jon, I'll leave that up to lost_mckay. I was thinking that it accelerates time 100-fold. So if Jon slept for 8 hours with the device on him, he aged 33 days. I suppose that means his beard, hair, and nails grew, too. Whatever you decide, Jenn. It's also up to you if the effects are permanent. *cackles
( ... )
[Jon] Calling CARTER or Daniel!!!lost_mckayOctober 30 2008, 13:48:09 UTC
Basic training... another word for 'Boot camp', really. Jon had re-upped, as much as one could rejoin the military when he'd never technically been a part of the military---
Ow... Carter, my head!Jon O'Neill really didn't think that hard on many different parts of his odd life, such as it was, and the whole re-joining of the military did bring it to the forefront of his head... many times. Maneuvers were second nature, and while the other recruits were fumbling, Jon was simply regaining his stamina, re-teaching the muscles on what was expected
( ... )
The top edge of the sun had just peeked over the treeline when movement near O'Neill's tent caught Will's eye. One of the flaps peeled back, revealing a confused-looking Jon. Although he couldn't make out any details from 200 feet away, Will hid his smile behind his coffee mug. The kid peered into a small mirror, touching his jaw. (Growth spurt, huh, kid?) Will smirked to himself. (Thanks to the accelerator's naquada-fueled power unit you have *years* of rude awakenings to enjoy
( ... )
It wouldn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone that Sam had spent the night in the lab. Again. Dr. Syence’s experiments notwithstanding, Sam had her own ideas about that black body energy field, and she’d not been able to sleep. Struck by a moment of curiosity, she’d poked at the data crunching she’d done a while back, but not had a chance to thoroughly analyze. So, she’d spent the night data sifting, and looking at some of the preliminary reports Syence had filed on her experiments
( ... )
He probably could have shaved, should have shaved, but if he did, Carter or Daniel, or both, wouldn't believe him. As it was, when was the last time he'd seen Carter? How long had it been?
Pausing at the door, Jon exhaled before turning to go back in for his hat and sunglasses, and then once he found them, was more than ready to meet the day and go in search...
It wasn't more than a dozen steps beyond his tent when he spied the rather familiar form and figure of a certain Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter, and without considering what it could possibly be that would bring her out further afield, he started to call out, the "Car--" on his lips before it died. Oh, for crying out loud. Recruit. 20 goddamned years old. He could feel his back ache in the stress that these public outings always gave him; particularly when it had to do with people who actually knew something
( ... )
Sam’s brows dipped a little in confusion and then curiosity. “No…” she said slowly. Then, she looked at the young man’s mottled beard. “Sgt. Slater slipping with inspections?” she queried, overlooking the slight breach of protocol. It was early enough and it’s not like they were in the midst of the parade ground -- which, come to think of it, was a place Sam tended to avoid about as much as Jack did.
She raised the envelope in her hand. “Got something for you.”
[Jon O'Neill]lost_mckayOctober 30 2008, 20:57:25 UTC
No..
"Well there goes that explanation," the words were out before he could really consider stopping them. Jon frowned at Sam's quip and did what he could to quell any smart-ass retort, but it wasn't easy. "No... he's not. Stop me when this sounds at least vaguely familiar to you, but I went to bed last night..." His hand was rolling ever so slightly in gesture, dark eyes were on the one person who could probably help him the most with this-- "...and woke up looking like an American Werewolf."
Jon was caught a little off guard by the offrance, and his expression turned towards the puzzled, his brows raising in askance... and he reached to take the envelope. "What..."
Jon looked at Ami as she actually put into words one of those little ideas that was eating at the back of his head. Loki was a screwup, and as good as Thor thought he was, maybe something got tripped up? His jaw shifted slightly, his lips pressed together as he nodded in quiet acknowledgement that it wasn't out of the question, at least in his mind
( ... )
But, Sam had no interest in seeing the clone naked. So, she gave a simple nod to Carson. "Get the General," she echoed.
"Oh, he's going to be thrilled..."
"Ye-ah." Sam chuckled.
"Good luck with that."
"Eh. Doctor's orders." She flashed a somewhat smug, or perhaps cocky, grin and gave a jaunty salute. "Not a problem." Bravado at it's finest.
With that, however -- before Jon had time to remove more than just his shirt, she turned and headed from the exam room, off to find the man who would soon be a decidedly grumpy General.
~ Oh, yeah... I'm gonna hear about this one for a loooong time to come...~
A generous portion of Ami's discomfort disapated as Jon undressed and slipped into the hospital gown without a single request -- spoken or implied -- that she leave. It sent a quietly clear statement about their relationship and her reason for being there. Jon's non-chalance toward that admission, however understated, surprised her though Ami tried hard not to allow it to show on her face
( ... )
[NPC - Carson]cbeckett_mdNovember 4 2008, 18:54:32 UTC
As Mary gave the look when she handed him the hospital gown, Carson chuckled softly, "Dinna test her, she will wrestle ye into it. The last guy went down in under 30 seconds. She's a wily one." Of course that earned him a look from Mary, but Carson was used to those
( ... )
"Me?" Ami's voice rose in pitch as surprise colored it. She blushed almost immediately after voicing the question, realizing how naive she was not to have seen it before or expected it. (I'm part of the abhorrence in Jon's former routine from earth and Gamma three
( ... )
Jack, and therefore Jon, had a great deal of respect for what the SGC doctors did. How many times had he been saved by the quick thinking of Dr. Fraiser? And not only him, but his... Jack's team. As a result, the young man on the table wasn't quite as bad a patient as others Dr. Beckett may have had come in contact with. It was simply the comment made regarding fixing things on a genetic level that even Thor had screwed up that gave him something of a surprise
( ... )
[NPC-Carson]cbeckett_mdNovember 6 2008, 14:55:05 UTC
Carson was aware that Jon didn't know near as much about him, as Carson knew about Jon. So in order to try and set Jon at ease a little bit he decided to add, "Genetics are my specialty lad, and we've learned a great deal more since the initial incident. It's been a few years after all. Ye didn't expect us doctors to be sitting on our arse's the whole time, did ye
( ... )
Ami could make so many comments in response to Jon's, but none of them were appropriate for mixed company and all of them would probably have been qualified as "too much information." She might have been more than a little forthcoming with the affection, but Ami knew where to draw the line. She told him as much
( ... )
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Shortly after the fair Will began taking notes on Jon's schedule. Will's done this sort of thing before, so he knows how to surveil and not get caught. When not stalking Jon he worked on a domino-sized version of the time accelerator. A tiny naquata generator powers it.
One of Will's few henchmen* snuck the domino-sized device into Jon's tent. It's attached to his cot or somesuch and well hidden. In this case a henchwoman did the sneaking in exchange for an electric blanket. Will built a solar panel and battery to power it.
As for the device's effect on Jon, I'll leave that up to lost_mckay. I was thinking that it accelerates time 100-fold. So if Jon slept for 8 hours with the device on him, he aged 33 days. I suppose that means his beard, hair, and nails grew, too. Whatever you decide, Jenn. It's also up to you if the effects are permanent. *cackles ( ... )
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Ow... Carter, my head!Jon O'Neill really didn't think that hard on many different parts of his odd life, such as it was, and the whole re-joining of the military did bring it to the forefront of his head... many times. Maneuvers were second nature, and while the other recruits were fumbling, Jon was simply regaining his stamina, re-teaching the muscles on what was expected ( ... )
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Pausing at the door, Jon exhaled before turning to go back in for his hat and sunglasses, and then once he found them, was more than ready to meet the day and go in search...
It wasn't more than a dozen steps beyond his tent when he spied the rather familiar form and figure of a certain Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter, and without considering what it could possibly be that would bring her out further afield, he started to call out, the "Car--" on his lips before it died. Oh, for crying out loud. Recruit. 20 goddamned years old. He could feel his back ache in the stress that these public outings always gave him; particularly when it had to do with people who actually knew something ( ... )
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Sam’s brows dipped a little in confusion and then curiosity. “No…” she said slowly. Then, she looked at the young man’s mottled beard. “Sgt. Slater slipping with inspections?” she queried, overlooking the slight breach of protocol. It was early enough and it’s not like they were in the midst of the parade ground -- which, come to think of it, was a place Sam tended to avoid about as much as Jack did.
She raised the envelope in her hand. “Got something for you.”
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"Well there goes that explanation," the words were out before he could really consider stopping them. Jon frowned at Sam's quip and did what he could to quell any smart-ass retort, but it wasn't easy. "No... he's not. Stop me when this sounds at least vaguely familiar to you, but I went to bed last night..." His hand was rolling ever so slightly in gesture, dark eyes were on the one person who could probably help him the most with this-- "...and woke up looking like an American Werewolf."
Jon was caught a little off guard by the offrance, and his expression turned towards the puzzled, his brows raising in askance... and he reached to take the envelope. "What..."
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But, Sam had no interest in seeing the clone naked. So, she gave a simple nod to Carson. "Get the General," she echoed.
"Oh, he's going to be thrilled..."
"Ye-ah." Sam chuckled.
"Good luck with that."
"Eh. Doctor's orders." She flashed a somewhat smug, or perhaps cocky, grin and gave a jaunty salute. "Not a problem." Bravado at it's finest.
With that, however -- before Jon had time to remove more than just his shirt, she turned and headed from the exam room, off to find the man who would soon be a decidedly grumpy General.
~ Oh, yeah... I'm gonna hear about this one for a loooong time to come...~
Jack's I-told-you-so's could be so tedious...
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