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Daniel has been on the ship a while now. Though he's kept far more to himself than he intended. Mostly due to the fact he hasn't... well. He hasn't noticed the passing of time.

He's been very absorbed in his research about anything and everything related to the ship and the universe its cruising through. He had tried to go through all this information in the Media Library... but... well. There is only so long a book worm can go without... books.

Luckily, it didn't take much to translate the media library into holographic projections of books and the computers he's used to. If anything, it made him more content in his research. Not that he expected to find much beyond what was already known. So he decided on a new approach. He got the sensorium to call up old SG-1 mission reports (and in a moment of weakness, the ones that haven't happened for him yet.). That brought him to be sitting in a simulation of a library, at a desk pilled high with books and folders. Some of said folders baring the clear classified mark... not that it mattered much anymore... at least not to him.

He looked over an old report then clicked his recorder on, "The ship does seem to possess virtual reality technology like to that found on P7J-989. Though I've yet find any indication that this is... well... all in our heads. Or if it is... it's far more advanced. But now is hardly the time to get into a debate over what is real and what's not... at least not yet anyway." He clicked it off shortly after.

Still absorbed in his work, he won't notice if anyone else enters. He flipped through some pages of a different file, this one marked for the Atlantis expedition. He clicked his recorder back on, "An interesting note... the organic... ahem.. workings of the ship do bare a resemblance to that of the Wraith. Not.. Not that that is very comforting at all. As much as I would like to know what we're dealing with here... I would hope that this more a case of convergent evolution than any connection to the Wraith. Still... I'm not ruling anything out." He let out a sigh after that note.

"I guess that brings me to the.... Ohm."

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[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron would admit to himself, at least, that he consciously made very little effort to reach out to Dr. Jackson. It was more difficult than he would have expected to see a member of his team...not. As if it wasn't enough that the man barely recognized him, he'd been assigned to a completely different team, following someone else, alongside Cameron's doppelganger. Sometimes, Cam thought it would have been easier if Jackson didn't recognize him at all. He'd spent a year and a half trying to prove himself as more than just 'that one pilot' who'd so valiantly rescued SG-1 at his own expense. Some days, it was a universal (or ship-wide) slap in the face that he'd regressed from friend to groupie.

Generally speaking, all of that was extremely immature, but it was true all the same. Still...even if the archaeologist didn't know him, it was still Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Cameron still trusted the man with his life and the fate of several galaxies. His friendship was invaluable, and Cameron would prove himself to the man again if needed, to get it back. Maybe this time, with his years of experience around SG-1, and without the stigma of replacing the General, it would take less time.

That said, he wasn't actually looking for the good doctor today when he made his way into the Sensorium. He just happened to come across him.

Cameron crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. "Sounds pretty Ohminous, doctor."

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Daniel had set about familiarizing himself with the reports from... from after the time he came from. While aware that if he ever made it back, this knowledge could prove dangerous to the time line... But at the same time he needs to know more about who Cam is, who Dr. Lam is, and well... Ronon.

The bad pun did make him flash a small smile, "Oh, haha... " he shuffles some of the papers and looks up, "The... Ohm, appear to be the looming threat in this... galaxy. There really isn't much on them here." He sighed and looked at the papers collected, "I don't suppose you've heard anything?"

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Cam couldn't have blamed him for reading the reports. If he'd had the opportunity to read reports from the future after he'd finished with all the ones from the past, he would have. Especially in Doctor Jackson's position.

He returned the small smile with a grin. Sometimes what a situation needed was a bad pun. Often enough, when the situation dealt with intergalactic threats, that was doubly so.

At Jackson's question, however, he simply shrugged. "Jackson, I don't even know who's on this ship, let alone who or what's outside it." He frowned slightly. "I take it these Ohm are why we're here?"

[days-rations.livejournal.com]

It may call for many bad puns in the future in that case. And that damn grin was infectious. Damn you, Cam. Damn you.

Daniel looked surprised at that admission, "You--You don't?" He shuffled through some of the papers and turned them to Cam, "I--I don't really know if that's everyone but--" he glanced to the paper, "--we do have this." On the said piece of paper it detailed the roster.

"But I admit, that doesn't exactly tell us much," he shrugged, "However! The media library does have information on most of those on-board. I.. uh.." he cleared his throat and tried to say it as delicately as possible, "It.. had some information on that doppelganger of yours."

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Cameron frowned slightly. He still didn't know what to think of the doppelganger. By all accounts, he wasn't a bad guy, but he also wasn't himself. He wasn't even a believable variation of himself, that Cameron had seen. Maybe some more information would explain the situation better.

And yet.

Cameron fidgeted uncomfortably. "I don't really trust the place." He did take the piece of paper with the roster on it, though. It could prove useful.

[goddamnwingman]

"The unit of electricity or as in the alternate spelling of aum?" Really, Dick hadn't meant to overhear, but the last word was just one of those things that pricked his curiosity.

That and he really needed to meet more people who weren't from his world. "Or...well, there's the river in Germany or the moon crater. Am I even close?"

He was Batman's apprentice. He picked up a lot of weird things over the years.

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Suddenly, Daniel was reminded of Carter. He blinked once then turned his head toward the voice. He took a moment to process the offered options and the person suggesting them.

"Well... It's Ohm. O-H-M. But I don't know if that is an official spelling or even what language it originates from. To be honest, your guess is as good as mine," he gestured to his note book, he had taken down much of the information that had been told to him since he arrived.

He stood and looked thoughtful for a moment, "Whatever it is, it seems to be a great threat in this..." he waved a hand vaguely, "...galaxy."

"Uh, anyway!" He held out his hand, "I'm Daniel Jackson, I don't think we met..."

[goddamnwingman]

There were worse people to be compared to, honestly.

Dick ahhed softly and nodded. "Right. I wasn't entirely certain of the spelling on that." And it shouldn't have slipped his mind at all, given he was on the mission to the planet. To be fair, there had been a LOT of processing going on that day, since he'd just woken up. "So, complete and utter lack of information? I hate that."

He took the offered hand with a smile. "Not as such. I'm Nightwing." A pause, then, "Dick Grayson. Sorry. It's not like Stacy hasn't outed my identity anyway, but it's still a little hard to swallow sometimes."

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"Well, it is an odd name for--for anything. It's more like a groan than... than a name," he shock his head. He did manage a small smile, "Or simply 'ohminous'--" complete with finger quotes, "--as Cam put it."

There is a slight flicker of recognition at the name, but not enough to get excited about. He simply nods, "I know what you mean..." he gestures to the piles of 'top secret' folders, "Last eight years of my life suddenly available for all to see."

Daniel returned to his seat, "Anyway... I was hoping I could find something from my universe to help in the understanding of this one."

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"The technology is Wrath-like," Lam said quietly, her fingers brushing over the SG-1 reports that were as familiar as they'd been when she'd first read them. "Although this seems to be a different in design. It's less harsh, I guess you could say."

The corners of her lips inched into a smile.

"Hello Doctor Jackson," she said, her expression wry. "Find anything useful in there?"

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At first, he thought it would be a bad idea to... look into his own future a little. But right now it seems like was a good idea. He smiled to Lam, "That is a good point." He grabbed a pencil and his notebook and added that in his notes.

"Hey... ah. Doctor Lam," he nodded his greeting. Then with her question he let out a small sigh and he stood up, "Not much, I'm afraid... I've been going through mission reports in hopes there was something in there that--that could shed some light on this..." he waved a hand, "Even--even if this isn't the same reality or--or universe... there might be something I can use."

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"I can lend a hand, if you like," she said with a slight smile. "Or two eyes, at the least. You would think we might have picked up some information that we might be able to use in an instance like this." Lam flicked her fingers to indicate their current situation.

"Do we know much about the Ohm at all? I'm afraid I've been stuck in the medical wing trying to figure out how to perform surgery with the tools and...appendages...we have available. It's slow going to say the least, but I'm getting there."

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Daniel smiled, "Sure! I wouldn't mind the company... I've--" he cleared his throat, "I've probably been... keeping to myself more than I should." He gestured for her to have a seat then resumed his own.

"So far? Not much... I mean, I have are bits and pieces... I don't know what it would take or where to look for more."

He nodded sympathetically about the medical wing, "At least there hasn't been many injured lately. After I arrived... the teams just got back from being down on a planet. It.. It didn't go so well for some of them."

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Adam, being the quiet teen he was, had snuck in for a bit. He hadn't meant to intrude, really, and the sight of all the books intrigued him. The man was obviously distracted and Adam didn't really try to be quiet but he didn't try to make noise either. His clothes had changed to his normal casual clothes (black of course) but he was barefoot. Once inside and in the pile of books, he couldn't resist.

He picked one up and sat down. It was of Ancient Egypt (one of his favorite civilizations). What was that doing here in a military office place? That's what this place looked like, anyway. He shook his head and opened it, and was surprised to find notes in them as well.

Well, someone certainly liked using a highlighter. "Wow..." He whispered.

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Daniel continued his note taking and general talking to himself. That is, until he heard a 'wow' come up behind him. He didn't really startle but he did turn in his seat quickly. He adjusted his glasses, "Oh... hello. I.. didn't--didn't hear you come in."

He tilted his head slightly, he recognized the book. One of his books. Specifically. Right down to the overuse of a highlighter. He blinked then pointed, "Okay, now that's just creepy."

He hadn't specifically programed or asked for all of his own books... but it appears the room figured it out on its own.

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Adam blushed slightly in embarrassments and looked apologetic. "I...sorry, I kinda have a tendency to do that. Being quiet when I don't mean to I mean... I just saw the books and had to check 'em out. I didn't think you'd have books on ancient civ. cultures," Adam replied. Then he looked at the book. "What's creepy? The book or me finding it?"

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Daniel raised a hand, "No, no, it's all right. I'm--I'm actually kind of used to it." He clears his throat and points to the book, "The book actually. I... I don't remember telling this place to--" he gets up and comes over to look over the book himself, "Recreate it in such detail..."

[governmentninja]

"Find out anything interesting about them?" Not that Leon had been listening in intentionally. He'd only arrived a few moments ago.

"Or anything at all?"

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"Other than they are a looming threat to this reality? Not really," even if Leon was eves dropping, Daniel is used to it. He always kept his office door open back home.

"I have a few theories... nothing good though," he frowns slightly, "I did find some of our current crew's mission logs... The thought that something may have compromised this ship that isn't Stacy's creators is very unsettling to say the least."

[governmentninja]

"People creating a ship this huge and giving it the ability to kidnap us and hold us in stasis for who knows how long isn't very settling either," Leon pointed out.

"If you read the mission report, then you've probably noted that Stacy let it slip that there's some useful information either about the Ohm, or about whoever is in control of the ship, locked up in these archives somewhere. No ones had any luck finding it yet, though." Leon picked up one of the books that was lying around and started flipping through it.

"Best place to hide a book is in a library, after all."

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Daniel laughed at that, "No, no, it's not. But... would you believe me if I said, worse things have happened to me?"

Daniel nodded, "That's... why I'm here. Though admittedly I do better when I have actual--" he spread his arms, "--books." He let out a sigh, "Though the sheer scope of information held in the database, it's--it's almost mind boggling."

"It would help if I had some idea where to start looking," he glanced at the mission reports, "I thought I'd start with my own universe then work outward into others and into the database."

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Roxie has been watching silently from the doorway for a long minute or two, quiet in that unnerving way children seem to manage when they aren't being much too loud to deal with. Her hands are in two of the (many) pockets of the overlarge denim jacket she's wearing over her plantsuit.

She doesn't say anything, but as she steps forward to listen closer, her leg manages to find the side of a table in just the wrong way, and she lets out a quiet but sharp hiss of momentary pain.

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Daniel's eyes dart up from what he was reading. He blinked a few times, took in the girl's appearance.

"Oh... Hello, there. Are--are you all right?"

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"I'm, ngh, fine," Roxie says, face clenched as she makes a little half-hoppy in-pain motion as reflexive reaction. She hasn't really hurt herself, just smacked a tender part of her leg just the wrong way... which she finds quite simply ridiculous. All the things she's suffered through and this still hurts? The unhappy indignity in her expression is actually kind of funny.

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Daniel took in her apperance again to confirm she was all right, "Oh, okay. Um..." unsure for a moment, and trying not to be amused by her expression, "I'm--I'm Daniel Jackson, I... don't think we've met."