Naa nanana nana na naa, na naa naa - oh shut it. [Open]

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

There was quiet, and then Ronon was unceremoniously flung out of a vent that wasn't there before, before it disappeared again. "... The test is over. Come back," Could be heard before the vent shut itself. Goodness knows how long it's going to take Ronon to get the stupid rolling tests and that stupid song out of his head. What was the point of rolling things up into a ball to make a bigger ball? Not to mention having to do only that got tiring real quick. Ronon hated GLaDOS and never wanted to encounter her again.

Getting up, Ronon surveyed the hallway he was in. He found himself in the hallway leading to the Sensoriums from the Obs Deck. Great! He was starving, but at least he didn't have to wander far to grab a decent bite. And by decent bite he meant Sensorium food. Stretching his arms - hey, rolling sticky balls around for a month is way more tiring than you'd imagine - he made his way to the Sensoriums.

As soon as he got a free room, Ronon set up a cafeteria identical to Atlantis' cafeteria. He then took a tray piled with gloop disguised as meat and a pitcher of water, and sat down at a table outside overlooking the ocean. The sun was setting and a nice cool breeze was blowing. Ronon started digging in, working on relaxing himself. The ambient sound of waves crashing were definitely helping.

(( OOC: Ronon's just come back from hiatus so everyone's memories of him have now returned. Feel free to run into him in the hallway or come and join him at the Sensoriums. It's peaceful in there and he may not seem like it, but he'd love some company. I'm pulling bendy-time for this so Ronon comes back just before the security meeting XD

And just for reference, here's the tune in his head XD I may or may not have been playing this game during my time without internet.

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[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cam was pretty sure he was getting used to the Sensoriums now. He wasn't certain if that was a good thing, but considering the alternative, it...probably was. He wasn't going to get around them, and they were admittedly useful for team meetings, and just...getting away from the ship.

Sometimes the getting away didn't quite work. At least, not in getting away from crew. Such as this time. He recognized Atlantis' architecture immediately, despite the fact that he'd only seen it the one time. It was quite unmistakable. The sight of it triggered a rush of apprehension and, grudgingly, nostalgia. It was never his home, but it was closer than Stacy.

It took a few moments, before he spotted the somewhat familiar form of Ronon. He gave the man a small wave, wandering toward him. "Never considered summoning up a cafeteria. Course, Stargate Command doesn't have the view."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Cam was a welcome sight to Ronon and he stopped to nod at Cam as he came over and moved to make some space at the table. "Grab a plate and come sit down. Eating food in the Sensoriums is a trick I picked up soon after I got here. I figured you would have found out by now."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

It was always good to be a welcome sight. Especially when one wasn't certain where Atlantians stood with those from Stargate Command whilst abducted by a strange alien ship.

He shrugged slightly, wandering over to sit at one of the chairs. "Been pretty wary of it so far."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Why's that?" Asks Ronon in between bites and gulps.

Ronon wasn't on Atlantis or Earth so the SGC's Chain of Command wasn't very important to him. The Chain of Command on this ship seemed shakey at best too. More and more people were appearing and things were messy all around. He figured that he'd be more loyal than not to the others from his world, but they weren't his team mates and nor any of the men and women of the Atlantis base that he knew. They still had to build that trust with him.