trans_9 | Meet N' Greet

Ronon stepped into the mess hall, armed with his perpetual frown, and could see that there was a crowd already gathered. He also noticed that everyone also wore that stupid, pulsing, green suit he was forced to wear. He swore he looked stupid in it. Ronon wanted his old clothes back.

Concentrating on the room again, he could see that there were people who just "woke up" like he did and people who have been living in this place. Now I know that nothing's going to suddenly try to kill me here. Where ever the hell here is.

Visibly relaxed, leaned up against a wall, Ronon was content to study the crowd in front of him. Maybe one of his friends might stroll in.

"You look unnaturally chill for being fresh meat."

Well, he's not so chill that Rose can't tell that he's new, but he's waaaay more relaxed that she remembers being at the least.

She crossed her arms over her chest. Her cowl was still on, because she'd just been in the sensoriums making some use of those swords on her back.

"And you are?"

She tilted her head at him curiously.

~~Because he's wallpaper.~~

"Ronon Dex." He figured his military rank didn't need to be known here.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?" he asks. He studies Rose and takes note of her swords. Nice.

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Rose shrugs, smiling like a little. She doesn't miss the glance at her weapons.

"Honestly, yeah. This place is like some horrible cross between the love boat and every gross sci-fi movie ever. Did the pod room offer you a needle full of sedatives too?"

She stuck out a hand.

"I'm Ravager. Or Rose, if you prefer."

Ronon took her hand and shook it. He was impressed by her so far.

"I don't do sedatives. Who was that who offered and where are we?"

Rose tried not to laugh.

"That's Stacy who offered, and Stacy is where you are. Sentient spaceship. Charming isn't she?"

"A sentient ship named Stacy? This ship is alive?" Ronon didn't see that one coming. And 'sentient spaceship' reminded him too well of the Wraith and their Hive construction method, not to mention the tentacles that involves too.

"Did she take all of us?"

"Alive yes, fully functioning is another matter." Rose flipped some of her hair over her shoulder and hopped up to sit on the nearest table, one leg up on the tabletop and folded against her body, the other foot swinging idly.

"We're assuming she took all of us, or the crew that was here before us did. But something nasty went down because a bunch of the areas in here were trashed already when people started waking up from the pods and we can't get access to some other parts of the ship yet. Stacy doesn't tell us much except that we've been 'chosen' and most recently she's kicked a whole bunch of us off the ship to perform some mandatory 'mission' on a planet we've never heard of. Cooperation on pain of tentacle bitchslap. Place is messed up. Food sucks too."

She sighed a little.

"So, what's the world like where you got pulled from?"

Ronon listened carefully whether it was obvious or not.

"What are the missions for?

Last thing I remember it was 2009 on Earth and I was going to sleep. It was Spring in America."

Missions? Sweet. As for the world... Ronon wasn't sure if he should be telling anyone about the stargate and Atlantis on Earth. It was very clear to him that the SGC sill wanted to keep all stargate things related absolutely confidential, and he wasn't about to go breaking that confidentiality. But if she wasn't from Earth, that was a slightly different story.

"Hell if I know. I think they're supposed to be retrieving pods of some kind."

She stopped paying that much attention when she didn't get selected to go.

"2009 on which Earth is the question. Cause, I mean, I'm from Earth too but so are a lot of people here. Different versions of it anyway. Here's a good catch-all question - does your Earth have Superman?"

"Everyone's from different Earths? Like dimensions?" Yes, Ronon did manage to learn something from Dr McKay. "I think Superman was a movie..." but he wasn't too sure about that never having seen of the movies before.

"Yeah, different dimensions is a good way to put it. For some of us anyway. For others Earth did exist and now it's gone, or they've never even heard of it before."

She smirks when he says that about the movie. Watching new people gawp when they saw Superman made flesh on this boat was going to give her no END of entertainment.

"No no, Superman is a MAN. Apparently he's a comic book or a film character in other universes but in the world where I come from he is very VERY real. He's also on this ship."

Ronon raises his eyebrows. This place has fictional characters come to life? He's never heard that happening with different dimensions before. He always assumed that an alternate dimension meant the same people just slightly different. He didn't like that thought. What if he were some fictional character also? He couldn't imagine it.

"This place is weird. Are there many people like that? I mean, people who are uh.. movie characters and not real in other dimensions?"

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Rei might not be one of his friends, but she definitely recognized the look. Passive, maybe a little grumpy. Almost like her.

She'd normally be content to give the man his space, but what must've been Usagi's lingering influence on her told her that he might feel more at ease with some answers. She retreated to the same wall, a few arms'-lengths away, and muttered her cynical observations.

"Welcome to the world's creepiest cafeteria. Glum people, walls with eyes and tentacles, and food to die for---as in, you'd rather die than eat that runny grey mess."

"Thanks." Ronon quickly surveyed the room again before facing her, frown still intact.

"This place... isn't right. Have you been here long?"

"I'm newer than a good chunk of the others, but the ship seems to spit out more and more people each time. It's been forever since I've seen a clock, so...maybe a month? Or two. I tried counting my sleep cycles, but it's easy to get lost."

She frowns and rubs at her forehead. "All I know is that we're being shuttled around the universe on Stacy's whims and she won't hear any objections."

"More and more of us keep coming here?" And we don't get any say in what this thing tells us to do? Great." Only it wasn't great. It was the exact opposite of great.

"Are there rules on this ship?" This ship unnerved him and he didn't want to have to deal with worse... for now. With it's breathing and pulsing and organic walls. He thought Wraith ships were bad in that respect, but this place takes the whole damn cake.

"Exactly. And if we disobey her, we get slapped with Violations. 15 of those lead to Punishment. We don't know what that is, but she makes it sound worse than death." Rei hisses in frustration at the end of that sentence. Sometimes she has half a mind to break some rules, even if it means this horrible Punishment, but the melancholy around here has tempered her anger somewhat.

"These are the rules I know about: Don't attack other crewmates, don't attack the ship, don't go anywhere Stacy tells you not to go, and don't disobey Stacy." The girl doesn't look happy about it at all.

". . ." Ronon didn't like the sounds of those rules one bit. He hated being told what to do like a good little boy. He particularly disagreed with the attacking other crewmates rule too. He sure as hell didn't trust anyone on this ship yet. Who knows what the other crewmates could be planning. There could be a time that calls for attacking your crewmates... like if one of the Wraith or Genii turned up as a crew member.

"You don't like these rules either?" Rei's body language was screaming silent rage.

"Oh, I'm totally thrilled about them. It's not as if I was snatched from my world without my consent, kept in stasis for what might've been forever, and then suddenly thrust into this mess without being given any answers. It makes perfect sense for the ship-who-won't-tell-us-anything to boss us around however she likes. Everything's just great." Her face and tone of voice, of course, sent the opposite message. Rei still wasn't quite sure if badmouthing Stacy was punishable, and she hoped sarcasm might fly over the AI's head.

"We need to find a way off this ship." Ronon replies simply. The more he heard, the more he wants off and find his way back home. There's gotta be a stargate around or something.

"Hasn't anyone tried leaving?"

"One of the subdivisions of the crew is dedicated to finding a way to send us home. Maybe you can join up with them when everyone gets back." Rei's thinking about doing that too. It'd be useful and subverting the unjust authority of her abductor, a double win in her eyes.

"Others have. Let's just say we can't teleport, find an escape pod, or steer the ship. I'm sure you'll hear more about it later." Her eyes dart back and forth to the walls warily, as if expecting Stacy to deck her any moment.

Ronon nods. Sounds like they tried a whole heap of stuff already. "So who do I have to look out for?"

He notices Rei looking back and forth to the walls. "... Uh.. is somebody watching us?" Ronon starts to look at the walls wearily too

"I think the head of that crew's named Jaime. They're looking for anyone with usable skills. I wish I had more than a name to give you, but the crew meetings are packed and it's hard to see anyone for more than a moment."

Rei makes a sweeping gesture at the walls, and then taps the side of her head. 'Stacy is', she attempts to mouth. She's still unsure if Stacy can actively read minds on her own whim.

He obseves Rei for a moment. The ship is watching us? He looks from the walls to the ceiling then back at Rei. Talk about creepy. It was another thing for Ronon to hate about this place. Frowning in his usual manner, he slowly nods indicating that he gets it but doesn't like it.

"Jaime... I'll remember that. How many of us are here?"