Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.


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[justdorothygale.livejournal.com]

John looks back up at the man, frowning.

"Nope," he replies, swallowing. He holds out a hand across the table. "Commander John Crichton of the International Aeronautics and Space Administration, wormhole devision."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon studies John for a moment which would have seemed like a lot longer than what it was. ..I guess he's telling the truth then. Talk about it not being his day.

"Ronon Dex," comes the simple reply. And with that he leaves John hanging, content with just looking at the man, confused - or frowning.

[justdorothygale.livejournal.com]

John shrugs in a 'fine, whatever' kind of way and turns his attention back to his food. That doesn't mean he's going to stop talking, though.

"Air Force, huh? This Cameron chick your commanding officer or what?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"No." His commanding officer? Pfft. "He looks just like you." Ronon's amused at the thought of Cameron possibly being a girl. But he isn't going to let John know that.

"You know a lot about wormholes?" He's heard McKay throw the term around that many times to have learnt the word! Woohoo Ronon! And since stargate technology is wormhole technology... maybe Crichton can figure a way off this ship and for all of them to get back home. He remembered Shepard telling him about using the ring of the ancestors to travel through time once. He should be able to get back home somehow.

[justdorothygale.livejournal.com]

John laughs a little at that, absently stirring a figure eight into the glop on his tray. Equations swim across his mind's eye, expanding and imploding like tiny stars. His fingertips itch. The figure eight becomes a symbol, then the beginning of a sum.

John pushes his tray out of reach and sits back in his chair, looking up at Dex. Folds his hands under his armpits so Dex can't see that they're shaking.

"Got it in one, champ. One stop shop. Wormholes 'R' Us, all locked away," he taps the middle of his forehead with his index finger, onetwothree, "up here."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

That's good to know. Ronon decides to try his luck.

"Yeah? Ever made one send you through time? Uh, it seems everyone here is from different times and dimensions."

[justdorothygale.livejournal.com]

This is starting to seem a little too familiar. John frowns, leaning back in his chair like he's trying to see Dex from a different angle.

"Look, buddy, it's not that I don't want to be a part of this whole.. cosmic picnic thing you've got goin' on here, but the last time someone asked me that question.. well, let's just say it didn't work out well for me. So forgive me if I'm not exactly jumping at the chance to read you the instruction manual."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon sighs. It was worth a shot anyway. At least one thing's for certain, he's no McKay. McKay would have found their way out already, or be close to it.

"No matter. Just thought I'd ask." Then curiousity snags Ronon. "You travelled across space?"