trans_9 | A mighty fine shindig [Closed to Delta Team]

Of all the places on Stacey that Mal could think of holding a team meeting, there were actually very few he felt comfortable doing it at. He'd gotten the list a few days before and had been mulling it over every since trying to decide how to go about doing this. A team wasn't the same as his actual crew, but in a strange way it was. These were people he was going to have to keep their well being in mind no matter what they were doing on the ship- having River and Kaylee both listed was a comfort all in its self.

Mal had considered a few places as soon as he had picked the sensorium as the meeting spot. The Southdown Docks were nice and had a few good bars even if it would be a high distraction for those of not their 'verse. Haven could also be good but, well, that wasn't going to happen because of Book. However when the Captain discovered the rather detailed showing of Serenity that Kaylee had programed, the former Browncoat knew instantly where it was going to be held at.

So he set about sending out the waves to those on his team with detailed maps of how to navigate from the cargo bay to the kitchen/living room/family room on the ship along with a time for them all to be there. He'd wait, of course, and explore his ship. Sit in the pilots seat, play with Wash's dinosaurs that River had insisted on keeping out, and remember.

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River didn't need a map, of course. She floated, unhurried, to her destination, smiling at this illusion that felt so much like home. She was even willing to let herself be fooled, for a while, dancing the familiar catwalks and hallways as if she were truly back where she belonged. The sights and scents and that familiar hum of energy constantly thrumming through the ship, even when she was grounded.

River took her time. But eventually she made her way to the bridge and the familiar form of her Captain. "Ni hao, Captain," she greeted cheerfully.

Ronon had reservations about this team he was in. So far he's met a couple of people, but he still didn't know what his team would be like. He had his serious doubts about it considering what this crew was made up of. Resigned, he made his way to the Sensorium.

As he entered Serenity's dining area he saw two people he met already. One was River and the other was that Mal person he met on that war zone in the Sensoriums. He didn't realise that Mal was his team leader 'til he saw him standing there. He nodded to both River and Mal and took his seat.

"Welcome aboard," the Captain spoke with a slight smirk of a smile. Was it so odd to compare the man to Jayne- though, of course, he seemed to be lacking in the stupid department. "Take a seat and get comfy. Gonna wait on th' others to show up before we start."

Looking toward River the usually stoic man let a warmer smile slip across his face. "Nĭ hăo, mèimei. You find Kaylee yet?"

Daniel made his way to recreation of the ship. It took him longer than normal to meet up with the rest of them. He had to stop and explore a few of the interesting spaces before finally meeting up with the others. He smiled to himself at the sound of Chinese.

Ronon is the only one out of the group he recognizes right away, "Hey, Ronon." His attention then turned to Mal, "You're Captain Mal Reynolds, right? Uh... I'm not sure we met before this but I'm--I'm Daniel Jackson," He extended a hand as he moved to sit down.

He then noticed River, "Um... Hi, there."

Were Ronon as smart as Jayne, Ronon probably wouldn't have lasted long as a runner. Yet a comparison between the two musclemen ain't so odd.

"Dr Jackson," replies Ronon with a nod and a hint of a smile. This was interesting. Ronon always wondered what the archaeologist was like on a mission. The man's had 8 years of experience, he should be able to shoot better than McKay.

"Hello, Ronan." River greets him warmly before answering her Captain, making an amused sound of fond exasperation.

"She's elusive. Probably found Stacy's heart and decided to clear the plaque." That, of course, was her bizarre and slightly creepifying way of saying that Kaylee couldn't stop being a mechanic on any ship she was flying on, even if it was a really weird ship. When Daniel comes in, River greets him too.

"Hello," she says simply, with a smile. She's happy to be back on Serenity, even if it's just an illusion.

Congratulations, Mal, you've been assigned the grouchy, teenage boy--who just happens to be a whiz at mechanics and deciphering alien technology.

He was running late since he was busy actually working--with no Leela to distract him--in the Special Weapons Division on constructing a means to preserve and store the slop in the mess hall so that it could be stockpiled in case of an emergency. It was a project that the grumpy bastard that lived down in the Vatican (Sawyer) had asked Cale to undertake and, after finding out why the guy wanted it, he had agreed.

But when he finally strolled into the living area of Serenity, Cale moved over to one of the empty chairs and threw himself into it, tossing his feet up onto the table.

"Ok, I'm here. Let's get this over with so I can get back to work?" Cale said rather nonchalantly.

Ronon observed the newcomer as he stepped into the the room, sat down and threw his feet on top of the table. He had a feeling that this guy was going to get on his nerves. For some strange reason, the kid reminded him of another snarky scientist he knew. Probably in the way Cale carried himself.

John didn't like the sensoriums. All that artificial reality and tapping into the memory core of the brain -- been there, done that, got the torture scars. Thanks but no thanks, Mr Wizard.

Still, this was a Team Meeting, it said so right there on the screen. After weeks rolling around the squishy hallways with nothing to do except talk to Harvey, he was actually going to get to make a contribution. And, goddamn, that felt good.

Duty trumps mental trauma. Huh, who knew?

Balling up his instinctive dislike of the situation as tight as he could, John strolled onto the ship, whistling 'The Star Spangled Banner' as he navigated the hallways, pausing every so often to examine the layout. Eventually he reached the living area and stood in the doorway, surveying the rest of the team, his fingers drumming on the grip of his pulse pistol.

"Dibs on not being the guy in the red shirt," he said, heading over to drop into the seat next to the one guy he recognised. "Hey, Dex."

Daniel was faintly reminded of the SGC meeting room... but a more homey version. Even if it was an illusion... it is a nice one. His being around Jack too much made him pick at the table as they waited for others to show.

He lifted his head up when Cale sat down, "Back to work? On what? If--If you don't mind me asking?"

Daniel then stared when another person arrived, "Cam?" Daniel had missed the little altercation between John and Cam at the meet. Though this guy's demeanor is a little... different.

Ronon, too, thought it was Cam at first. It was only until Crichton said his name that he realised John wasn't Cameron. He nodded at John in reply then turned to Daniel and said "It's not Mitchell." It would be a lie to say Ronon wasn't still weirded out by the supposed double.

John met Daniel's stare, eyebrows raised. He jabbed a thumb towards his chest.

"Yeah, me John." He eyeballed Dex. "Maybe I oughta get a name tag or something."

A mighty fine shindig [Closed to Delta Team]

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