A mighty fine shindig [Closed to Delta Team]

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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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[justdorothygale.livejournal.com]

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."

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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.

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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.

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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."