trans_9 | What is Love? [Valentine's Date Event]

It's shaping up to be another average day on the Transmigration 9. Crew members are going about their business as usual and all is (to most appearances, at least) about as "well" as things ever are on the ship.

Some crew members are going to be stopped out of the blue by impact with a force field.

"Attention Crewmen: You have been chosen to participate in an experiment!" GLaDOS's voice informs. They're not alone, someone else that was nearby is also caught within the same narrow radius. "Participation is mandatory. Please try to relax and enjoy the experience, as this will improve the quality of the test results."

Clearly this is going to be a wonderful day for science.

"You and your new scientific partner are now on a date," GLaDOS goes on. "As it would be detrimental to our study of the date experience if you were to be separated, you must remain close to your partner for the duration of the experiment. This will be enforced with the Transmigration 9 Crewman Containment Field. Prolonged exposure to the Transmigration 9 Crewman Containment Field may have unexpected side-effects. While any side-effects encountered will be documented and your desire to offer yourself to science is commendable, it is not a necessary part of this experiment."

"You will be informed when the test has been completed. We would like to thank you in advance for your full cooperation in the experiment and failure to attempt to foil it in any way."

"The experiment has begun, so you may begin dating."

[OOC: The exact details of your characters' confinement are up to players' discretion. Being trapped in a sensorium or other stationary place is a possibility, as is being stuck in a sort of roving invisible force field hamster ball that only affects the two of you. How far partners can move apart is probably subject to whatever's fun but they ideally shouldn't be able to sit on opposite sides of a room ignoring one another the whole time.

ICly the "test" lasts for a few hours and you are free to godmode GLaDOS telling them the experiment is finished.

If you would like a few tags from GLaDOS herself in your thread, ping me on this account or plurk or AIM or whatever is most convenient for you. :)]

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Kang cursed in Nerakese, glaring up at the ceiling, "Surprised it took her this long to nab me for something. Of course I'm not lucky enough to avoid her completely."

His tail lashed and his wings rustled, and he looked over at Carson with scowl, "I don't care what the AI bitch says, this is not a date. I have a mate."

And Carson has been pacing the walls looking for some way out. Nope. Completely locked in...

He looks back to Kang and throws his hands up. "Trust me, I wouldn't dare think that this is a bloody date. I usually prefer my romantic encounters to be human."

A pause there... "No offence meant."

"None taken, trust me. I never had any interest in other races. Or males," Kang said dryly. He wasn't even bothering with trying to find a way out. He'd heard about the mistletoe incident (luckily missing it by days), and knew escape was near impossible. "So what are we going to do to waste time until GLaDOS decides to let us go?"

"..." Carson thinks on this question for a few seconds. "You could tell me how Ronon lasted without shooting the place up."

Ronon had a lot less patience than Carson, and even Carson was finding life on Stacy to be a bit trying.

"By beating up other people in a fashion he could get away with," Kang shrugged, glad that it was one of the more dead hours of the day for the tavern. "We taught a combat training class together for a little bit. I'd be lying if I didn't say it was good stress relief for me, too."

Carson grins. "Aye, that sounds like Ronon. I take it you could get more words out of a brick wall, too?"

Talking about this was a pretty calming thing. Hearing about people from home, despite being so far away from it...

Kang laughed, "I figured out what all his grunts and looks meant pretty quickly. We had an understanding."

"The only people he's ever really had an understanding with is Colonel Sheppard and Teyla, on Atlantis." Carson folds his arms, casually. "I could always tell he was grateful for removing the Wraith tracking device. He never was... intentionally hostile to me."

"He told me a bit about the Wraith. I don't blame him for hating them as much as he did." From Kang's tone of voice, it was obvious he'd dealt with something similar before.

"...Aye. I can imagine he did." Carson doesn't seem too keen on the Wraith topic. "The Wraith are insectoid in origin, too. It seems all the bad guys are some form of insect. It's almost clichéd."

Kang could tell when someone didn't want to discuss something, so he didn't press for more information. "Not so in my experience, but my universe seems to be much, much different from the majority of the ship's."

"Aye, I will admit that we don't have any reptilian species in my universe that are as developed as you." Carson comments. "It's almost as if your universe took a different genetic path from the others."

"No, my race is the result of magic, not evolution. No race on my world, not even the humans, wasn't created by a god, even indirectly." Kang watched Carson carefully. Sometimes humans from Earth had a difficult time dealing with the fact that gods and magic were real.

"That's very interesting..." Carson is a very open-minded person. "Creation by magic. And these gods, do you know where they came from?"

"Not a clue. Don't care to know, either; I'm glad they left," Kang snorted.

"Even on Earth, gods can be seen with some scorn." He pauses. "But our gods were actually evil. Well, most of them, anyway."

And aliens.

Kang frowned, "Most of ours were either good or neutral, but they all liked to meddle, and the good ones didn't like my kind much. Were yours meddlesome too?"

"They weren't until we opened the Stargate and brought their attention to us." He folds his arms. "Our gods aren't actually gods. They're aliens."

Finishing off his drink, Kang leaned back in his chair and tilted his head to one side slightly. "Pretending to be gods, or actually believing themselves to be?"

"...Both." Carson says, frowning. "The Goa'uld suffer from severe megalomania brought on by use of cannibalised revitalisation technology, but some have enough clarity to know what they do."

What is Love? [Valentine's Date Event]

Carson/Kang

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