bakerstreet | the sga meme

the stargate: atlantis meme

how to play:
- comment with your character, universe, and preferences.
- who are you in the stargate universe? are you part of the air force or the marines who form the core of the stargate program? are you a civilian contractor working in tandem with the military? are you a member of an alien race who has been contacted by the sgc?
- pick a scenario or use RNG to pick for you!
- tag around and be good to each other.

one. OFF WORLD MISSION. are you being sent to foster trade relations with an alien colony on one of the many worlds in the pegasus galaxy? are you on a reconnaissance mission collecting information on the wraith? are you delivering medical supplies to people in need? you choose!
two. SPARRING. perhaps you're just bored. or maybe you're trying to prove something. either way, you're in the gym, pitting yourself against one of your colleagues. is this in the middle of the night? are you shirking other duties that are less appealing? are people placing bets on who will win?
three. SCHEDULED LEAVE. guess what? you get to go home! are you going to spend your leave lounging on your couch watching all eight seasons of supernatural? are you going to use your time off to travel your own planet instead of someone else's? are you bringing someone home to meet the family?
four. MESS HALL. ahh lunch time. the scant hour in the middle of the day when you don't have to worry about work and instead can worry about...whatever that thing is on your plate. maybe you're setting up a date to meet with that hottie from security who's been eying you all week, or maybe you're the type to bring your work to lunch with you. either way, it's time for a break.
five. LEISURE TIME. even soldiers on base get a few hours off each week. do you jog around the city? golf off one of the balconies? draw? sing? meditate? whatever it is you want to do, now's your chance. don't waste your time, you'll be back on duty soon!
six. INFIRMARY. well that wasn't very smart was it. you've gone and landed yourself in the infirmary and it doesn't look like you're going to get out of here any time soon. or maybe you will. how good are you at charming your way past the medical staff?
seven. WRAITH ATTACK. time to grab your guns, because it looks like everyone's worst enemy is on its way. do you even known which end of the gun to hold? better learn fast, because those wraith darts are fast and the last thing anyone wants is to be culled.
eight. WE'RE STILL ALIVE. or the obligatory smut option. yay everyone survived whatever calamity just happened! it's time to celebrate. go grab your special someone and lock yourselves in a transporter or a puddle jumper or, hey, even your own rooms. nobody will blame you for wanting to get down tonight.

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[Hansel takes it as a challenge to explore every inch of the city. He's making his own map as he goes because while these people have been very friendly, he doesn't yet trust them completely. They came from no where with technology that seemed like magic. No, Hansel is still being careful.

Not careful enough this morning though because he crashes into someone while he's adding another hallway to his map. He lands on his ass with a grunt.]

Fuck.

Shit!

[Lydia goes flying, skidding across the floor a little. But it's her tablet that goes furthest, bouncing off the wall and landing face-down. She immediately goes scrambling after it, cursing more and more until she can get it held safely in her hands to check and make sure it's not been damaged.]

My fucking tablet, Jesus. Watch where you're going, this thing is expensive.

Then why the fuck are you looking at it when you're walking?

[He shoves his map in his jacket pocket and glares at her. He remembers her from the team that brought him and Gretel to this place. She had been very rude.]

I didn't think anyone would be up at this hour.

[She pushes her hair out of her face and ends up cradling the tablet to her chest like a baby.]

It's, uh, Hansel. Right? From M1B-336? [She flaps her hand at him.] The planet with all the "witches." [You can practically hear making air quotes there.]

It's called... [He stops because he learned the first time how much it didn't matter if he corrected her or not.] Yeah, it's Hansel. What do you want?

[Yeah, no, Lydia's just going to keep calling it by the grid designation number. She lifts her eyebrows at him and glances around the hall.] Uh, nothing? It's barely 0500, I'm jogging. You know, exercise?

[He still doesn't understand the time system everyone keeps using. It's morning. What the fuck is wrong with morning?] It's not exercise when you're too busy reading.

[She thinks it makes perfect sense. He's the weird one here.] I like to multi-task.

Don't let me stop you.

[He's not going to get moving again until he's confident he's alone.]

[For whatever reason, she feels compelled to stay for a moment longer.] Uh, are you fitting in well here? From what Dr McKay has said, Colonel Sheppard seems to think you and your sister are valuable assets to the team, whatever that means.

It means we're good at killing things. [They had been training the military branch in their fighting techniques. Their witches are a subspecies of Wraith, they think, so their hunting style and information is important.]

Well, no one's doubting that. [She's seen the frankly ridiculous guns he likes to tote around.]

[He used that gun to save her life so she better respect it.] You're the one who asked.

[Guns are so crude. She lifts her eyebrows at him again.] No, I asked if you were fitting in well. That has little to nothing to do with how good you are at killing.

Makes me fit in with the soldiers. There you go.

[She sniffs, lifting her head haughtily. Atlantis is full of child prodigies, so in some respects, Lydia isn't anything special around here, but she never feels less spectacular than when the soldiers are around to roll their eyes at her and disparage her considerable intellect because she has no formal hand-to-hand training. She's not overly fond of the soldiers.] That's wonderful.

Yeah, it's a really fucking fairy tale you've got here. [He scoffs at the words because people have made the joke about him and his sister. He's sick of it.]

[She just lifts her eyebrows at him in a question, but doesn't respond. What?]

[He rolls his eyes.] Mythical city. Hansel and Gretel. It's all fairy tale shit you tell each other.

I never liked fairy tales very much. [She shrugs at him.] I believe they consider annoying you "hazing" and it will eventually cease. That's what I've been told, anyway.

My sister took down the asshole in dreadlocks. They've accepted us pretty fucking well.

She beat Ronon in a fight? [Well, color Lydia impressed. Ronon is difficult, but she likes him anyway, and she knows how hard he is to defeat in combat.] I should pay more attention to the gym.

You've never been there. [At least he's never seen her there. He pays attention to things like that.]

No, I hate the gym. Everyone thinks it's funny to play Beat Up The Scientist, and I don't have time for that.

Beat them up instead.

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