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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Most of the military personnel, particularily the ones from the Air Force, didn't object to civilians around. And, for the most part, Doc didn't either. Ones like Dr. McKay, Dr. Zelenka, and Dr. Beckett were fine. You needed civilians when exploring new terretories. Strongarming into foreign terretory rarely went smoothly.

...But why did they need a consultant? It made no sense.

Either way, Doc was supposed to perform this guys medical... It didn't say for him to be happy about it.]

Take a seat.

[Sherlock glanced around before he took a seat and he focused his attention on the doctor. He didn't mind doctors in general but it was clear this one already didn't like him. Probably because Sherlock was his usual charming self.]

In the interest of full disclosure I have a history of drug use and if you try to give me any narcotics I will most likely break your nose.

[He liked to tell strangers his history to see how they reacted. It was a game to him.]

[Doc has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that.]

You can try. [Then tacked on at the end, carelessly.] Sir.

[Doc turns and looks, somewhat exasperatedly, at the Ancient technology, selecting a medical scanner.]

Have you had the gene therapy? [The ATA gene therapy, developed by Dr. Carson Beckett gave someone the Ancient Technology Activation gene used to power most of the equipment on Atlantis. There was a 51% chance the therapy would not take, however, and the therapy was mandated for all Expedition personnel.]

I didn't need it. Apparently, I was born with it. I'm sure my father's very proud.

[It was the only reason everyone was tolerating Sherlock's presence. He carried the gene and was special.]

Isn't it all there in those medical files the government put together? Of course, the government misses the obvious all the time, I wouldn't be surprised if they left it out.

It's my job to ask the questions, sir. It's someone else's to check against the file.

[Doc takes some scans of the man.]

You mentioned prior substance abuse. Are you taking anything now?

Prior substance abuse implies I don't anymore. The track marks you'll find are quite old. I am a recovering junkie.

[His tone implies he's not terribly impressed with the doctor.]

[Well, Doc isn't a doctor, per se. He was a Navy Hospital Corpsman. Most of the other medical staff were off-world, so Doc was the backup.]

So, that's a 'no'...

[He takes a blood kit out.]

I need a blood sample. Hold out your arm, please.

[He's not impressed with Sherlock, either.]

If you have trouble finding a vein, I've had a lot of practice.

[He rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing tattoos and track marks.]

[Doc doesn't reply, managing to find a vein without a problem. The needle goes in, the sample drawn.]

Any extant medical conditions, allergies, or otherwise not mentioned?

None. I'm not keeping any secrets.

[That's a lie. He's got plenty of secrets but none of them are medical.]

[A blitz with the medical scanner shows nothing, and Doc takes a moment of silence, staring at the Ancient lettering scrolling across it.

Damn, he hates using these things.]

[Sherlock leans closely over his shoulder to watch the letters fly buy, cataloging everything as it flies passed.]

[Doc doesn't notice at first, trying his best to decipher it. He knew rudimentary Ancient, but it was still hard.

He looks up and jerks away.]

Jesus. Don't fucking do that.

[Sherlock just leans closer, fascinated.]

If you were more observant you wouldn't be surprised. Pay more attention to your surroundings.

[Scooting his chair a bit away. What the actual hell.]

And if you gave me a minute to translate this, you can get out of here.

[And out of his hair]

Don't worry, I was given a basic guide to Ancient. I'm learning very quickly.

[Sherlock cares nothing for his personal space and only for his own intellectual interests.]

[Doc pauses. It wasn't exactly process to let the patients decode their own scans, but...

He rolls over to a notepad and quickly scraches down the Ancient script, holding it up. He doesn't want this guy over his shoulder.]

Come on, then. What does this say?

[It's a description of the patient's liver.]

[He takes it, taps it with a finger.]

There's nothing wrong with my liver, I don't see why you're talking about it.

[That's getting a re-translation when he has a moment... and space.]

Standard proceedure. Just following the list.

[Blood sample, basic body scan.]

the sga meme

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