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bakerstreet2013-04-15 09:02 pm
aesirprince) wrote in bakerstreet2013-04-15 09:02 pm
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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It's sugar sickness. It's a witch curse. I've got medicine for it. I'm fine.
[It had been humiliating to suddenly collapse in front of these strangers after saving their asses from a coven of witches, who they called wraith. Whatever, he had saved them and then dropped. Hansel's pride was still stinging over it.]
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[He motions with the scanner.]
I'm just going to run a few checks, see if it's like the condition on Earth. If it is, there's a medication I can give you that'll help better.
[He pauses.] Can I see a sample of the medicine you're using now?
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It's a curse. A witch fucking force fed me cursed candy.
[He lays his hand protectively over the medicine strapped to his thigh.]
No. It's mine.
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I can see if I can do anything about this curse, but I need you to let me help you.
[He frowns. If it was some advanced form of diabetes, synthesised insulin would be a lot better for him.]
If we just calm down, aye? I can explain what I'm going to do.
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[Hansel suddenly leans closer, trying to get a look in the man's mouth. They didn't check over everyone and the stuff these people have seems a lot like magic.]
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I'm not a witch, no. I may not be able to... cure the curse. But we have more advanced medicines, ones that can help make managing the curse easier.
[Carson has the patience of a saint. Anyone else would have dismissed the "curse" as superstition. Not him. Not aloud, in any case.]
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[He could use a cure. Gretel wouldn't have to worry about him so much and he could stop stabbing himself in the thigh all the time.]
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[Carson remains where he is, he seems to be getting some headway with his patient.]
At the very least, I can see if I can perscribe something that will stop it without making you pass out if you miss a dose?
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[There's no room for argument in his tone. Where he goes, Gretel goes too. If she can't come with he's not going.]
You got a longer lasting medicine?
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[He's sure Dr. Weir won't object.]
We might do. Your body produces this drug, called insulin. Some afflictions cause your body to produce less of it. Insulin helps you absorb sugar, and a lack of it can cause problems like passing out, and further damage.
We've managed to produce insulin injections that can help your body absorb sugar naturally. It may help in your case.
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And this is at your home? Atlantis.
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[The ability to power the Gate back to Earth using the ZPM meant they could open the threshold for Expedition participants a bit more.]