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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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[The logical continuation of here. Yep.]

Daniel came awake in varying degrees, with the wariness that came from expecting a hangover, and finding that you weren't actually sure whether it was there or not yet. The last thing he remembered is stopping with the colonel to get beer for him and the guards at the SGC. Something about Jack. Okay, maybe more than something, there had been a lot of complaining from Daniel's end, and a lot of placating from Everett's. Everett coming up with Colonel Assface was a stroke of genius though.

He groaned. Oh yeah, and somewhere in all that he'd tried to pester Everett into accepting a drunken transfer onto his team, because at least Everett listened to him. He hoped he was the only one who remembered that. Daniel buried his face in his hands.

Or he would have. Blearily, he cracked an eye open. There was a silver bracelet, ornate, and not entirely like earth handcuffs, circling his wrist and with it a chain that led...

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...Straight to one (1) still passed-out and snoring Colonel Everett Young.

The chain disappears under the man, but Everett has one linked to his wrist, too. How it got there? No-one knows. But it was there.

And now Daniel had the task of waking up the man sleeping so soundly next to him.

At least they both still had their clothes on.

Daniel tugged at his wrist with something that was suspiciously morbid fascination. That chain led its way down under Everett. He didn't need to get up or turn him over to know where the end was.

Roughly, he shook his shoulder. "Colonel!" Daniel hissed urgently. "Wake up. There's a problem."

Everett jerks awake with a snort, sitting up quickly and blinking. He instantly regrets that motion, moving up to hold his head...

...When the chain, connected to an identical bracelet, pulls taut.

"...What the...?"

That move was enough to take Daniel off balance. He fell clumsily against the colonel's shoulder, and it was only some tiny scrap of luck that Daniel hadn't ended up tugged into his lap.

The archaeologist sat back. Daniel tugged at his wrist, holding it back against his chest. "My thoughts exactly." He turned his wrist over, and murmured, "Odd, this doesn't look anything at all like a standard handcuff."

Everett brings his other hand, his free hand, up to rub at his eyes. "Yeah? What's that mean?" He mumbles, thickly. He's still waking up, fighting through his hangover, not moving and letting Daniel pull and extend his arm out as the doctor holds his own against his chest.

"Where are we, anyway?"

Daniel's smile was a strained one. "It means that I don't think it'll be easy as finding a key lying around or getting someone to saw it off. It looks alien."

Confident that he wasn't in danger of going into a sprawl all over the colonel, Daniel looked around. Well, at least there was this much. He'd recognize the artifacts and books even in the dark. "My place. I just can't figure out how the handcuffs got involved."

"You got any asprin? I'll be able to think better when my brain isn't at DEFCON 5."

Because, seriously. It was like there was an unscheduled incoming wormhole in his head.

Daniel winced at him in sympathy. He'd been pretty drunk himself, but not nearly so much as the colonel. "Yeah, I think so."

He started to scramble to his feet.

And that movement pulls Everett over. Normally, he was a pretty solid guy, but... yeah. Too much beer. He groans slightly.

"This is going to make things harder."

Daniel stumbled a little. He threw out a hand on the sofa, catching the edge for balance. He wasn't exactly feeling fresh and ready to go either. Maybe he didn't have the hangover Everett did, but he desperately wanted some coffee, breakfast, and a shower.

One of which he'd prefer not to involve Everett in right now. Daniel gave his own wrist a tug, praying that the colonel wasn't going to be deadweight the entire morning.

"No kidding. We should call the SGC, talk to Sam or the labs."

He's forcing himself not to be. Trust him, Daniel. He doesn't want to think he's useless.

"You think this is alien?" It would make sense. Sorta. "How would we get our hands on alien handcuffs?"

"I was asleep, just like you were; I have no idea yet. Anyway...," Daniel started slowly, turning his wrist over, then picking up part of the chain. "I'm not exactly an expert on handcuffs, but I haven't seen anything like it before, have you?

"No." He admits, looking at his own wrist, squinting. "I think there's some writing here..."

He frowns. If it is, he can barely see it, let alone understand it. "Might have a hint."

He's patting his pockets down regardless, just in case there's a key.

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