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Colonel Sharp
August 30th, 2005, 02:31 PM
(The Locker rooms contain showers, toilets and lockers for all base personel. The locker rooms are located on sub-level 4 . It will be assumed that the male characters are in the men's locker room and the ladies are in the ladies locker room. (Just in case you had any other ideas...;) Update: There are also bathrooms with (less luxurious) showers on the rooms sublevels (5,6, and 7) )

Sharp walked in and opened his locker, inside were pictures of planes he had flown and some pictures of him and his buddies. He quickly looked away and thought of something else 'It sure is odd all my team are women. The air force has certantly changed over the years..' He quickly changed into mission clothes, tied his boots and put on his vest. He closed his locker and holstered his lucky zat gun into his new outfit. He went to the bathroom and then out to the armory.

August 30th, 2005, 02:39 PM
Sarah walked into the locker room and opened her locker. Upon opening it she saw some pictures of her parents and her fiance. All dead now. Fresh tears sprung at her eyes but she brushed them away.

She grabbed her clothes, got changed and exited pushing the memories to the back of her mind.

((I know the fiance is not on my bio, but i thought i would add it.))

Colonel Sharp
September 11th, 2005, 09:09 AM
Sharp walked in and opened his locker, whew, that mission was interesting, a new ally running from Gerrak (sp?), very cool Sharp thought takeing his mind off things. He undressed, wrapping a towel around himself and went to the showers.

A few minutes later he dried himself and changed into some fresh BDUs. He closed his locker door and went out, thinking about what to do.

September 11th, 2005, 10:34 AM
Sarah walked into the Ladies Locker room and changed into some Base clothes, she put her Zat into her locker and kept her berretta strapped to her leg, she walked out.

((Ive only got it cos this is the Alpha Site and there could be a attack at any second so i need a weapon.))

Ascended Times.2
September 12th, 2005, 05:40 AM
Jim walked into the mens lockers smelling to high heaven of the mission he had just been on. Jeeze, did that planet have a really bad smell or was it just me.. Jim undressed and got into the showers, the Lockers were empty no one was there.

Several minutes later he finished up, grabbed a towel and dryed himself off. He opend his locker and pulled out his spare change of clean cloths. staring at his poster of his lucky paired Zat's he realised how alone he was, he assumed everyone else had pictures of loved ones in their lockers, SOMETHING to be sorry for about back on Earth, but he was alone. No one to care about exept his team.Theres the Alpha site to care about, everyone here can become my new family in a sence, we're the last of the Tau'ri in this galaxy.... He changed into his spare green outfit, reholstered his Zats ((OOC:Only pieces of equipment on him now)) and left the Locker room and headed for the mess.

((OOC:My apologise, i'll correct my lack of term also, Jim doesn't normally think, using an Alien term for Earth....))

<<Leaves Locker room>>

Lt. Colonel Ryu Gaia
September 12th, 2005, 08:00 AM
((So you know, we're not the last humans in that galaxy, just the last of the Tau'Ri. ))

September 12th, 2005, 09:54 AM
((That is such a odd concept.))

Lt. Colonel Ryu Gaia
September 12th, 2005, 12:21 PM
((That is such a odd concept.))
(I know, I've been mulling it over a good bit. It really is confusing... do we turn to another planet of humans and try to restart civilization? Rebuild where we left off on another planet? Or continue operating from the Alpha Site and destroy the evils of the galaxy, and then try to repopulate humanity? It's confusing...

September 12th, 2005, 12:35 PM
((Good point, i mean we dont even have civilians on Alpha Site, so what now? I hope Sharp is reading this. He can answer it.))

Lt. Colonel Ryu Gaia
September 12th, 2005, 12:41 PM
((Good point, i mean we dont even have civilians on Alpha Site, so what now? I hope Sharp is reading this. He can answer it.))
(Civilians? We have civilians. Well... a civilian. Good ol' doc Hanson is a civilian. You know, if the alpha site personel do wind up restarting Earth ure, it's going to be a lot like Sparta...)

September 12th, 2005, 12:47 PM
((Lol, but its still only one civilian. Anyway i wonder whats gonna happen.))

Colonel Sharp
September 12th, 2005, 05:27 PM
(lol, I thought this would come up eventually. And there are civiallians on base such as scientists and linguests and such we just dont have many people playing them! :P Anyway, lets leave the, er, rebuilding civilization stuff alone, Gateworld is a PG forum, and Darren wont let us say @$#* (literally!) lol. So let's just leave the reproduceing alone ;))

September 12th, 2005, 06:05 PM
(lol, I thought this would come up eventually. And there are civiallians on base such as scientists and linguests and such we just dont have many people playing them! :P Anyway, lets leave the, er, rebuilding civilization stuff alone, Gateworld is a PG forum, and Darren wont let us say @$#* (literally!) lol. So let's just leave the reproduceing alone ;))
((Aw, rats. :rolleyes: The AF non-fraternization rules are still in effect, eh? Too bad. After all, WE are supposed to be the "best and brightest". Who better?))
((OK, I'll behave now. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/Jynjyr/smilies/angel.gif At least on this subject. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/Jynjyr/smilies/evil.gif))

Lt. Colonel Ryu Gaia
September 12th, 2005, 06:34 PM
(Truth be told, I think the way around having to repopulate humans on a new planet would be to find that Ancient device that could loop time, and have one of the good doctors find a way to warp it to working on Earth again and have it loop back a much longer time, to before Earth was destroyed, so we can send a message through to have Landry not allow the iris to be opened that one fateful day.)

Colonel Sharp
September 12th, 2005, 06:54 PM
((Aw, rats. :rolleyes: The AF non-fraternization rules are still in effect, eh? Too bad. After all, WE are supposed to be the "best and brightest". Who better?))
((OK, I'll behave now. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/Jynjyr/smilies/angel.gif At least on this subject. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/Jynjyr/smilies/evil.gif))

September 13th, 2005, 12:17 AM
((Do we have to leave the subject alone?? Its such a good one. ;) ))

Ascended Times.2
September 13th, 2005, 12:57 AM
((Do we have to leave the subject alone?? Its such a good one. ;) ))

((OOC:Ooooh, Kinky. Lol :) how about "We will cross that bridge when we come to it"))

September 13th, 2005, 02:59 AM
lol, i'm a civilian, so lets carry on, it's getting good!!! but no naughty stuff, or it's off to solitary confinement for you. Don't forget, the Air Force don't allow work relationships!

September 13th, 2005, 08:27 AM
((Hiya, dont forget Brackets ( (OOC:) ) Lol, good quote.))

September 23rd, 2005, 07:23 PM
((If I remember correctly there is factories around the planet so we have more than just base personel. A child could be born at one of those factory settlements))

September 25th, 2005, 06:59 PM
SG-6, M1, D1, 02.50
Kym stripped off her dirty clothes and tossed them in the basket by the door. Sometime during the mission the 'laundry fairies' would come and the clean clothes would be laying on her bed when she got back.
She quickly showered and washed her hair. One of Grandfather's teachings was that a warrior always goes into battle cleansed in mind and body. The last of the soap washed down the drain on a flood of icy water. Kym clenched her jaw and stood in the flow as long she could. Her own personal ritual.
Shivering and tingling from head to foot, she toweled off and slipped into her clothes.
Slamming her locker closed, she left.

<stop in the Armory, then back to Quarters (level 6, #16)>

September 25th, 2005, 07:29 PM
((the OOC conversation is over))

September 26th, 2005, 03:49 PM
Aec walked into the Men's locker room see it was deserted of all life he just walks to his locker opening it quickly and changes into his mission clothes and glances at the picture of his now dead parents holding back tears. Finnaly grabbing his lucky lacross ball holding it in his hands for a second and then put it back. He then closes his locker and head off in the direction of the Amory then Control room to get further instuctions from Abby.

(Goes to Armory)

September 26th, 2005, 07:21 PM
Abby walked into the ladies locker room to change into her mission gear. She went over to her locker and changed quickly into her gear, grabbing her bandana last and putting it on..she felt lucky wearing it so she never went on missions without it. After getting dressed, she closed her locker and headed for the Armory.

(to the Armory)

Major Henderson
September 30th, 2005, 01:39 AM
Donna came into the locker room from the infirmary, she went over to her locker and placed her mission folder in her locker, she decided there was enough time for a quick shower before she had to be in the gate room, she undressed grabbed a towel and went into the showers, after about 10mins she got out dried and changed into fresh BDUs, and dried her hair. She grabbed the folder, her jacket and back pack closed her locker and headed out.

(next stop quarters)

Queen Eleta
September 30th, 2005, 01:17 PM
In the womens locker room, Veronica took her time getting dress in her BDU's. It might not have been a good idea to force herself to eat just before going through the gate. She took her gear and decide to lay down for just a few minutes in her quarters before reporting to the gateroom.

((to quarters))

October 1st, 2005, 01:12 AM
Claire popped into the ladies locker room, knowing that for some time she may not be found. That's when she realised lonelness she be facing for some time to come.

It was sad, that all of the Alpha Site, plus few of the earths teams were the only survivers.

She did the only thing she could could do....she cried, for the lives that were lost, for the families of ones who were alive, for the innocent people of earth. Long hard sob that had been waiting to be realised.

October 1st, 2005, 12:16 PM
Anthony sniffed his BDU Jacket. Why did it smell like ketchup? He shrugged and pulled it on. He pulled on his pants and fastened his belt. Maybe he shouldn't be greasing back on so many sweets in the mess hall. He was starting to form a gut. He'd need to work out a little more often, he figured. He struggled into his boots which seemed to have shrunk a bit in the heel, and went into the funner parts of his wardrobe assembly, the vest, packing his backpack, strapping on his holsters and filling his pockets with candy bars for the trip. A little while later, he stared at himself in the full body mirror. He grinned, proud of himself.

"Anthony, you are magnificent."

He rose an eye brow at himself and headed to the armoury.

Colonel Sharp
October 5th, 2005, 04:26 PM
Intercom: "SG-1 to the breifing room..and someone bring a slice of pizza, thats all."

October 5th, 2005, 10:13 PM
Claire grumbled and headed to the briefing room.

October 10th, 2005, 09:47 AM
Sarah walked after a interesting briefing, feet on the table, pizza....

All good things, Sarah smiled at the memory at Zachs face as she changed into mission gear. When fully clothed she walked out of the lockers rooms to get her stuff. -----> Armoury

October 10th, 2005, 12:21 PM
Kim walked into the womens locker room, and sat down. She sighed as she pulled her boots off, stretching her toes a little before standing up again. She undressed, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. After a hot shower had succeed in making herself feel more awake, she dried herself and put fresh clothes on. After drying her hair, she tied it in a loose platt. Grabbing her cap she made her way to the armory....

October 10th, 2005, 02:35 PM
Claire came in with some hand full of the patch pads. Not knowing how long they were going to be staying, she had been given enought to to last just about five days - that is if the wound wasn't going to heavy bleed again. She opened her locker and took out her backpack. She pinned the bag with her knee and opened with her uninjuried hand, she placed the pads in them along with few other personal items.

Placing the bag over her shoulder she headed to the armoury.

November 3rd, 2005, 02:48 PM
Harvey entered the locker room and headed for her locker. She grabbed the largest towel she could find and headed for the sinks. She did her best to clean up while confined to her wheelchair, it was easier said than done. At last after a certain amount of discomfort she called it a day. "Thats gonna have to do" she said to no one in paticular. She really wanted to wash her hair too but that was so not gonna happen today. She certainly felt better than she had earlier anyway. She dried off the parts she had been allowed to get wet and then took her hair out of the intricate plat it had been woven into. She sprayed some stuff to freshen it up and combed it through finally tying it up roughly. She dropped the towel into the laundry bin and headed back to her room.

(OOC - Back to Quarters)

November 9th, 2005, 04:47 PM
< from quarters >

Tyler wheeled into the Locker room, stopped at her locker for her personals' kit and found a shower cubicle. Leaning on the wall, she stripped down and let the warm water run over her. It stung a bit in the scrapes and other injuries as she carefully washed. She sighed as the shampoo and soap rinsed away the remants of the disasterous mission.
Her knees were wobbling by the time she was dried and dressed. Another rumble from her stomach convinced her to let her 'tail' dry naturally and unbraided.
Dropping her clothes and towel in the bin and her kit in the locker, Kym wheeled her way on a new mission. FOOD!

< to Mess Hall >

November 20th, 2005, 08:28 PM
*Richardson entered the Locker Room and found it empty.*


*When they were done with him in the Infirmary, they gave him a laundry duffel bag with his room number on it (Room 25 Sub-Level 6) to put all his dirty cloths in, and a set of summer sweats.

After Col. Richardson made sure the locker room was empty he then got undress, placed his dirty cloths in the duffel bag, and put the duffel bag in the laundry basket. Jason then put his backpack with his summer sweats in an empty locker.

Richardson then got into the shower and turned the hot water on, not brothering with the cold water.

If anyone looked at Col. Richardson, they would see he was of hispanic desent. However he didn't know a lick of Spanish. He was born in the USA and has always thought of himself more as an American than anything else. His parents try to instill some heritage in him, but he would have none of it from his parents. Jason was an only child and it broke his parent's hearts when he mostly shun them. While the other kids was going to parties and dating, he was studying. You see, Jason wanted to be a pilot and he wanted to go into the Air Force. When he got his four year degree, he had earn his Air Force commission.

Jason let the water flow around him. As the hot water sooth his skin, he took a bar of soap and moved it around his body. Richardson thought about his life. He was 45, unmarried, and had no kids. With his parents long dead, he really had no ties to Earth.

What really pissed him off was that after he help save it from Anubis, Earth is destroyed while he was away. Also, he needs to find out what happen to Foxtrot Base...

Finishing his shower, he got dress in his summer sweats, grabed his packback, and headed for his room.*

November 22nd, 2005, 08:00 AM
<< from Quarters >>

Jaime half-blindly turned on the water and showered, still in a sleepy haze. She blearily regarded herself in the steam-clouded mirror, frowning at the colored streaks in her towel-dried hair; the purple was fading. Darn. What am I going to do for color now? If I don't do something it's going to be pink soon, and that is just NOT cool.

Slipping into a clean set of blue BDUs (requisite black t-shirt and non-standard Doc Marten boots, of course), she ran a hand thru her hair and made her way to the Mess hall.

<< to the Mess >>

White Knight
November 29th, 2005, 04:41 PM
Marshall walked briskly into the locker room and headed straight for him own. He was pumped; working out was something he enjoyed.
He very quickly stripped down to his underwear, put on a sleeveless shirt and tracksuit pants and grabbed a pair of boxing gloves. He was a mean boxer, reigning supreme in college boxing tournaments but usually never having a non-sporting need for such skills.
'Sides, I need to get myself up to scratch, he thought. Since his posting to the Alpha Site years ago, Marshall had started to let himself go - just a little. He had noticed the bit of flab on his belly, diminished stamina, and several other indicators that he needed to get back in shape. Especially if he was getting assigned to one of the new Alpha Site.
Stretching out some forearm muscles as he walked, Marshall headed out the door.

<<to the Gym>>

Ascended Times.2
December 4th, 2005, 09:25 PM
Jim walked in, he had passed a few people who had given him questioning looks, but had generally dismissed it.

Jim walked into the male lockers, and looked around, he found his lockers and pulled out a clean set of clothes. The entire place was empty, not a sole to be found.

Jim began to mumble to himself. "Well, that was one hell of a [email protected]#*ed up mission, I lost my entire team....Heh...and I have to fill out the report..."
Jim had decided he'd have a shower, he began to walk over to them, a towel in hand.

He had taken off his boots and pants, he was taking off his shirt now. "Phe...God...I'm such a terrible person...No going off world for me for a good long while, not until I have my team filled again."

Jim had turned on the hot water and was having his shower. "Why'd he have to go and do that.....Winters....Nash, I told him not do that, I told him to fall back...and Seph, hey....what happened to Seph!?"

Jim had just reliaed he had forgotten completely about him, how stupid could he be?!

Jim turned off the shower, dryed himself quickly and put on his new set of cothes, he then sprinted towards the infirmary.

<To infirmary>

December 5th, 2005, 03:20 PM
Harvey arrived at the ladies locker room and went to her locker, removing two fresh towels she made her way to the bath and was relieved to find it free. She turned on the tapps and added her potions to the water, and started to undress. She untide her her and comed it through, then layed out her toiletries on the side of the bath before climbig in. She lay in the hot water relaxing and letting the days troubles soak away. Finally after a while the water began to get cold so she added fresh and washed her hair. Then after a quick wash she drained the bath and rinsed her self off. She wrapped the smaller of the two towels around her hair and the other around her body, and rinsed out the bath. Grabbing her clothes and toiletries she headed back to her locker. The dirty clothes were placed in the laundry bag with her name on and she dried of and dressed in fresh BDUs. Just leaving her hair she quickly towel dried it and roughly put it up before heading back to her room.

(OOC - Back to quarters)

December 8th, 2005, 12:57 AM
((from Gym))

Jen entered the empty women's locker room and turned the water to very hot as she showered from the workout earlier. She scrubbed sweat and grime off, took shampoo to her hair and couldn't stop a small mental twinge as she felt the old wound. Well, not so old, but it had to be the ugliest scar Jen had ever found, had, or seen. 'How many times did Paul ask about it after I returned from being MIA? Dozens? I couldn't tell him squat except for the official version that it was a tribal torture method that psychologically threatened paralysis. I know he didn't buy it, thing about lawyers, too darned smart. They don't buy lies.' Jen stepped out, drying with a towel before scavenging BDU's. Feeling clean now, Jen went to feed.

((to Mess Hall))

Lord Zedd
December 8th, 2005, 03:07 AM
((from Inifrmary))

Lt. Reggers entered the men's locker room and turned on the water. Meanwhile he was showering he was thinking about Earth and the people he lost.

Major Henderson
December 9th, 2005, 11:17 AM
Donna walked into the locker room and over to her locker then realising that she still had her weapons probably should have went to the armoury first...oh wellshe opened her locker. Donna uncliped all her weapons putting them in the locker and then took her backpack off, releaved to finaly be able to take it off. She grabbed what she needed undressed and headed to the showers.....after a very long and needed shower she dried up and then changed into a fresh base uniform. She dried her hair and then tied it back. Taking the weapons from her locker and removing the C-4 and grenades from the vest pocket she thought she would keep her zat with her so clipped the holster back on. She picked up her bag which she remembered she put more weapons in their when supplies were sent through. Making sure she had everything then headed out towards the armoury.

December 10th, 2005, 01:57 PM
Harry stepped into the locker room and took nice long shower. He needed that shower after all he had been through. Harry had almost been killed today, and he really did not want to go through that type of experince again. Harry finished his shower and put a towel around his waist. He then walked over to his locker and grabbed a jumpsuit and got into it. Harry decided to wander the base and see if anything caught his attention.

<<Wandering base so I could show up anywhere.>>

December 10th, 2005, 02:18 PM
"SG-4 to the Science Lab 1, SG-4 to Science Lab 1."Says Dr. Lanstar over the intercom then he adds, "all Stargate team scientists to science Lab 1 if interested"

December 12th, 2005, 10:30 PM
<<from infirmary>>

Ka'te was glad to find that everyone was either busy with the Alarius, or breaking in a new scientist/Marine as she entered the women's locker room. She usually loved communication, but at this point she didn't care if she didn't see anyone else fore a few days even. Having boxed, dug a fire pit, and chased a reckless George around the base in one day, she was eager for a good, long shower. Rummaging in a storage closet, she found a new bottle of shampoo and headed for the shower with it.

Ascended Times.2
December 19th, 2005, 03:48 AM
<<From Gym>>

Jim walked into the Male locker rom, it was deserted, he grabbed a quick shower, put on a new change of clothes and then headed to the lounge.

'Maybe some DVD's will help cheer me up.'

<<To Lounge>>

Colonel Sharp
December 23rd, 2005, 10:06 PM
Sharp walked in, and did the usual shower routine. Whew was that a mission..

After he got some new clothes on, he glanced at the calander in his locker, then at his watch. 'Wow, Christmas is in two days... I wonder if the general knows..'

(off to his office)

December 24th, 2005, 02:58 PM
<< from Quarters >>

Kym came in, went to her locker and shed her dirty clothes. Taking her bag of soap and shampoo, she found a corner shower stall. The hot water felt wonderful as it pounded onto her back. I should have done this last night.
Thirty minutes later, Kym finally shut off the water. Wrapped in a towel, she squeezed her braid into another towel.
"0830, just enough time to grab some fruit for breakfast." She got dressed, slammed her locker, tossed the clothes and towels in the bin and headed to the Mess.

<< to Mess Hall >>

Colonel Sharp
December 26th, 2005, 09:22 AM
*Spaker* "Hey, this is Colonel Sharp, quick announcement; as some of you might have, or might not have noticed, today is Christmas! There will be a party at eighteen hundered, I hope to see you all there." (It's about 1300 right now lets say)

December 26th, 2005, 05:02 PM
Harvey stood infront of her locker and stripped down, placing her dirty clothes in the empty laundry bag with her name on, a freshly laundered uniform was also there along with some other clean clothes. She grabbed her toiletries and two towels from the rack in the corner of the room. Standing in the shower she turned it to full power and set the heat to high, enjoying the massage it gave her muscles after the run. She quickly washed her self including her hair before swithching the shower back off and getting out and drying off. Toiletries back in her locker and all dry except for her damp hair she slipped on some clean track bottems and a Tshirt, and headed back to her room.

(OOC - back to quarters)

Major Henderson
December 29th, 2005, 07:05 AM
Donna came back onto the base and went striaght to the locker rooms to get a shower. She entered the locker rooms and went over and opened her locker placing her ball in the locker she took out what she needed undressed and went into the showers, after a quick shower she came out and dried off and changed into base uniform then dried her hair and tied it back. Taking the ball from the locker then left for her quarters.

December 29th, 2005, 11:08 AM
As George walked to the Locker room to clean up, he saw Julie ( Dr. Steele) Headin gout of the womens. He walked in, brushed his teeth, shaved and then got in the shower. He got out and headed to his room.

December 29th, 2005, 04:00 PM
James walks into the Male locker room, and walks over to his locker. He puts all his weapons in his locker and takes off his dirsty uniform. He walks over to a shower and turns it on. He washes himself, and then turns the shower off and dries himself. He then goes to his locker and puts on a clean base uniform, and takes his weapons back to the Armory

<To Armory>

January 17th, 2006, 11:51 AM
<<from hangar>>

MacDoreign inspected her staff wound as she got ready to take a shower. A large portion of her side was bright red with some blistering. But, the burn wasn't deep and it looked like she would be able to just get a salve for the pain from the infirmary with no trouble. That was good news, because in her experience being a doctor apparently implied some sort of prerequisite that the person be a minor sadist as well. Major sadists usually became dentists.

'The nice thing about combat,' she decided, 'is that no one ever shoots you in the teeth.'

January 22nd, 2006, 05:00 PM
<< from Hangar Bay >>

Kym trudged into the locker room and over to her locker. She popped it open and stared blankly at the contents. I don't have any clean clothes down here. She knew that if she went to her quarters she would pass out and try to sleep for days. Slowly she stripped off the filthy BDU's. She examined the gash in the side of her vest. Gaius certainly tried. I guess I have to make another new one.
Taking her kit, Kym entered the shower area. The hot water stung like crazy on her cuts and scrapes. She soaped and rinsed 3 times before she felt clean. Finally, she shut off the water and gingerly dabbed herself dry. She hurt in places that she didn't know she had places.
The gap in her memory was more worrisome than her physical well-being. She remembered the F-302 exploding above her and nothing else until Gaius was trying to treat her cuts. Something to talk to the Doc about.
Wishing that the towels were bigger, Kym scampered, as much as she could scamper, down 2 levels to her own quarters.

<< to Quarters >>

Tracy Jane
January 24th, 2006, 12:24 PM
>>>from infirmary

Kate padded into the locker room in her soft shoes. She had just realised that she had forgotten to get changed into her uniform, and was still wearing her slouchy clothes. She shook her head, there was too much going on right now for her to remember tiny things like clothing.

She opened her locker and pulled out her towel and bath stuff, then stripped down and walked over to the showers.

Kate turned on the steaming hot water, and propped herself up against the warm tiles. The aches in her muscles began to subside and the stress of the past day or so began to fade. She poured a little shampoo into her hand and massaged it carefully into her long hair, lathering the strands into a stiff, soapy mass.

A little shower gel on her sponge sufficed, as she ran in over her body, over the various cuts and scars she had gained in battle. The scar on the back of her neck was no different as far as she was concerned. She moved the sponge over her lower abdomen, tracing the line of a faint scar, the scar of the caesarean she had been forced to have with her youngest daughters. So many scars, so many memories.

She rinsed herself off, careful to remove all the shampoo from her long, hair before running a comb through it. She then ran a touch of conditioner through it, which she left in whilst she shaved.

Just a couple of months ago, she mused, she wouldn't have hesitated to use the blade to cause harm and damage. She had felt she deserved it. Funny. But despite the setbacks of today, Kate realised that she'd come a long way since then, that as much as she loved her girls, they were part of the past.

Kate sighed as she finished the essential maintenance work and then set about rinsing her hair. She took her time over this, finding the massage of her scalp highly relaxing.

She turned off the water and grabbed her towel, patting herself dry and vigourously rubbing her hair. Then she wrapped it tightly around her, grabbed her shower things and made her way back to her locker.

She sprayed on her deodorant and pulled on a fresh set of regulation underwear. She always smiled at how the military could control everything, right down to your pants. But, then again, it was her type of underwear: simple black shorts and a sports bra. Over it she pulled a t-shirt and green combats, with a fatigue shirt, unbuttoned over the top.

She looked in the small mirror inside her locker. It had been a present from the girls one mothers day. They had made the glittery, mosaiced frame themselves. Kate pulled a paddle brush through her deep brown hairand swiftly plaited it into two long braids, one either side.

She paused to look at the photos inside her locker. One of each of her little girls, and one of the family together, as it used to be.

She shut the door and pulled on her socks and boots, then sighed and headed off to find some food.


January 30th, 2006, 03:02 PM
Arriving at the shower room, Harvey quickly stripped down and grabbed her wash kit. She stood under the shower for a good few minutes realising just how tired she was, she decided to clean up quickly and get up to the commissary for a good strong coffee. The longest bit of her routine was the washing of her hair as there was so much of it the usual maybe I should get it cut thoughts ran through her head, before she quickly dissmissed them.

She stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off, putting on clean pants and a plain black T-Shirt, she took out her spare pair of boots and laced them up tucking up her trousers. She stood and did her belt up before tending to her towel wrapped hair, taking it down she rubbed it dry the best she could before combing it through. Finally grabbing a spare hair band she scrapped it back and tied it up neatly in a twist style knot, combing back the stragling hairs.

Placing her dirty stuff in a bag and leaving it to one side she closed and locked her locker and headed to the commissary.

January 30th, 2006, 11:57 PM
Sarah arrived at the Locker rooms and headed over to her locker. She discarded her Zat inside it. Walking over to the shower she stripped and stepped in.

The hot water washed over her in waves and let her think about what had happened. She turend the shower off and stpped out. She changed into her BDUs and went in search of some food.


February 3rd, 2006, 08:23 PM
Claire walked in after her talk with Ashwood, all she wanted was to freshen up ahd take a long nap. She threw her finished bottle of coke, into the bin then grabed a towel and when to her locker.

Taking freash pair of BDU's, she went for her shower. Twenty mintues later she came out of the shower, changed and feeling sleepy.

After placeing her soiled clothes in the wash, she went to her room for much needed sleep.

February 8th, 2006, 12:49 PM
<<from quarters>>
Richard sleepily walked in to the locker rooms stripped and, after a quick shower, got on some fresh bdu's and headed to the commisary for some much needed caffeine.
<<to the commisary/mess hall>>

Major Henderson
February 10th, 2006, 05:28 PM
Donna walked in and straight over to her locker opening it, she still had her flight gear on, taking what she needed out of her locker she undressed and went to the showers. After a good 20 minuets in the showers she came out and dried and then changed into fresh uniform, and then started drying her hair when she was done she tied it back. Closed her locker and headed for her room

February 11th, 2006, 05:41 AM
<< from Quarters >>

Tyler stood looking at the area in front of her locker, confused. I know I left them here. In her mind's eye she could see them, laying on their sides with the laces spread out like tendrils.
"Granted, they were in the way but, who would take my boots?" She mumbled to herself as she started searching, "I'm sorry I abandoned you. Come out, come out wherever you are."
Then she saw them, standing neatly in the corner. And, even better, some un-named boot fairy was so kind to clean and polish them. Kym checked to make sure they were her boots, they looked better than they ever had for her. "Cool. I wonder if I should leave a saucer of milk out."
Stashing her mocassins in the locker, she laced up her boots and headed for the Mess Hall.

<< to Mess Hall >>

February 11th, 2006, 01:04 PM
Ka'te had finished her shower and was on her way back to her room to drop off her things and get suited up again, when an SF stopped her.

"Lieutenant MacDoreign, Captain Stevens wants you to report to the briefing room."

"Thank you, Sergeant," MacDoreign replied. She ran the rest of the way to her quarters.

<<to briefing room>>

February 13th, 2006, 08:51 AM
<< from Outdoors, via Quarters >>

Jaime hummed to herself as she stepped into the ladies' locker room. She'd swung by her quarters and picked up a change of clothes. Blue BDU's and a fitted black t-shirt; not strictly regs, but then, being a civilian had allowed her certain "luxuries", like non-regulation underwear. She was well aware of the limitations of the rest of the base personnel, though, and was careful to not push the envelope. The majority of her trousseau was utilitarian and plain- mostly white, boy-short style bottoms and basic bras. Still, she'd seen what the other females on base had to wear and was extremely grateful for what she had.

Especially now.

As the hot water pounded on her shoulders, Jaime sighed happily. She was careful to avoid getting water on the bandage over her stitches, although it made scrubbing her face a chore. She towel-dried her hair, got dressed, and peered at herself in the mirror.

Damn. The purple in her hair was almost lilac, it was so faded. And talk about roots... She sighed. Maybe she should just let it grow out and be done with it. It wasn't practical to keep it now that she didn't have the necessary products to do so.

Wait, hadn't someone mentioned to her something about plants here? The best plants on Gaia for dyes are a hexagon-shaped flower that grows in the field above us. The flowers are different colors, but the dye each plant makes when you stir up the leaves with water are opposite of the petals on the color wheel... Captain Stevens, that had been it... boy, that seemed like years ago. I'll have to track her down sometime and see if she could help me, Jaime thought as she ran a brush thru her damp hair. Impatient, she twisted it into a loose knot and stuck a pencil thru to hold it in place.

She dropped her dirty clothes into a bag with her name on it, set it in the canvas cart by the door, and headed for the infirmary.

<< to the Infirmary >>

Major Henderson
February 13th, 2006, 02:06 PM
Donna dumped the stuff she had with her on the bench at her locker and then opened the locker, as she opened it her trainers fell out huh that’s where I put them, she took out her towels and then undressed and went into the showers she didn’t take too long this time in the shower. She dried off and then changed into her uniform Green combats, black t-shirt and then a green shirt. She dried her hair and tied it back. She then put her boots back on. Put her stuff into her locker, got rid of her dirty clothes and then locked it. Grabbing her notebook, she headed off towards the science labs.

February 15th, 2006, 03:13 PM
Richard Walked into the showers, blinking his eyes till they adjusted to the light. After taking a shower he pulled on his BDUs and headed to the Mess for some much needed food. <<to the mess>>

February 15th, 2006, 07:33 PM
<<from science labs>>

Alec walks in, goes over to his locker and takes out a towel. He unchanges goes and has a shower then put on a standard base uniform and heads to the Mess hall.

<<to mess hall>>

February 22nd, 2006, 08:22 PM
<<From Mess Hall>>

Abby casually entered the ladies locker room. She went to her locker and grabbed her off world clothes...blue BDUs, a black t-shirt and her black boots. She then laid those off to the side and grabbed a towel and headed for the showers.

She turned on the water, undressed, hopped into the shower and closed the curtain. She stood under the hot water for a good ten minutes before washing her hair and getting all cleaned up. Once her shower was done, she wrapped her hair in a towel and wrapped a towel around her after shutting off the water.

She went over to her locker, where her clothes were, and dried off and began to put on her clothes. Once she was dressed, she put her hair up into a high pony tail and tied her bandana on her head. Last but not least, she put on and laced up her boots. Before leaving, she made sure she had her dog tags around her neck and that her locker was shut. Then she left the locker room and headed to the armory to get what she would need.

<<To Armory>>

February 22nd, 2006, 09:26 PM
<<from Mess hall>>

Alec walks into the Men's Locker room and quickly goes to his locker gets out his mission gear and changes. He then pickes up his Lacross ball and decides to stash it in his pocket for good luck. He then sees the Zat from his first mission and decides to return it.

<<to Armory>>

Tracy Jane
February 23rd, 2006, 11:09 AM
>>>from lounge

Rowena charged into the locker rooms, nearly knocking over one of the SFs who was on her way out. She quickly stripped off her fatigues and put on a pair of shorts and a tight, cropped tank top. She laced up her trainers and ran a hand through her hair.

Dobson was huge, over a foot taller than she was, there was no way she could beat him. But she was willing to give it a good go. She hadn't been on a long run for a while. And making this cross country, not sticking to the paths, it could give her an advantage. She was sure footed even on rough ground.


February 23rd, 2006, 12:54 PM
Rich hurried into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He then raced outside to meet Clayton. <<to outdoors>>

February 24th, 2006, 07:16 PM
<<form Mess hall>>

"Sweet... Now where is my locker. *looks for her looker* found it *starts to get changed* "So the armory is my next stop.... Now what am I missing?" *looks herself over* "Oh, right a can of Mountain Dew! *grabs a can from her stash behind ********* in the ****** * Got to have the yellow five!!!"

*runs off to the armory*

Tracy Jane
February 25th, 2006, 01:07 PM
>>> Rowena from Outdoors and Kate from Commissary.

Rowena came back in, soaking wet still from her dip in the icy spring. It had been nice to get some fresh air, some exercise, to get off base and off duty and be herself, if only for an hour or two.

She couldn't believe how much her legs ached, and she'd only done four clicks and a quick swim, nothing too exerting. She was out of practise, she realised. She really needed to spend more time in the gym.

Rowena sat down on the bench and pulled off her trainers and her now soaked socks. Peeling off her clinging shorts and underwear, she realised just how cold the spring water had actually been.

Once stripped, she dumped the sodden clothes into the laundry basket for whatever poor fool was on laundry duty this week, and reached into her locker and pulled out her bath stuff, quickly heading for one of the shower cubicles.


Kate ambled into the locker rooms to see one locker open and steam coming from one of the cubicles. It wasn't often she came here to see someone already around. And certainly not when that person was.... singing.

She shrugged and stripped down, putting the clothes in the laundry basket. It was a shame, she'd only put them on that morning, but sleeping in them had made them look less than presentable.

Kate grabbed a fresh yellow towel and her bath things, heading for the shower cubicle next to the steaming one. She got inside and turned the water on as she began to lather down and wash. She smiled at the singer next door. Perfect pitch, but something a little too.... regulated about her voice, like she wasn't used to freeing her emotions.

Kate shook her head. As if there was anyone like that.


Rowena stood under the pounding water, the searing heat burning the clammy coldness of her skin. Gradually, her body adjusted and she began her regulated shower ritual, doing everything in the exact same way she did it every time, including the same song she had sung since she was ten.

After finishing the ritual, she stayed under the flow for a few minutes, letting the heavy droplets pound against her shoulders, easing the tension.
Eventually she turned off the water and got out, wrapping her blue towel around her.


Kate hurried and finished washing her body and hair. She wasn't after the relaxation, she just wanted rid of that horrible, sticky sensation you get after sleeping in your clothes.

She turned the water off and stepped out of the showers, quickly dried the excess water from her long, red hair before wrapping her towel around her. She saw the other figure just in front of her, obviously the singer. Then it hit her.




The cadet swund round and snapped to a salute, a slightly comical sight in her towel with bath stuff cradled in one arm.

"At ease, Cadet," said Kate humourlessly as she continued to her locker.

The two women continued to dry themselves side by side at the benches, Kate running her towel down her long hair, squeezing out the moisture, and Rowena furiously rubbing her short, boyish locks.

Kate grabbed a fresh set of clothes, first pulling on her underwear before putting on her blue trousers and black t shirt. No jacket and patch today. She was confined to base anyway, and she was sure everyone knew her name. She pulled her dogtags back over her head and buried them inside her top.

Rowena also dressed, but in impeccably neat navy blue trousers and pale blue shirt, the typical dress for cadets, though she was more often seen in standard green BDUs. Quickly she slipped on her shoes. Not heavy black boots, but sensible flat black shoes.

She didn't comb her hair, no need, it was so short. It was also almost dry, she noted. So much more practical, she mused as she watched Howard plaiting her long red hair into two braids.

"I'll see you later, Ma'am," she said, slamming her locker and turning on her heel.

"Don't move, Cadet," hissed Kate, as she finished fixing her braids. She had folded the two ends underneath her hair, pinning them in place, a double version of the style she knew young Jennifer Hailey favoured. Jennifer Hailey, now that's who Clayton reminded her of.

Rowena furrowed her brow as she turned to face her superior. She watched as Kate turned round, her face unreadable, but an air of gravity apparent. She had never seen this side of the Major before. Something decidedly responsible and military about it.

"Take a seat, please, Rowena," she said softly, indicating the bench. Kate herself slumped back against the lockers, folding her arms and crossing her ankles. She let out a deep sigh.

"So, do you feel like explaining?"

Rowena raised her eyebrows. "Ma'am?"

"Do you feel like explaining why it is that when I went to the General's office this morning, his aide was spitting and cursing SG7 and muttering about cadets," she said, keeping a dangerously even tone to her voice.

"Well, it might just have something to do that SG7's two senior officers are running round the base like a pair of five year olds playing kiss chase at recess," Rowena bit back, unable to stop herself.

Kate rolled her eyes and scratched her nose. "That's not what I was talking about, Rowena, and you know damn well it wasn't. What did you do to piss the woman off, Clayton?"

"Nothing," said Rowena defensively. She noticed Kate's cold glare. "Ok, I burst into the General's office and complained about you, told him that you ought to be punished and he should learn how to control his officers."

Kate snapped her head up and straightened herself, pacing towards the Cadet threateningly. "You did WHAT?"

"And I called him an idiot. In Russian," Rowena added meekly before her confidence returned and she stood up to face the taller woman who was towering over her. "I was doing the right thing, Ma'am," she continued, spitefully adding, "About the only person on this damn base who does."

"Cadet Clayton," barked Kate. "You have absolutely no right to tell the General how to do his job. And less right to gall him an idiot, in whatever language. You feel put out because you feel you should have graduated by now, but let me tell you this, Cadet, until you lose some of that attitude of yours, there's no damn way you're getting a promotion. Hell, I'm gonna see to it that you don't leave this base."

She glowered down at the Cadet.

"Five days ago there was an attack on this base, Cadet," she said angrily. "We are all tired, stressed and emotionally drained. We cannot afford to pander to the ego of a jumped up teenager. Now. There is a hangar bay that desperately needs cleaning...."

She fumbled about in her locker and found what she was searching for.

"... with this," she finished, handing the cadet the toothbrush. "That's an order, Cadet. I shall check on you in half an hour."

Kate slammed the locker door shut and swung out of the locker room, furious at her own actions with regards to Jim, that they had caused this much trouble and furious at the Cadet who was riling people left, right and centre.

Rowena ran at the major's locker and kicked a dent into the metal. I guess I had better get changed. No point ruining good uniform she thought, as she opened her own locker door and began to change into green fatigues. Stupid, jumped up, power hungry, Irish cow.

She finished changing by tying her bootlaces and angrily marched out of the room.
>>>Kate to quarters, Rowena to hangar bay.

February 25th, 2006, 03:17 PM
Richard sloshed his way into the locker rooms, after a quick shower, He pulled on a pair of BDUs and headed to his quarters. <<To Quarters>>

Ascended Times.2
February 27th, 2006, 09:57 PM
Jim stomped into the lockers, his green BDU's layed over his arm.

Empty, again.

Jim put in his combonation to his locker. '4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.' Jim chanted in his mind.
He pulled on the locker and it opened up, revealing a picture of a large amount of children from his orphanage, all lined up, with the warden, headmaster and various other staff behind them.

He tossed his good BDU's into his locker, and closed it.
Jim turned around and walked over to a bench, he kicked his boots off and started to strip down, he pulled his black t-shirt over his head off, and then sat down and pulled his socks off.

He unbuckled is belt and slid his pants off, making sure the underwear went with them.
He walked over to a cubicle.
Making sure it had soap and shampoo in it, he turned it on.

He made sure the water was hot and stepped into it.
Instantly, small layers of black filth were beggining to wash off of him.
'I've needed this, sinse the attack, probably earlier, running on empty isn't fun...'

He stood there, almost motionless for two full minutes, then he squeezed a handfull of shampoo into his hand, and ran it through his already short hair, he made sure it was rubbed in well and rinsed it off.

'Non-stop s*** for the past six days, non stop....I so hope that it will calm down, so, so hope.' Jim thought in his mind.

Jim scubbed his scalp clean, and picked up a scrubbing brush, he worked on the areas he knew were more filthy than others and let the water take its toll.

He finished washing himself off, turning the hot water off first and then the cold, he grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off.
His hair didn't require much to dry, just a couple of rubs.

When Jim was finished drying, he tied the towel around his waist and punched in the combonation to his locker.
'4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.'

He opened it up, and pulled out his good BDU's, putting his underwear on first, and then the socks, he walked over and sat down, he pulled on his green pants and stopped for a moment, he stared at the photograph of his orphanage.

He then pulled on his black T-shirt, and his green jacket.
He walked over to his locker, stared at the picture again and said "Aw, to hell with it." He grabbed the picture and kept it in his hand, he walked over to his unclean BDU's and stuffed them into the laundry basket.

'One of the upsides of being one of the higher ranked folks on the base...'
At that, Jim shut his locker after walking back over and headed for his quarters.

'I need to get this framed...And that damned paperwork.'

>>>To Quarters.

February 28th, 2006, 08:43 PM
Knowing they were running late for the meeting, both Claire and Sarah got ready quickly. Changing into fresh BDU's after the food fight left them few stains on the ones they had, both girls ran to the breifing.

<< To Breifing Room>>

March 1st, 2006, 03:17 AM
<< from Quarters >>

Tyler dropped her gear on the bench, opened her locker for her personals kit, stripped down, leaving her clothes there in a pile, and headed for the shower.
Standing under the hot water, she tried to clear her mind a do a little meditation. She washed without thinking about it, letting her body do it on autopilot. In less than ten minutes, she was washed, dried, dressed and on her way to grab her usual 'travel rations' from the Mess.
Level 4, to 6, to 4, to 6, to 2, to 4. FCOL, I'm wearing a groove in these stairs.

<< to Mess Hall via Quarters>>

Tracy Jane
March 3rd, 2006, 10:30 AM
>>> from Dr Lancaster's Office

Kate walked in and headed straight for the basins to look in the mirror. Lancaster had been right, she did look a state, but that could be sorted fairly quickly.

Howard turned to her locker and saw a dent in the metal. Clayton. Oh well, the cadet had reason to be angry at her. She opened the vandalised locker and pulled out her soap and flannel, a hair brush and a few other items, which she placed on the bench. Taking a seat, she unlaced her boots and kicked them off.

She moved back to the basin and brushed her hair back. As much as she liked it down or in a ponytail, neither was practical right now. She seftly plaited it and twisted the braid into a bun, where she pinned it.

Quickly, she sluiced her face, washed it, then patted it dry. As she walked back to the bench, she stripped, rolling her uniform into a ball as she threw it into the laundry basket.

She put on her sportswear, not the oversized rugby shirt of earlier, but a pair of tight shorts and a cropped and fitted tank top, much more practical for the task at hand. She slipped on the thin trainer socks and then a pair of trainers. Her other shoes... they would have to wait until she got into the gym.

Hurriedly she cleared everything into the locker except the shoes, then headed over the hall to fetch something from her quarters.

>>>to quarters.

March 4th, 2006, 05:26 AM
Larry made his way to the locker room, still a bit groggy, not quite pinballing off the wall on the way there. He keyed the combo for his locker, stripped down, threw his old uni into the laundry basket, set out a fresh uniform and grabbed a towel then headed to the shower.

Cranking the hot water to a just below scalding point, letting the steam fill the stall he glanced at his left hand. 'Wow, I was playing hard... must have been a couple of hours to put that kind of a crease in the callouses, I'm surprised the fingers aren't bleeding'

As he stood in the shower... which felt way too good, he was more than a little tense, so he needed the relaxation. As he lathered up, the strains of Mozart's "Se Vuol Ballare" entered his head. 'Odd, I haven't thought of that song since I was last on earth. Mother was always proudest of her performance as the Queen of the Night in The Magic Flute, yet that bass aria was my favorite song. Mom... A white flash... thoughts of all those he'd lost when earth was destroyed flashed through his mind, slamming him like a tidal wave, as pangs of sorrow coursed through him.

The flashback ended, and he was on the floor of the stall, the water just pelting his head. He got back up, glad that the water running down his head was hiding the tears, which was ironic, since he was in a private stall. "Alone... my friends, my family, gone. At least (naval) Captain Sutton ((ooc, the ex CO referred to in his bio)) bought it. No, not alone... I have friends again. Real friends that I can actually trust. Kate... Rich. The Col. seems to be a good guy, hell what I've read made me want to join his unit. And he could have beat the snot out of me outside, probably had the right, not that I had any idea he and Kate were an item. I'm sure he'll be the same way once we actually meet. I gotta get used to trusting people again though."

Finishing his shower, he tossed the towel into the basket, dressed and headed off in search of caffiene.

*to mess hall/comissary*

March 10th, 2006, 01:44 PM
<<From Quarters>>

Stumbling slightly from lack of caffeine, Richard entered the locker rooms and made sure he had fresh clothes to change into before placing the dirty pair into the hamper.

After being a little disturbed by the fact that the stall he'd chosen had a water bottle filled with a strange yellow gunk in lieu of shampoo he noticed a note scribbled on the side. *shampoo, please inform botany lab with any suggestions or comments* 'Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later' He sighed and turned on the hot water, relaxing for quite awhile before actually cleaning anything.

After showering shaving and generally wasting time, he put on a fresh t-shirt and shorts and headed for the gym. <<Gym>>

Tracy Jane
March 16th, 2006, 07:38 AM
>>> from Quarters

Rowena ran into the locker rooms, now in tears. She pushed her way into one of the cubicles and locked the door before sitting on the toilet, leaning her head against the wall and sobbing.

It wasn't fair that he had died, died because the commanding officer had gone against the regulations. It wasn't fair that her parents had divorced, effectively leaving them playing tug of war with her as the rope being stretched until she snapped. They shouldn't have been together in the first place. Regulations were there for a reason, why couldn't people see that.

If you break them, you get hurt. Unless you can build up a wall of protection, isolation.

March 16th, 2006, 06:06 PM
((From Science Lab)

Anthony, tapped each locker till he found his own. He rested a palm against it and leaned for a moment. He bounced a foot, inhaled and exhales deeply.

Ok...here we go...

He undressed, opened the locker and began the casual dressing rituals of preparing to go offworld. Crisp white extra absorbant socks first, clean new BDU pants next, fitted white T, clean, pressed BDU jacket, Boots, and finally, the vest, left open until he felt he needed to zip 'er up. He closed his locker and sat on the bench for awhile. He didn't know why he felt the need to wait to head off. Since his previous, first mission on the new base, he'd had a strange, lingering feeling. He couldn't quite place what it was he felt. Missplaced? Yeah, maybe that was is. He felt misplaced. He was all too aware still about Earth being gone. He always found ways to put these things in the back of his mind and look only towards the future, but occasionally, small things reminded him of what used to be.

Just have to keep going.

He stood up and headed out of the locker room.

((To Armoury))

Major Henderson
March 16th, 2006, 10:44 PM
Whistling and singing the odd word to the music she was listening to Donna entered the locker room and went straight over to her locker and opened it. Pulling out her BDU's she started to get ready. Leaving her jacket off for the moment she placed it on the bench. She pulled her backpack out from the bottom of the locker and then sat on the bench placing the pack on the floor. Donna started to lace up her boots and when she was finished went through her bag to make sure she had what she needed and making a mental note of what she had to pick up. Standing up she took out the vest from her locker then closed the door, picking up her bag and jacket she headed out for the amroury.

March 16th, 2006, 11:29 PM
<<from infirmary>>
Dragging his feet into the men's locker-room, Richard placed his gym clothes back in his locker. He sighed, seeing the Major like that had taken alot of him, and despite preferring the casual T-shirt and shorts it just didn't feel right to waltz around the base in them.

He stared at the twin pictures in his locker, one from earth, one from the beta-site. He pulled out his BDUs and closed the locker before all but a single tear managed to escape from it's prison. He wiped it away before pulling on his clothes and walking out the door. <<to mess hall>>

Queen Eleta
March 18th, 2006, 09:48 PM
Veronica entered the locker room and started changing. The thought off not being late was overtaking the fear of another disaterous mission. She thought she would pick up a few extras that would have come in handy last time. Still the hope of a rather boring mission stuck around her mind.
Changing done, she headed to the armory to pick up the stuff she hoped to not need.

Tracy Jane
March 19th, 2006, 03:39 PM
Rowena heard the other people come and go, still crying in her cubicle. Eventually the crying subsided and the girl rubbed her eyes dry and opened the door. She crossed the locker room to the basins and splashed her face with cold water.

Opening her locker, she changed from her pyjamas into the standard Cadet uniform of dark blue trousers and a pale blue shirt, clipping her name badge to the breast pocket. She slipped on her flat black shoes, then shut the locker door.

Taking a deep breath, she realised there were people to see, and grovelling to do.

>>> to General Blue's Office

Tracy Jane
March 24th, 2006, 07:11 PM
>>> from quarters

Rowena ran into the locker room, dazed and confused, and emptied her few belongings into her pack. She sighed miserably at the fact that the bag wasn't anywhere near full, a sign of how empty her life was. She checked her watch and realised that her twenty minutes were up, so quickly tied up her bag and raced off back to the general's office.

>> to General Blue's Playden

March 24th, 2006, 08:08 PM

Charles hit the shower, and then headed out towards his locker where he grabbed his jumpsuit, and quickly changed into it. His hair was a still abit wet, from towel trying and it was all up in a puff. He then headed to the general's office.

<<General's Blue's office>>

March 26th, 2006, 05:41 PM
((from Quarters))

Jen walked slowly into the women's lockers and showers. Something had happened last night, she couldn't quite remember what. Maybe it would come to her when she showered.

The hot water woke her up enough to remember the interruption of her sleep cycle. 'Oh god, I told the shrink I think she's nuts out loud. That is what happens when your body's awake and your brain's asleep. I have to apologize to her, as soon she cools down. But those juniors, eshh.' Jen soaped and rinsed. 'At least I know my team won't do that.' She dumped her dirty clothes and dressed in clean, loosely-fitting BDU's.

She headed out of the locker rooms, planning to eat breakfast, see if there was anyone else there, and then visit Kate.

((to Commissary))

March 27th, 2006, 12:54 PM
Richard sulked into the room, 'How the h*** do I always manage to sabotage every person I come in contact with?' he slumped against the locker next to his and twisted the dial randomly for several seconds before inputting the combo. He opened the locker and took out a fresh pair of BDUs, before staring at the picture of his old team.

'I failed them, I failed earth, and I failed Clayton. About the only decent thing I've done is try and end it all,' "AND I SCREWED THAT UP!" He slammed the locker door closed and stripped off his uniform, throwing it into the hamper, before getting in the shower. He let the hot water burn for just a few seconds before adding some cold and lathering up his hair and body. After he was satisfactorily clean he towelled off, put on the fresh uniform, and headed out the door to the Commissary. Hoping to get some coffee before he had to meet the general.

<<to commissary>>

Tracy Jane
April 1st, 2006, 04:01 PM
>>> from Quarters

After cautiously opening the door and creeping out of the room like a misbehaving schoolgirl, leaving it very slightly open so she could get back in, Kate crept down the corridor, glancing up at the security camera.

She stopped outside the elevator, then thought better of it. Slightly more discreet, climbing the stairs. Why did the damn locker room have to be so far away from her quarters? Kate quickly walked up the two flights of steps, ignoring the continuing ache in her thighs, then stood still at the door.

Crap. Who's bright idea was it to put the locker rooms on the same level as the control room? Especially when the General was definitely in there. She closed her eyes and swore as she realised that to get to the locker rooms, she'd have to pass the open door of the control room.

'Well, let's pray that the General has better things to worry about, then.'

She gritted her teeth, tiptoe-ing outside the doors of the stairwell and bracing herself. Pulling her shirt tight down over her ass, she tried to sprint past the conrol room door, but stumbled on her weak ankle.

As her knees smacked against the cold, hard floor, she cursed loudly, then realised that anyone could have heard her and hobbled to a wall to rest for a moment. Step by step, she hurried over to the locker room, sighing with relief as her feet hit the cool, tiled floor.

Kate moved to her locker, stripping off the shirt, pulling out her towel and her nearly empty bottles of shampoo and shower gel, and grimacing as she realised this meant using the base stuff in the near future.

The redhead padded over to the shower cubicles and got into one, locking the door and hanging the clean towel in the outer area. Moving into the inner area with her gel and shampoo, she pulled shut the curtain and turned on the water, jumping at the icy cold jet that pounded against her still heated flesh.

Kate relaxed as the water warmed, and she began to wash off the sweat, kneading her skin with the shower gel and massaging her aching shoulders and joints.

Emptying a little shampoo into her hand, she lathered it into her long hair, taking away the flakes of dried blood along with the grease, making her head throb with pain as the wound became exposed under the hot water.

Revelling in the hot water, enjoying its constant beating against her shoulders, Kate remembered Jim and smiled. She couldn't let him wake up alone. She smiled and turned off the water, stepping out and wrapping herself in the towel before picking up the near empty bottles.

Kate moved quickly to her locker, drying herself off, her skin tinged pink from the heat. She replaced the bottled and dressed quickly into a pair of green BDU trousers and a fitted black t-shirt, over her standard underwear. She smirked to herself as she thought about how it probably wouldn't stay on all that long. 'Bad Kate!' she mentally admonished, as she towel dried her hair the best she could, then brushed it, leaving it hanging down her back.

She left her face uncharacteristically free of make up and quickly laced her boots before heading off to the commissary, feeling fresh, clean and full of life, humming tunes.

>>>to commissary

Ascended Times.2
April 2nd, 2006, 06:29 AM
>>>>From Quarters.

Jim stepped off the elevator, feeling incredibly pleased and cheerful.
He walked into the lockers and noticed it was pretty much empty again. Not even an SF in sight.

He walked up to his locker and stood there for a moment, strangely enough admiring the view.
'A locker. Such a simple yet elegant thing, and so, so useful.'
He reached over and put in the locker combination of 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.

He pulled down on the lock and it unlocked, he pulled the lock up and pulled out a fresh pair of BDU's.
Tossing the standard blue BDU's onto the bench in the middle of the room, Jim shut the locker and locked it up again.

He walked slowly over to the bench and took his clothes off, carrying them to the laundry basket and seeing it had been recently emptied, he tossed his green BDU's in.

He walked, completely nude to a free stall and started the shower up, the hot water taking a minute or so to kick in.
He began to wash himself and squirt some shampoo into his hand to rinse and lather his hair with.

((OOC: I'll finish this up...Probably tomorrow, i'm too tired tonight to do it. Good night everyone. :)))

April 2nd, 2006, 10:33 PM
Richard moved as fast as possible through the hallway, racing for the relative safety the locker rooms provided. He rushed in and closed the door, leaning his weight against it from the long run.

"Um, sir?" Richard's eyes shot open as he heard the rather bewildered airman, he slowly turned his head to find him staring at the obvious place. "Airman, unless you want to whip it out and compare I suggest you stop staring." The younger man's eyes shot up as he saluted. "Yes sir, I mean, no sir, I mean..." "Just leave, NOW." Richard blushed deeply as he waved the young man off.

"Yes sir." The airman squeaked as he made for the door, Richard opening it for him. "Thank you si.." he was abruptly cut off by the door slamming in his face. With that, Richard hobbled over to his locker, mumbling something about don't ask don't tell being a dismal failure.

Tracy Jane
April 2nd, 2006, 10:48 PM
>>From Lounge

Rowena exhaled slowly and leant her head against the cool metal of her locker, trying to calm the burning of her skin. Forget her earlier nerves, she wanted him. Now. She picked some clean BDUs out of her locker and grinned maliciously as she had an idea.

She crept out of the women's locker room and into the men's, BDUs and boots in hand, then hurried to the benches, eyes fixed on the wall as she stripped naked. Hearing a familiar gasp behind her, she glanced over her shoulder.

"Whoops, wrong locker room."

April 2nd, 2006, 11:00 PM
'Damn just when it was about to go away.' He took in a deep breath, turning beet red. "Wow..." Was all he could manage to say as his eyes wandered across her body. 'NO!' He averted his eyes a second or two after his mind was sure it gave the command, staring at the lockers like they were his only hope for salvation. "Simple mistake." He managed to squeak out.

Tracy Jane
April 2nd, 2006, 11:04 PM
Rowena giggled at the mistake walked over to Rich, who's eyes were politely averted. "Ah, now come on... it's not like you haven't been dying to..." she reached up and kissed him furiously, hungrily.

April 2nd, 2006, 11:12 PM
When she kissed him, something within him snapped. He closed the distance between their bodies in an instant, moving forward until he had pushed the younger woman up against the wall. He returned the kiss with animal like intensity, he had wanted this women for what seemed like eternity, he wasn't going to let this slip through his fingers.

Tracy Jane
April 2nd, 2006, 11:25 PM
>>> from security office

Kate had calmed down somewhat during her meeting in the security office, and before heading back to the lounge, the redhead decided to stop by the locker rooms to inform the two younger officers that she would relax the ten kilo pack and let them train without.

She wandered into the ladies' locker room and was surprised to find it empty. Clayton couldn't have changed that quickly, but she wasn't here. As she pondered she heard a high pitched squeal from next door, the men's locker rooms.

High pitched squeal?

Kate stomped into the locker room, completely furious, stopping dead when she saw a naked cadet leaning limply against the wall, eyes closed, a topless lieutenant wrapped around her, his hands....

The redhead coughed loudly.

April 2nd, 2006, 11:35 PM
'D**n that woman has horrible timing!' He turned to Kate, blushing more from irritation then embarassment. "Do you have a spider sense for this kind of thing? She walked in here, she was nude, what was I supposed to do?" He asked as he handed off his T-shirt for Rowena to cover herself.

Tracy Jane
April 2nd, 2006, 11:45 PM
"You will use your other head to think when you talk to me, Lieutenant," spat Kate angrily. "I've just saved your asses once. The security footage from the lounge has accidentally gone missing. Now. I think I deserve a little more respect that that."

She looked distainfully at Clayton who was now drowned in Dobson's t-shirt. "Clayton. Get dressed. I swear if I catch you insufficiently clothed again, you will be reporting to the General in the same state as I find you."

She directed her icy gaze at Rich as Rowena crept behind her to get dressed. "Dobson, I would appreciate it if you kept your eyes on me whilst I speak to you," she said silkily. "That's better. I would remind you that this young lady's mother works on this base and has the authority to do some pretty nasty things to you. And if she doesn't, I'm sure the General will personally give the order to hack it off."

April 3rd, 2006, 12:02 AM
"Yes ma'am." He replied in a tone that explained in no uncertain terms how insubordinate his thoughts had turned. He walked to his locker and obtained a new shirt before closing the door rather loudly. "To the armory then Ma'am?" He half snarled.

Tracy Jane
April 3rd, 2006, 12:06 AM
"Speak to me in that tone again Lieutenant and you'll be headed straight for the General's office," Kate hissed. "You and the sidearm." She glanced over her shoulder at Rowena who was fully dressed and lacing up her boots. "What you do in your own time, in private doesn't bother me," she said, reminding herself of the General. "But I fully expect members of my team to conduct themselves with dignity in public."

April 3rd, 2006, 12:14 AM
"A lesson in dignity in public from you? Ma'am, you'll forgive me if that sounds d*** hippocritical. I was already supposed to see the General today, he flaked on me Ma'am. So, it's your choice, force me to work my a** off under your supervision, or send me to do something I'm going to have to do anyway. I know which one I'd choose." He narrowed his eyes at the older woman, half expecting to be decked and not really caring.

Tracy Jane
April 3rd, 2006, 12:27 AM
Kate curled up her fist and dealt a hard punch to the side of Dobson's face, causing blood to trickle from his nose. "I suggest you think twice before addressing a superior officer like that again, no matter how bad the testosterone poisoning." She glanced downwards and smirked. "Well, Lieutenant Dobson. I think that this jog is going to be most uncomfortable for you. Twenty Five kilos for you, Cadet, fifteen." She opened her mouth again, then thought better of it. "No, I'll escort you to the armoury myself."

She swung round on her heel and exited the locker room furiously.

>>>to armo(u)ry

April 3rd, 2006, 12:40 AM
Richard wiped the blood from his nose and pushed himself to his feet. Taking a moment to clear the cobwebs before leaving the locker-room. Richard moved in line behind the Major and the Cadet, staying Relatively quiet.<<to armory>>

Ascended Times.2
April 3rd, 2006, 05:28 AM
Jim rinsed his body off again, the shower seeming to envelop him as the heavy drops of water pelted down on his naked body.

However, at a small point, he thought he heard a high pitched scream.
He deiced not to blow, what he assumed was now his cover and opened up his stall slightly, poking his head out of it.

He could vaguely see two figures up against each other through all the steam.
He just shook his head and thought 'Testosterone driven maniacs...' he popped his head back in and closed the door.

He decided to take his time with his shower, and finally finished, relishing the hot water.
However, he forced himself to stop when he realised he was just wasting water now, and turned the hot water off first and the cold off second.

He stepped out, now realising no one was in the locker rooms, he grabbed a towel that was on the seat and wrapped it around his middle.
He rubbed his forehead for a moment contemplating for a moment on what to do next, and walked over to the blue BDU'S that were sitting on the bench where he had left them.

He quickly slid his underwear on and then blue pants, black socks after that, he put on his black T-shirt and then his blue jacket, deciding he would zip it up.

He decided this would do for a bit of exercise in the Gym at that particular moment.
He put his wet towel in the laundry basket and turned his head onto the side, trying to get the water out of his ears.

Succeeding, he slowly made out of the doors and towards the Gym.
>>>To Gym.

Tracy Jane
April 3rd, 2006, 05:29 AM
>>>from outdoors.

Kate walked into the locker room and flopped down on the bench. She had run as fast as she could back from the clearing, the climb and the swim making her shoulder hurt, and the run over uneven ground putting strain on her ankle. And now she was filthy and sweaty. Again.

She grabbed a towel, stripped and headed for the showers, this time using base shampoo and soap to scrub off the grime, the pounding hot water a huge difference from the icy cold of the river.

Kate got out and toweled off, grabbing clean fatigues from her locker and putting them on, tying her hair back in a loose bun, then slipping on some plain soft shoes, instead of heavy boots.

Putting her bits and pieces back where they belonged, she sighed to herself. Time to go and write the cadet's training report, as well as a report on Dobson. That sort of insubordination couldn't go unchecked.

>>> to quarters

Tracy Jane
April 17th, 2006, 04:41 PM
>>> Ro from mess hall, Kate from armoury

A shower was already going as Rowena entered the locker rooms, and, from the items laid out on the bench, the cadet assumed it was Howard in there.

Clayton quickly stripped off herself and found a clean towel in her locker, going over to another cubicle and showering off quickly. She was grateful for her short hair: easy to clean, quick to dry, and she cleaned off the mud that was caked over her body thanks to the river bank.

When she got out, she noticed that Kate had already left, much to her relief. She knew it was irrational, especially after how lovely and maternal the older woman had been towards her in recent days, but she still couldn't stand the interfering busybody.

Rowena dressed for the day and decided to head and visit Richard before anything else.

>>> Ro and Kate to quarters.

Tracy Jane
April 18th, 2006, 09:37 AM
>>> from General's office.

Kate came into the locker rooms and smiled, shaking her head at the absurd amount of time that she spend there. She had had... what... three showers in the past twentyfour hours?

She walked to her locker and got out some clean navy fatigues and changing quickly. She put the pyjamas back in the locker, settling on some soft indoor shoes, as her boots were caked in dry mud. She slipped them on, before pulling back her hair from her freckled face, tying it into a ponytail, then looping it over.

Kate didn't bother buttoning up the navy shirt over the black t-shirt, it was only going to be on for a few minutes, with any luck. She was planning on heading to bed as soon as she could.

The redhead walked to the sink and looked over at her reflection. Her face was pale, dark circles under her green eyes, that looked like deep black holes in snow. She looked a mess, but the General had ordered her to the office, so it wasn't like she had a choice.

She frowned a little at his timing. What was it that couldn't wait til later? Kate sighed and shook her head before leaving the locker rooms.

>>>to General's office.

Tracy Jane
April 18th, 2006, 03:08 PM
((Yupp. Me again. My characters spend far too much time in here!))

>>>from Quarters.

Rowena opened her locker, then collapsed against the door giggling. The poor idiot, wind him up and leave him hanging. But... it's what he tried to do to her. Shame he failed, really.

She shook her head and changed into a pair of small shorts and a cropped top to go and work out in the gym, burn off some of her energy. She could think of more fun ways to do it, but someone had to pay first. The cadet slammed the locker door shut and laced up her white indoor trainers, then headed out the door, almost slamming into Dobson. She smiled wickedly.

"Wrist hurting much, Sir?"

April 18th, 2006, 03:28 PM
"I'm a sniper cadet, I'm used to recoil from big guns." He gave her a wide grin.

Tracy Jane
April 18th, 2006, 03:29 PM
Rowena flashed him a cheeky smile. "Shame you're out of ammo. I was going to offer to give you a bit of target practice."

April 18th, 2006, 03:38 PM
"I prefer combat conditions anyway." He smirked at her. 'Think up a come back for that.'

Tracy Jane
April 18th, 2006, 03:45 PM
"Maybe you'd like to show me your technique," she smiled back. "I have it on good authority that you're....very....skilled in that... area."

April 18th, 2006, 03:57 PM
"Well, your's will be better once it develops anyway." He smiled, slightly unnerved by the change in attitude. "Anyway I'll see you later." With that he pushed past her on his way to the lounge. <<lounge>>

Tracy Jane
April 18th, 2006, 04:00 PM
Rowena put on a mock pout as he left, then headed for the gym. She couldn't quite understand him blowing cold on her like that, he always seemed so... for lack of a better turn of phrase... up for it. She shrugged it off and headed on her way.

>>> to gym

April 19th, 2006, 11:13 AM
<<Richard and Rowena from lounge>> "Well Rowena, do you want to run or..." She glared at him. "Thought so, shower then?" He grinned and peeked in to the men's locker room, making sure the coast was clear. As soon as he was sure, he headed in.

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 11:18 AM
Rowena's heart pounded as she crept into the locker room. She had genuinely intended on going for a run. But this... this was far better. She closed the door behind her then stood dumbly, suddenly realising that she was way out of her depth.

April 19th, 2006, 11:31 AM
Richard moved over to the shower and began fiddling with the water, testing it until it was just hot enough without being scalding. He took off his shirt, moving over so he could set his clothes on one of the benches.

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 11:35 AM
Rowena bit her lip as she watched him take off his shirt. She was rooted to the spot, she was in the middle of the men's locker room and.... crap! She had only wanted to go on a run to burn off some of this energy. She was either going to get busted or... she was so getting busted. There were security cameras and....

She felt her chest tighten with fear. What the hell was she getting herself into here? She wasn't a sixteen year old, for Christ's sakes! She was an adult, she should start behaving like one. But mmmmmm, he was.......

Her eyes flitted around the locker room as she started to panic. There he was, just acting all business like and whipping of his clothes and turning the water on and -

"You know, I have to... errr... just.." she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb and began to back off towards the door.

April 19th, 2006, 11:43 AM
"If that's what you want to do. I'll be out in a second and we can go for a run or something." He smiled knowingly and turned back around to turn off the water.

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 11:48 AM
"You know... I... I don't think I want to go for a run anymore," she choked out, trying not to cry. He didn't want her, he had just been getting on with business. "I... I'll just go and.. and... get a shower... and... and... " She couldn't manage any more and ran out of the locker room and into the women's, where she crumpled on the bench, trying to steady her breathing and stop the impending panic attack.

April 19th, 2006, 12:39 PM
'Crap.' "Rowena!" He called as he pulled his shirt on before racing after her. He stopped at the door of the woman's locker room. "Rowena? Can I come in? I'm sorry." He called helplessly.

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 12:43 PM
Rowena let out a sound of consent. It was intended to be "uh-huh" but came out as a strangled kitten like mewl, all she could muster with her tight chest and hyperventilating. She was curled up on her side, clawing at her throat and chest, tears pouring down her face. It was just a job to him, whip it out, shove it in and keep her sweet. He didn't really give a damn.

April 19th, 2006, 12:51 PM
He pushed his way in and rushed over to the sobbing girl. "Rowena, I'm sorry. I'm not exactly sure what I did wrong, I'm just tired honey I didn't expect you to come and find me like that." He tried to comfort her as best he could but wasn't sure it was making a difference.

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 01:02 PM
"Tired?" She asked, her breath still ragged as she tried desperately to fight the panic. "You s slept in a a n nice wwarm b b b bed l l l last n n night," she stuttered. "I I I I j j j just w w want t t ted t t to g g go f f for a j jog and you y y you d d did... it w w was l l l like y y you....." Rowena sat up and stared up at the ceiling, hiccuping slightly before rushing out, "whip it out, stick it in and just so... no feeling."

She didn't dare look at him as she got up to get her towel from her locker. She was too embarrassed.

April 19th, 2006, 01:15 PM
"Rowena, I... It wasn't..." He sighed. "I'll admit I was... less then excited about it this time but, that's my fault. I need time to recover... it takes alot out of me. I'm not as full of energy as you are. When you said target practice I figured the run was an excuse, I would have gladly ran. I just... I misunderstood. I'm sorry." He slumped against the stool, utterly ashamed by himself.

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 01:19 PM
Rowena ignored him, blinded by tears, and walked to a shower cubicle, pulling the curtain in front and stripping, away from his eyes. She felt ashamed and embarrassed about everything. She turned on the water and slumped down to the ground, crying as the water pounded over her.

April 19th, 2006, 01:33 PM
"I... I geuss I'll leave you alone then. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm just sorry." With that, he slinked off to his quarters, ashamed at himself. <<to quarters.>>

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 01:46 PM
Rowena curled up in a ball sobbing. Gradually the water went from warm to icy cold, but the cadet stayed put, letting the cold water beat down. Why didn't he understand her? Why couldn't he just... like that first time in the locker rooms, show her that attention? At the very least, couldn't he give her a hug? A kiss? Was that too much to ask? Or was she just the Gaian equivalent of a blow up doll?

Tracy Jane
April 19th, 2006, 02:46 PM
>>> she's been MIA for the past couple of weeks, so no idea. Bloody NPCs!

Hermione walked into the locker room, humming softly. She heard a shower going in the background and noticed a towel on the bench. Funny. This was the first time she had ever bumped into anyone in the locker rooms.

She grabbed her own towel and walked to one of the sturdier cubicles with a door, turning the water on to warm up before she thought about getting undressed. She remembered leaving shampoo and things in the locker and moved back to get them, passing the other cubicle on the way and noticing the lack of movement.

Returning to her own cubicle, Hermione felt how cold the water was. Had someone left that shower running? She walked over, with a large bath sheet over her shoulder.

"Hello?" she asked loudly. "Anyone in there?"

There was no reaction, so Hermione drew back the curtain and gasped. A small figure was lying underneath the water, balled up and unconscious. Hermione carefully turned off the water, trying not to get wet herself, and lay the sheet of towelling over Rowena, sitting her up and wrapping it around her.

"Roma?" she asked softly, shaking the girl. "Honey, can you hear me?"

Rowena opened an eye slightly and squinted at her mother, before sneezing. She remembered crying and feeling sleepy and then... now.

"You're freezing cold, Roma," she fussed. "And sneezing." She hoisted the girl to her feet and guided her out of the cubicle, fishing in Rowena's locker for some pyjamas. She helped dry her daughter, who seemed completely despondent and unresponsive, then helped her slip on the pyjamas, before holding her face gently and kissing her forehead. "Can't have you going to the infirmary in your birthday suit, now, can we?" she smiled, trying to mask her concern as the cadet sneezed again.

>>> to infirmary.

April 24th, 2006, 08:02 PM
Natasha entered the Ladies Locker Room and started looking for her assigned locker. There was no one else there. When she found it, she opened it and put her baggage in one over the other. They almost didn't fit into the locker.

'Damn. My baggage almost didn't fit in.'

She closed her locker supporting her baggage with the other hand for it not to fall.

"Now that my stuff is already in the locker, I can go to the Mess Hall" she said to herself, looking at the map to find her way there.

She leaves in the direction of the Mess Hall still carrying her guitar casing across her back because there was no place in the locker for it.

April 26th, 2006, 06:21 PM
<<Coming from the Mess Hall>>

Natasha entered the Locker Room and walked towards her locker. She opened it and one of her bags fell off. She picked it up and the other one, closed the locker and walked out of the room.

<<Going to my new quarters>>

April 26th, 2006, 06:47 PM
>>from wherever your imagination wants me to come from

Nathan walked in, almost half asleep. He opened his locker to check that one of his most special possesions, his lucky cricket ball, was still firmly secured in his locker. http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2004/11/15/_cricketball_index-thumb__60x40.jpg He gave a tired and acknowledging smile as he noticed the small ball at the back. hmmm, maybe some fresh air will wake me up... He then left for a stroll outside.

to outside probably>>

May 4th, 2006, 07:50 AM
<<From quarters>>

Natasha arrived in the Ladies Locker Room and headed to the showers, leaving her backpack nearby. She took her shower and dressed herself, puting the used clothing inside the backpack.

<<To quarters>>

May 5th, 2006, 08:15 AM
<< from Quarters >>

Jensen stepped off the elevator, humming under his breath, and stepped into the men's locker room, which seemed to be mostly deserted. Fine by him.

He undressed and chose a shower mostly hidden in a corner. When the water warmed up he stepped in and let out a sigh of pleasure as it beat on his skin. He tipped his head back and let it run over his head, scrubbing his face with his hands and feeling the stubble against his palms. No wonder that cadet snarked at me, he thought ruefully. I must look like Grizzly Adams or something.

He took his time and soaked himself thoroughly before scrubbing his skin pink with soap. Finally satisfied, he turned off the water and dried off, choosing to remain wrapped only in his towel as he shaved. When it was all said and done, Jensen took a step back and was surprised at the youthful face staring back at him from the mirror. Dayum, without that scruff I look like a baby.

Still humming, he got dressed and decided against returning to his quarters at the moment. Making sure his civvies had his name and rank stitched in them, he dropped them in the laundry, uncaring as to if he actually got them back or not. The uniform felt worn, safe, and comfortable. Old habits die hard, he thought bemusedly. You can get the soldier out of the base, but you can't get the base out of the soldier.

As he straightened up his things and put them in his locker, he thought again about the quietness around him. I wonder who's around? he thought curiously. Might as well head up to the Lounge. He could use one of the computers there to check his email- he groaned at the prospect, but it had to be done- and to verify which teams were here, which were off world, and which were prepping for a mission.

Having made his decision, Jensen stepped out of the locker room and headed for the Lounge.

<< to the Lounge >>


May 5th, 2006, 08:28 AM
<From Quarters>

John entered the locker room and looked around the room and found a locker with no tag on it so her pulled out of his bag a tag and slid it into the slot. He opened the locker up and began to put his things in it, namely his extra pair of BDU and some other personnel effects.
He sat on a bench in silence for a moment than decided on taking a shower he took stripped and found the nearest shower he grabbed a towel and turned the water on high, waited a few minutes for the water to heat up than stepped in. He let all of his cares just wash down the drain. He stood under the hot water and just felt like staying there forever, he used some soap and washed himself off good than grabbed a towel and put it around his waste and headed for his locker. He felt his face and noticed it was a little scratchy so he grabbed a small bag from his locker to shave.
John look around the room and felt so isolated so he got dressed and than decided to see what kind of trouble he could get himself into. Maybe I should go find my CO, to report in. With that thought he left the locker room to find his CO.

<No clue where he is going>
<Figured it out Armory>

May 8th, 2006, 12:10 AM
Richard trotted into the locker rooms, noticing no one was there. He took a quick shower and pulled on his BDUs, rushing off to the armory. <<to armory>>

Tracy Jane
May 11th, 2006, 07:08 AM
>>> from quarters

Kate practically jogged the last few metres to the locker rooms, much to the amusement of the SF on duty. She had bounced up the stairs like a mad woman, relishing this semi-freedom, and forcing the SF to earn his keep.

The guard stood patiently outside the rooms as Kate went in and showered. The redhead wanted to savour the hot water and the chance to clean her skin, but she was desperate to get back to her quarters to be there when Jensen came back, or in case Jim visited.

She leapt out of the shower and towelled off, hurriedly pulling on a pair of green BDU trousers with a black long sleeved top. She deflty plaited her hair into two braids and laced up her boots. Free... she was nearly free!

Cleaner and happier, she went outside and beamed at the guard. "Okie dokie!" she told him, as she led the way back to her quarters, the guard shaking his head in mock despair.

>>> to quarters

May 15th, 2006, 10:53 AM
(From Quarters (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5285629&postcount=862))

Rachael walked in the locker room and found that she would be alone. She walked up to her locker and got out her razor and shaving gel. She removed her cloths and tied a towel around her self and made her way back to the last shower stall. She turned on the water and waited for it to get nice and hot.
She stepped under the hot water and just let her body soak up the mositure. She thought about everything that has happened in the past few days. Her brother coming here and her work with SG1.
This has to be the best past few days I have had in a while. I don't ifthey could get any better. She washed her hair than finished cleaning herself off. She agian wrapped the towel around her and sat on a near by bench to shave her legs. Once she finished she got up and made her way back to her locker.
She finished drying off than put on her cloths, just some pants and a blue shirt. She put her cloths into a laundry basked, checking to make sure they had her room number on them. She than bushed her out slightly than made her way back to her quarters.

(Quarters.) (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5285982&postcount=863)

May 20th, 2006, 07:48 AM
<<From Quarters>>

Natasha entered the Ladies Locker Room and was alone because of the late time. She put her backpack close to the shower place she had picked. She got her towel out an put it over the backpack and went inside the shower place where she removed her cloths and put them inside a bag which she then threw out in the direction of the backpack's position. She then turned on the water and waited for it to get hot.

While she took her shower many thoughts and emotions were passing through her mind some were even conflictant with each other. The events of the night in Foreston replayed in her mind many times.

'You could have done more. You could have stopped it from happening at all. Why didn't you? Now here you are waiting for the consequences to grab you by your feet.' She was feeling very guilty about the fact. Once she was done, she stepped out grabbed her towel and went back to dry off herself.

She then with the towel wrapped around her, reached out the backpack and started to put on her spare clothes, just underware, gray sweat pants and a white shirt. Then she put the clothes she just took off and the ones from the day before into a laundry basked, checking to make sure they had her room number and name on them.

She then picked up her empty backpack, put it in her shoulder and left the Locker Room.

<<To Quarters>>

May 29th, 2006, 09:54 AM
<Quarters (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5341293&postcount=902)>

John walked into the room and saw that no one else was in there. Peace and quite just the way I like it. He never takes long in the shower, just like to be quick so he could head to work. He finished up and than got out his extra pair of BDU. His stomach made a gruggling sound. Well I know where I am headed next.

<Mess Hall (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5341337&postcount=1186)>

May 29th, 2006, 08:01 PM
(Quarters (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5341278&postcount=901))

Rachael walked into the locker room only to find it empty. Every time I come here it is empty. She walk over to her locker and pulled out her bag she than proceeded to go to the back stall. She took a quick shower and put on fresh BDU. As she was getting dressed she made herself a mental list of things to do: talk to General Blue, finish helping SG-1 with any translation if they need it, umm..what else check email, I think that is it for right now. She dinished gathering her stuff up and than headed back to her quarters.

(quarters (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5343285&postcount=903))

June 2nd, 2006, 07:28 PM
<Gym (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5361118&postcount=228)>

John took the stairs up to the Locker room, he figured he was already sweaty. He walked into the locker room and took just a quick cold shower. SHoved his bag into his locker than left.
He finished in ten minutes and but on his BDU and headed for the lounge.

<lounge (http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost.php?p=5361136&postcount=407)>

June 9th, 2006, 10:18 AM
<< from Quarters >>

Jensen took his time in the shower; thankfully, he was the only one there. After a brief blast of cold water to restore his sanity, he turned up the temperature and went about his normal routine.

Humming to himself he towelled off and redressed, running just a smiden of gel through his hair to acheive that slightly spiky mussed look. It was one of his few vanities.

Still humming, he stepped out of the locker room and almost ran into Kate and Dr. Steele. He couldn't help but grin. "Well- that was quick!"

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Tracy Jane
June 9th, 2006, 10:39 AM
"Thank you, Doctor Steele," Kate said politely, indicating by her tone that the doctor was no longer needed. She nodded and walked off, at which point Kate leaned lazily against the wall, raising her eyebrows and smiling at him. "Nice try, prettyboy.Yes, I know I deserved that." She sighed quietly, looking at him quietly. "Look... can you meet me after my appointment? Please?"

June 9th, 2006, 10:44 AM
"No problem," Jensen told her. "Have Hermione give me a page when you're done, and I can walk you back to your quarters."

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Tracy Jane
June 9th, 2006, 10:56 AM
"Thanks," she breathed in relief, suddenly realising that she had been tense. She pulled Jensen into a tight hug, a friendly hug, nothing more. It felt like ages since they had done that, without the other stuff, without the confusion. She knew in her head it was less than fortyeight hours, but living on this base, it sometimes felt like there was a time dilation device. She pulled away and watched him, chewing her lip. "So... shower... good?"

June 9th, 2006, 11:06 AM
"It was fine," he grinned at her, turning and heading toward Dr. Lancaster's office, a friendly arm draped across Kate's shoulders. "A little chilly at first, but other than that..."

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Tracy Jane
June 9th, 2006, 11:40 AM
"Chilly, mmmm?" Kate teased, leaning her head against him. "That'll teach you to mess around with me." She tightened her grip around his waist as she walked. "I should have taken that massage, I'm terrified," she admitted with a giggle as she walked with Jensen towards the office.

>>> to Lancaster's office.

June 9th, 2006, 12:31 PM

Rachael walked to the locker room still some what half asleep, she arrived to find it empty. She set her stuff down on the bench in front of her locker and undressed, grabbed a towel and headed back to take a shower. She took her time, but finished quickly so she could head to get breakfast.

She quickly got dressed and just put her things in her locker, not wanting to take them carry them back to her quarters.

<to Mess>

June 22nd, 2006, 10:10 AM
<<From Outdoors>>

Natasha jogged without loosing rhythm all the way to the Ladies Locker Room. She entered and grabbed a spare pair of clothes from her locker and a towel and went to take a fast shower. After all, she had slept outdoors in the open. She finished her shower, dried herself and put the clothes she had separeted on and the ones she had just taken off in the laundry basket with her name and room on them. She, then, left to the Mess Hall.

<<To Mess Hall>>

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Major Henderson
July 7th, 2006, 09:02 AM
Throwing her jacket on the bench Donna opened her locker and took out the things she needed for her shower, she placed the items on the bench and sat down next to them. There was alot going through her head at the moment maybe to much, she rubbed the back of her head as she was thinking. She blamed herself for losing Hanmer, it was her that told him to go with them. Bad call. Everyone has lost so much with the destruction of Earth and then she lose's a team member, who in all accounts was most likely still alive out there somewhere which maybe gave her a little hope. But she had no idea where not even a slight clue on where to start looking. She looked at the piece of paper Adams had given her 4 symbols were written down, there was no way they could do anything with this. Atleast if they had them all they would have had a chance. Another bad call to wait to the last minute before making a move. She folded the piece of paper and put it in the locker, grabbed her stuff and went off to the showers.

After a long while she emerged from the showers and dried off, changed into a fresh base uniform. Drying her hair she then tied it back and up in a bun. Once she was done Donna took what she needed from her locker including the piece of paper, closed the locker door over and made her way out, next destination to her room.

July 12th, 2006, 02:11 PM
After checking himself out of the Infirmery, Anthony arrived at his locker. He looked forward to taking a long shower and putting the events of the last mission in the back of his mind. It was still hard to imagine - being trapped off-world. He didn't want to guess what was being done to Hanmer. Hanmer's a tough kid. He'll get through it. Anthony entered the shower and turned on the water. His body shuddered slightly at the hit of cold water.

Later, refreshed and wet, he dried himself off. It occured to him that he was hungry, and had never taken advantage of those cookies he'd had. Well, they were probably cookie dust now. There should be something good in the Mess Hall. He made an amused noise. "Good" and "Mess Hall" didn't go together. Craptastic, I must be hungry if I'm hungry for commisery food. Well, the coffee was decent anyway. Coffee and something sweet. He changed into a new shirt and BDU pants, locked up and headed off.

(( To Mess Hall))

Major Henderson
July 13th, 2006, 02:54 PM
Feeling better after a shower Donna started to get ready. She couldnt help thinking about Lee a little even when she was trying not to. Oh well she should manage to avoid him for a while anyway. Not something she really did, having one night stands with people she just met. Different stituations different reactions. Not excatly the most productive way of forgetting about things, and then not exactly unpleasant either, she smirked at the thought, then shook her head she was suposed to be trying to forget. But she figured there would have been better ways to deal with her emotions than what she did. Well it's done now and well there werent any complaints from either of them.

Donna changed into her base uniform, dried her hair and tied it back putting it up this time. Thinking about what she was going to report to the General about Hanmer. Damn it! He was stuck off world god knows where and they still didnt know how to find him. she felt a small bit of anger rise towards herself, it was her fault he was missing and she hadnt done anything since she got back that would help find him. Once she was ready she closed over her locker checked her uniform over once more and headed out to the Generals office.

Horris Nell
July 15th, 2006, 08:03 PM
>>>From outdoors

Horris walked into the mens locker room, and strolled over to his locker. He opened it after combination, and looked into it. On the top shelf was his mission uniform and a spare base uniform, he had a couple belts hanging, extra patches, his shined boots, his hats, fingerless gloves, all put in "neat-style" and a couple pictures of him flying the F-15 and one with him and "his" crew pals. He couldnt help, but smile. He left his formal blues in his room, for whatever reason, not like he would get called or invited for something "formal" it just didnt seem to happen, at least not to him. Horris stretched and decided to hop in the shower, his muscles flexed a bit when the water hit him. About twenty minutes later he got out and dried up, before hopping into his base uniform he sprayed "Axe" on himself and a little on his clothes after he got dressed. What? It didnt hurt to smell good once in a while. It was good to be clean, and spiced up a bit. Horris then decided to go-go-well...somewhere.

>>To somewhere.

July 17th, 2006, 06:23 PM
Kym padded into the Locker room barefoot. She'd kicked off the annoying Infirmary slippers before reaching the elevator. Maintainence would wonder at them on the bottom of the shaft. She got her locker open and pulled out her personal's kit. Sitting on the bench, Kym slowly started unbraiding her 'tail'. The concrete-like mud from the planet had hardened in the core, forcing her to pick the hair loose. After getting only a inch of the length undone, she tossed it back over her shoulder and went to the showers. Maybe the running water will loosen it up.
The warm water felt like heaven. The woman stood, hands braced on the wall, letting it cascade over her head and down her back. Little by little, Kym could feel her braid start to soften. Finally, after she could get it all loose, she slathered her head with shampoo and worked it through. The muddy water at her feet was a beautiful sight. She washed it again until not a speck of dirt could be felt. Using her scrubby cloth, Kym obliterated every trace of the planet from her skin. I wish it would be that easy to wash some of the memories out of my mind.
Standing in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel, she looked at herself. "I won't ever forget you, Papa. I see your smile on my face. And Mama's eyes."
*ggggrrrroooowwwwlllll* At the noise from her belly, she laughed and blinked away the tears. "OK. I get the message. Food is next."
Slamming her locker shut, she wrapped herself back in the Infirmary robes and scooted down the two flights of stairs to her quarters on Level 6.

<< to Quarters >>

July 19th, 2006, 09:38 AM
Ben entered the rest room, and opened his locker, nothing was in it. He took off his watch and gun and placed them in the locker, locking it. He then headed to the showers, he needed a wash and to change into the proper SGC clothing.

Ben dried himself off and changed into his SGC clothing, he returned to his locker and took out his watch putting it on, and then his pistol which re put in his trouser back.

He closed the locker and left to check out the rest of the base.

<<Exit to Hanger>>

July 19th, 2006, 01:48 PM
<< from Quarters >>

Jaime trudged into the locker room and paused. She hadn't really had a bath yet, and however tempting the thought of a soak was, she figured she should shower off the worst of the dirt first.

She shed her clothes and turned on the water, sighing happily as it warmed. Stepping into the spray, she let the water simply course over her body and pound a staccato beat on her skull through her hair. She washed everything vigorously, shampooing her hair thoroughly, applying the stripping chemical to the faded portions of her hair and letting that sit while she scrubbed at her skin with a pouf and body wash. When that was accomplished she rinsed the chemical from her hair and put on a deep-conditioner on the now bright blonde strands, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around herself. Picking up her caddy she crossed and went into the small room that housed the bathtub.

She filled the tub, wrapping her hair in a smaller wrap she used for just that purpose. Finally satisfied, she stepped into the water and sank in as far as possible, sighing happily.

It was only when the water began to cool that Jaime roused herself. She rinsed the conditioner out and drained the tub, taking time to slather on a good layer of moisterizer (her skin hadn't quite been the same since the mud bath) before wandering back out to the lockers and getting dressed.

She'd had enough of BDUs for a while; feeling rebellious, she pulled out a pair of jeans and put them on. A white tank top under a lightweight baby blue fleece zippered jacket, fluffy socks, and her favorite pair of tennies completed her comfort clothes.

Picking up after herself, she headed back to her quarters, feeling like a new person.

<< to Quarters >>

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July 26th, 2006, 03:23 PM
Geore ran into the mens locker room and quickly opened his locker. He then quickly got into his jumpsuit and placed his cap on his head. He threw his othe clothes into the locker and locked. George then turned and sprinted out, knowing his team was waiting for him.

July 27th, 2006, 11:58 AM
<<From Quarters>>

Natasha entered the Ladies Locker Room and went directly towards her locker, she got a few personal items out of it and took a fast shower, then changed rapidly into a new set of BDUs. Feeling with a new spirit, she headed to the Armory to get her gear ready.

<<To the Armory>>

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August 3rd, 2006, 12:03 PM

Rachael walks into the locker room "Empty, I guess this place will be more alive when most of the teams aren't off world, I'll just have to enjoy the peace and quite for the time being," she think to herself as she walked over to her locker.

She pulls out a fresh pair of cloths and takes off hers and procedes to the showers, where she takes a quick shower. She wraps a towel around her and puts her hair back, than gets dressed.

As she is getting dressed her stomach growls, I can't remember the last time I ate something. She puts her gym bag in her locker than heads out.

<to Mess Hall>

September 24th, 2006, 08:35 PM
Both the Locker rooms shake, things fall and an explosion is heard.

December 22nd, 2006, 03:18 PM
<< from Quarters >>

Jensen took note of the base coming to life around them as they entered the elevator and headed toward the locker rooms. Kate looked pale and shaky, and accepted Dr. Lancaster's help without complaint; Jensen felt mostly fine, aside from a lingering wooziness/fog that he couldn't quite shake.

They stepped off the elevator and Min took Kate to the women's side; Jensen stopped at the door of the men's and cast Lt. Finch a dry look.

"I'll give it a go by myself," he said with a ruefull smile. "Just... listen for a big thud. If you hear that, I've hit the ground and you can come in and rescue me."

Chuckling under his breath, Jensen stepped inside. By the time he was done, washed up, and heading out the door, the room was beginning to ebb and flow at the edges of his vision, and he felt vaguely ill.

He stepped into the hallway to find Finch- as well as Hermione and Kate- all waiting for him. "I'll take that support now," he said quietly, and Finch stepped silently into place next to him, allowing Jensen to drape an arm across his shoulders and steady himself. Once settled, Jensen looked up at Hermione. "I'm thinking I need something to eat," he suggested. "My belly's not liking the combo of water and drugs and no food. How about...." He looked at Kate. "How about we go back to our rooms and have Finch grab something for us to eat?"

<< back to Quarters >>

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Domavatus Vestul Motabilium
December 22nd, 2006, 10:32 PM
((OOC: wow, you two post a lot, I always have to play catch up when i get home from work.))

Matching stride as best he can with the taller man Finch walks along side Dr. Winchester as they head back towards Major Howard's room. At the mention of food he realises that he hasn't eaten in quite some time himself and that Jensen had mentioned eating last before he went on his lunch run around the hangar.

"I think food sounds like a great idea, and water too yes? Any particular preference on what I grab, personally i think all the M.R.E.'s taste the same but I hear some people can tell the difference. I'll head up as soon as we get the two of you back where you can sit down."

<<Back to Quarters>>

December 23rd, 2006, 01:35 AM
((OOC lol, shelbel is a posting machine, hard to keep up with, i assure you ))

Tracy Jane
January 6th, 2007, 09:08 PM
<<from Hangar Bay>>

Rotating her neck, Hermione came into the locker rooms and made her way to her own section. It seemed that a bench had slid and damaged the door during the quake and she struggled to open it. In the end it was a kick of frustration that did the job, allowing her access to her belongings.

A quick glance at the door elicited a frown from the base psychiatrist. A picture of the family, complete as it was back then. Mark; grinning and full of spirit. Rowena; probably not much shorter than now, but with long hair that fell in curls towards the ends. Geoff; his face sporting a smile so obviously forced, already showing the tensions and the growing rift. And she was there too, but she wasn't going to dwell on the past any longer.

She slammed the door back shut and walked to a shower cubicle, testing the water first, having to let it run for a few minutes to run out the brown, murky water, as well as to let it heat up. Once in the shower, she rotated and massaged her neck gently, trying to relieve a little tension. It had been a hell of a day. Hell of a week.

After drying off and dressing, Hermione tipped the bench onto its feet and sat on it, thinking quietly. Half of her wanted to head to the infirmary, on two counts, as it was surely there that Nick was now being held. But Callista needed her privacy.

Yes. She was certain that by now, Callista would have gone to his side. Can't keep that girl away.

The doctor smiled ruefully and got to her feet once more.

<<to quarters>>

May 11th, 2007, 08:44 AM
<< From Quarters >>

Natasha entered the Ladies Locker Room and chose a shower. After that she left her bag close to it and disrobed, geting inside the shower space. She opened the water half hot, half cold and let it wash away her exaustion. She then dried herself and dressed herself in civvies: black sports sweatpants and a white sleeveless blouse. She collected her stuff back into the bag, put it across her shoulder and left the Locker Room back into her quarters.

<< To Quarters >>

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May 12th, 2007, 06:12 PM

John walked into the locker room, finding it empty, he looked around and got to his locker. He grabbed a fresh towel and stripped off his cloths, walking over to the stall he turned on the water and let it pelt him in the back for a few minutes, just standing there emersion in the water. He took several deep breaths. He stood under the hot water for several mintues after he finished cleaning, just to feel the water on his face.

He grabbed the towel and walked over to a sink, wiping the small amount of condenstation off of it he look in the mirror, God I need to shave, he told himself. He pulled out a razor and shaved than got dressed.

Shoving his bag into his locker and closing it. He took a seat as he put on his shoes, he sat there for a few mintues. I know I shouldn't worry about Rachael, but if I don't do something to help around here, I will go mad. Well with what happened on sublevel 10, they probably could use a hand. Alright that settles it I will go and help out down there.

He stood up and walked toward the door, and made his way down to sublevel 10, resisting the urge to stop by the infimary on his way down.

<<To sublevel 10>>

May 24th, 2007, 11:55 AM

Rachael walked into the empty locker room, she could feel that someone not to long ago had been in here. But now it was vacant. She walked up to her locker and opened it up. She took a deep breathe as she stood there, she glanced up and saw several picture she had stashed away in there. She resisted the urge to look at them. She grabbed a towel and began to strip off her cloths. Walking over to the showers she look around the room. She turns on the water and waits a few minutes for it to heat up.

She lets the water run over her face and wet her hair, just standing there she realizes how good this felt. She stood there for what seemed like hours, but it was only about thirity minutes. She finished up and than got dressed, she sat on the bench, thinking I have got to figure all this out, I have to tell John and soon. I am going to go crazy if I don't get this out there. Why did Geroge have to leave? I don't know if it solved a problem or caused more of one.

She finally finished getting on her shoes and stood up, she felt so much better. God did I need that. I should be thanking Dr. Steele for forcing me to stay away from work for the next 36 hours. She shoved he stuff locker and walked out the room.

<To Quarters>

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June 1st, 2007, 08:54 PM
[Capt. Carol "CJ" Johannson-NPC]

<<From Quarters>>

CJ entered the locker room, and quickly grabbed a towel, and headed for the back shower. It had always been her favorite shower stall and probably always would be. She smiled to herself at the irony that she was the least shy girl in the entire military to her knowledge, and yet, for whatever reason, she always chose to use the back shower stall whenever possible, and most of the other women knew to let her have it. Especially those few members of the military bases she had stayed on that she outranked. Just one more perk of being a good officer.

She used a small amount of body wash on the washcloth as she scrubbed the sweat off her body. She stretched while still standing under the running water, rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in the towel, and headed back to the main locker area to get dressed.

CJ fastened the last button on her top and checked her reflection in the mirrior. Satisfied, she headed for the labs to continue the research that she had started the night before with some of the other lab dwellers.

<<To Science Labs>>

July 5th, 2007, 04:31 PM
<<From Quarters>>

[Capt. Carol "CJ" Johannson]

CJ stood under the cascading hot water for a full minute before lathering a small amount of soap between her hands and scrubbing it over her body. She stepped out of the shower a short time later and quickly changed into her clean clothes. Smiling at herself in the small mirror, she nodded her head approvingly. That's much better. She towel dried her hair and pulled it back into a clip, allowing to finish air drying and creating the perfect bun of curls. She sprayed a small amount of vanilla splash body spray in the air and walked through the cloud so that the scent was evenly distributed over her whole body. After using what had to be the last dab of her liquid foundation to try to cover the circles under her eyes, she dared to look at her watch one more time. Perfect, I have just enough time left to drop off my shower bag and still meet Robert on time.

<<To Quarters>>

July 5th, 2007, 07:00 PM
<<From Quarters>>

Letting the hot water run over him, he shook his head, thinking how he disliked cold water. After just allowing the water to pelt him, he scrubbed the grime off his body. Several minutes later, he emerged from the shower and changed into his clean clothes. His hand paused over his bandanna. It was his trademark; he almost always wore it and yet, he decided to break with tradition leaving it in the shower bag. Checking his watch once again, he saw that he had just a couple of minutes left. 'Good enough. I can live with that.' Grabbing the shower bag, he headed back.

<<To Quarters>>

m-16 a2
July 24th, 2007, 03:48 PM
Man, you guys are really into this, huh?

July 24th, 2007, 04:22 PM
((... Yeah, we kinda are. That's why we've all signed onto this over time. :daniel23:))

August 13th, 2007, 02:03 PM
Ladies Locker Room - Sub Level 7

Kim opened her locker and placed all her fresh cloths inside, then walked into the showers. After taking a nice long showers she came back out all cleaned and hair washed. Feeling ab it better with her muscles, she changed into her BDU and tired her hair into a bun.

Dumping the used cloths into the wash, she walked out and made her way for the post mission physical. She could always eat afterwards.

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<<To Infirmary>>

SG-ina 1
August 14th, 2007, 01:11 AM
The locker room was empty. That was just as well. Gripley found her own locker and started changing from her civvies into her ABU.

A new day, new chances. Perhaps today she'd hear whether she got assigned to a team, or was rejected...

She still hoped for SG-2, but right now, she would be happy with any team. As long as she got to go off-world, out into the universe. She hadn't trained all this time to be stuck here on the Alpha Site. She wanted to get out there!

Once in her ABU Gripley sat down on the bench in front of her locker, thinking...

After a short while Gripley got up. "Well, here goes nothing" she told herself, and, gathering courage, she left the locker room.

August 15th, 2007, 01:13 PM
Harvey showed Ryn into the ladies locker room, on the way down in the elevators she'd tried to fill in Ryn on as much as possible, well mainly the base layout. she headed to her locker and then remebered that Ryn didn't have anything to make use of. She headed over to a store cupboard, it was where they kept supplies in case of unexpected visitors and or emergencies. She pulled out a few bits and slung them in a wash bag then from the next cupboard she pulled out a pair of overalls and a towel.

"I'm afraid its nothing flash but I'm sure you'll manage" She handed her the wash bag and headed to her locker. As she started to strip off she called over the door. "No need to stand on ceromany, showers are there" she pointed toward the rows of cubicles "theres plenty of room in them, so if you hang your kit on the back of the door it wont get wet if you pull the inner curtain." Harvey grabbed one of the newly laundered bath sheets and wrapped it around her, then slipped into a pair of flip flops she kept to hand in her locker. Grabing her own wash bag she headed for a nearby cubicle and fiddled with the temp of the water so it was just right. Happy it was all good she stepped under the water and let the hot stream massage her shoulders. For several minutes she stood there just relaxing and letting everything wash away.

August 15th, 2007, 01:23 PM
Ryn made sure she remembered everything Harvey had told her. Even if some details slipped by she now had the main idea. The showers and locker rooms seemed to be having a logical lay-out, and she followed Harvey's instructions to the letter. Frowning slightly at the overall she got given, Ryn began to undress herself.
The shower felt great. It was so good to feel the hot water pour over her. She let it run a good long while before she started washing herself, making sure all the sand and sweat got washed away. The soap wash was quick, then another good long rinse and she was done.

Towelling herself dry she headed back to the locker room and got dressed.

The overall didn't really fit, the sleeves and legs were a bit too short but Ryn didn't really care. They were clothes. She'd get her own soon enough.

"Guess I'll be having to find new uniform stuff sooner or later," she muttered, zipping up the overall. Reluctantly, she tossed her old uniform in one of the laundry baskets which seemed to hold similar things.

"Okay. Infirmary now?" She brushed her hair a little, it was still damp from the shower. She looked completely different now, the soldier-image had almost disappeared. It was only there through her stance.

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August 15th, 2007, 01:34 PM
Harvey took a little longer than Ryn to get showered, that was the down side to having long hair. She emerged with the towel back around her and another wrapped about her hair in a turban style. "I think I got most of the sand out" she laughed nowing full well she would still find the odd bit next shower too, sand did that. "Be with you in a minute, just gonna chuck on some kit and sort this out" she pointed at her hair.

A few minutes later she re appeared in a fresh uniform, her shirt hanging loose and her hair damp and tied in a rough knot. She noticed the ill fitting overall "We'll find you a proper uniform just as soon as we get out of the infirmary" she promised. "So lets get this over and done with and then we can get you settled"

August 15th, 2007, 01:39 PM
Ryn smiled and watched Harvey walk about in the locker room and the shower room. The overall was comfy enough though she did miss her clothes.

She wondered whether to ask about the hair but decided not to, that was probably too personal for Harvey to answer. They weren't really that close yet that Ryn felt she could ask stuff like that.

"Thanks." She smiled when Harvey explained about the uniform. "Infirmary it is, then." Ryn sighed deeply, not looking forward to the ProdPokeEvent, and followed Harvey to outside.

((To Infirmary))

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August 20th, 2007, 11:45 AM
<<From Quarters>>

He walked into find the locker room deserted, no one there yet. He was slightly surprised but relished the peace and quite. He got in the shower and felt instantly refreshed upon getting out. He quickly got dressed than headed out to sublevel 10.

<<sublevel 10>>

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August 20th, 2007, 02:57 PM
<< from Quarters >>

Bare feet slapping on the rough tile floor, Kym walked over to her locker. She left her clean clothes in the opened cabinet and, unselfconsciously, stripped off the infirmary scrubs. Kicking them under the bench for the time being, the woman grabbed her shower bag and a clean towel on her way to the showers.
While she waited for the water to get good and hot, Kym painfully unraveled her braid. Dirt, dust and sweat glued the hairs together. Finally, she could pull free the colored cords woven into it and wrap them into a small bunch to be washed later.
"Oooohhhhhh," she groaned as the water sluiced over her skin, carrying away the first layer of grit. Ducking her head under the flow, Kym felt it separate the narrow 'tail' of hair laying on her back.
It took 3 washings to get herself clean and to wash the resultant sandy deposits down the drain.
Reluctantly, Kym turned off the water and dried off. The towel took most of the moisture out of her narrow, waist length section of hair, the short brush on top of her head was dry almost immediately.
After getting dressed, Kym slipped on her moccasins, collected the scrub suit, tossed her towel in the bin, slammed her locker and left.

<< back to Quarters >>

August 21st, 2007, 11:49 AM
Adria walked into the changing room noticing it was empty. She hung her clothes on a rack not that they were clean and got into the first shower. <Ahhhhhhh> she thought as the watter started to wash away the day. She sat in teh shower for a while before finaly getting out and wrapping herself in a towl.

Colonel Sharp
August 22nd, 2007, 07:43 PM
Sharp walked into the men's locker room, looking around he smiled as he had the whole thing to himself. Taking a seat on the bench he took off his boots once again. Cracking his 'toe knuckles' by pressing them against the floor he then proceeded to get the dirty uniform off and finally to the shower.
He got in and turned the shower to almost scolding hot. Quickly washing himself off he then leaned his head against the wall and let the water run over him. Looking at his watch he moaned and turned the shower off. He had to tell Blue about the alter.

Grabbing a towel he dried himself off and shook his hair out. He put on a new fresh uniform and stretched out his arms. Wow, this feels....clean. Now happy he didn't have sand attached to his body he took a quick glance at the photos of friends and family, his eyes slightly lingering on a photo of Paul. Smiling at the fact he had come to terms, he shut the locker and proceeded to Blue's office.

August 26th, 2007, 09:29 AM
Adria was getting dressed as the alarm went off. Grabing her jacket off the hook she took off running out of the gateroom. <<What is going on she thought?>>

August 28th, 2007, 09:49 AM
<<From Gym and Quarters>>

Chikozu slowed her running pace soon as she reached the shower stall. Placing her utensils on a bench, she shed her gym outfit, and wrapped herself in a towel, then headed to the showers. Washing was quick, just a bit of soap and a long rinse since she'd only just washed herself thoroughly about an hour before.

Done, Ryn re-wrapped the towel around her and started drying herself, then began to dress herself in the uniform.

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August 28th, 2007, 03:15 PM
<< from Gym >> [ Colonel Harvey ]

Harvey came trotting into the locker room, "Oh, good. You are here. I didn't get an answer at your quarters and hoped you hadn't gone off to the Mess yet."
The colonel stripped off her barely used workout clothes and, after a quick rub down with a damp towel, started putting on her uniform. "Right after you left, a messenger came looking for us. General Blue wants to meet before the de-briefing."
She finished tying her boots and looked to Chikozu, "Nothing to worry about. He only bites once in a while." Harvey grinned to show it was a joke.

Colonel 'H' Harvey - CO SG3

August 29th, 2007, 12:23 AM
Ryn paused halfway through her dressing. "Oh." She said at the news of the impending meet, a little shocked. "That's fast." The joke Harvey made didn't really register.

"Uh... OK. I'll be right there."

Surprised to find her heart wasn't hammering in her throat, Ryn hurriedly finished dressing, not wanting to let the General wait. She rubbed her boots until they shone. The redhead then brushed her hair in front of a mirror embedded in a locker door, and tried inspecting herself. Right. Boots shiny? Check. Uniform wrinkle-free? Check. Hair as per regs? Check.

"How do I look?" Ryn asked, and stood at attention in front of Harvey.

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August 29th, 2007, 03:26 AM
[ Colonel Harvey ]

The Colonel walked a circle around Ryn, inspecting her, "Good. Very good. Proper military. That'll make a good first impression."
Unconsciously, Harvey was tweaking her own uniform into perfect shape. "You're ready. Let's go."
As they walked down the hall, she gave the younger woman some advice, "Go with the flow. He won't bite your head off if you can't answer a question. Be honest. If you don't know, say so."

Colonel 'H' Harvey - CO SG3

August 29th, 2007, 03:38 AM
Ryn smiled as she passed Harvey's inspection. "Thanks."

She closed the locker she'd picked out of the guest lockers with her mini padlock. Until there was one with her name on it, she was using these. It now held her toiletries, and only that since she hadn't had time to add anything else.

The two women left for the General's office, Ryn listening attentively to Harvey's advice. "OK. I'll uh, keep it in mind." He didn't sound all that different from other CO's she had known but of course she wouldn't be certain until she actually met him.

<< To General Blue's Office >>

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August 31st, 2007, 04:01 PM
[Sub-level 7 locker room)

Micheal enters the locker room and wonders over to the sinks.

"Darn it look like a coal miner with a crushed street cone on my head, wait till Jean hears about this," all of a sudden Micheal's last few words seemed to hit him in the gut. Micheal turns on the water and cups his hands to the collect water. After waiting a few seconds Michael splashes water on his face and towels off his dirty face but most of the dirt and grime is still there. Micheal tosses the dirty towel in the hamper by the line of sinks. He then turns on his heal and heads to the showers.

While walking over to the showers Micheal is sniffling a little. Once at the showers he strips down the completely dirty coveralls and walks in the shower stall. After it appeared that all the dirt was off his muscular body the walks out of the shower drys off and puts on his shorts and t-shirt. After a quick look in the mirror to make sure all the dirt is off his face he heads to back his room.

September 1st, 2007, 01:53 PM
[Sub-level 7 locker room]
Micheal comes running in the locker room in a pair of jeans and his stripping of his Cubs Jersey. He reaches his locker throws his shirt in there grabs a towel. While he runs to the sink Micheal his lathering face up with shaving cream and unknown to him he is leaving a trail of shaving cream behind him on the floor.

After a quick and bloody job of shaving his face Micheal heads back and notices the trail of shaving cream. Micheal igornes the trail until he gets back to his locker and throws on a under shirt and his Cubs jersey. As he makes his way to the urinals he cleans up the trail of shaving cream.
After doing his business and throwing the towel in the hamper he runs out of the locker room to the elevator.

[Sub-level 7 hallway]
While waiting for the elevator Micheal tries to meditate standing up but it appears that Micheal's mind is focused on the speed of the elevator. "These elevator never run fast enough when you need them to run fast." After what seemed to Micheal an eternity the elevator doors open and he steps on up to level 2.

SG-ina 1
September 2nd, 2007, 01:09 PM
Gripley walked into the women's locker room. In an elevated mood and thus working at high speed she took a shower and got dressed again. Aah, she thought, now that feels good. And now it's really time to get something to eat.

<<off to mess hall>>

September 2nd, 2007, 04:43 PM
(OOC( I am assuming that it is four in the morning or a little later))

[Sub-level 7 Locker rooms]

Micheal walked quickly into the male locker room. Once inside he he got to his locker striped of his jeans, jersey, and lab coat to get into a pair of coveralls. Micheal had tossed his clothes on some hooks in the locker, he then grabbed the electrical tool kit and ran off into the direction of elevator.

(Micheal hopped on the elevator as soon as the door opened becuase at this time of night almost nobody is riding)

September 3rd, 2007, 05:59 PM
<< From quarters >>

She came into the ladies locker room, which was empty, and went towards her locker in order to let some personal stuff there. It was all so surreal after long months with the Jaffa and Romans at Dakara she was finally back living in a Human base surrounded by earthlings that at first she thought she wouldn't be able to get resettled and left most of her stuff still packed in case she freaked out and decided to go live off-world again. Somehow it felt odd, she got unused to human company she guessed. She would have to get used to it again. She chose to come here, it was time to settle in. The fact that she went on mission back to Dakara just after two days on the base didn't help much either.

She almost felt as if she couldn't do it anyway, especially with what was going on with her. What if she lost control over this new funky thing that just crept out of herself to get her? People don't like someone around them who can literally read their minds like a book, virtually see all they want to keep hidden. It would complicate everything. She couldn't loose control, it wasn't an option.

Setting her mind on that, she undressed and went into the shower. She turned the hot water on and let it rinse the tiredness from her body. Then she dried herself and dressed a pair of clean BDUs and placing her stuff into her locker instead of taking it back to her quarters for the first time. It was a final mark that she was going to make this work whatever it took her.

<< To Mess Hall >>

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September 3rd, 2007, 07:24 PM
<<From Mess Hall>>

CJ quickly shed the oversized t-shirt and jeans that she had been wearing, stuffed them into her locker, grabbed a clean towel from the pile and made her way over to the shower stalls. Shaking off the last of her sleep as she stood under the lukewarm water, she made a mental list of the various projects that she had in the lab that needed to be completed. What about Robert? The thought was unbidden and CJ almost screamed aloud for it to go away. Now was not the time, nor the place to be thinking about Lt. Hughes. She forced herself to think of him as just another military man, and not someone that she was secretly involved with. She wondered how the rest of his evening had gone. No, no, no, no. Do not think about it Johannson. The next thought to enter her mind was of Devin. She wondered how he was doing and briefly considered going up to visit him. No, not yet, she would wait until this afternoon. Hopefully giving him a chance to work through whatever emotions had been plauging him the night before, unless he didn't remember.

CJ stepped out of the shower, her thoughts continuing to swirl around her like a hurricane. Work, think about work. she tried coaching herself. Not working. Maybe she could concentrate better if she was in the lab. With that as her final thought, she made the final adjustments to her uniform, checked her reflection in the mirror, smiled to herself and headed for the lab.

<<To Science Lab>>

September 3rd, 2007, 07:24 PM

Rachael walked into the empty locker room. She walked up to her locker and grabbed her bag. Than a couple of towels, than stipping off her cloths she set them down in the locker and walked back to the last stall. She turned on the water than when it was nice and hot she stepped in.

She let the water just beat down on her for a few seconds before she started to wash her hair. She started to think of her yesterday. There is so much I didn't tell George about my own past. I don't think he quite understands what I am going trough. Its not just having my brother around that makes my life complicated. I haven't even told him about the other thing. Stop Rachael just focus on the work you have to get done, then you can worry about relationships.

She finally finished in the shower so she got dressed quickly. Crap, I have to check my email than I can head to the mess. I'll just grabb my laptop than head to the mess I am starving. She put her stuff back in her locked and headed back to her quarters to grab her lap top then headed to the mess.

<To Mess--with short stop at Quarters>>

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September 3rd, 2007, 10:13 PM
Micheal stepped off the elevator and headed toward the locker room. Once he stepped inside the locker room and was surprised not to be met with fog and humidity from the showers in fact only one or two of the showers where on. Micheal went over to his locker stripped down, wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed his locker room set of toiletries then wandered over to the showers.

Out of the corner of his eye Micheal could see the various scars from his past covering various parts of his trunk in a mirror next to him. The scars to him where very visible but according to his friends and some close people they could barley see the scars. Micheal chose a shower and waited till the water was warm then jumped in. Micheal didn't often think in the shower but for some reason his mind was on work, the conversation Rachel and Natasha where having even though he had only heard pieces of it and really had no clue what it was about, what person had not remarked about the weapon damage to the UAV, what Ryn meant by just getting here just now, and his scars.

The shower was longer then normal because he was thinking about all the various things in his brain Micheal got out of the shower then toweled off. He then headed to his locker where he grabbed some sweat pants put them on and then grabbed his dirty civvie clothes from earlier. While he was making his way to the elevator he was trying to remember when the last time he had swam.

September 11th, 2007, 06:23 AM
<From Armory>
Michael entered the locker room with a smile on his face he was glad that he was about to work day shift in about an hour-an-a-half and he was his glad to start swimming again. Once he got to the locker and opened it the smile quickly went away from his face. Michael was met with a copy of Jane's photo on the inside of the locker door. All morning long he had not thought of her or "Earth that was," he guessed he was still trying to deal with her death and the death of his friends.

Michael stripped out of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. On his way to a shower stall he made sure to keep his eye off the mirror. Michael turned on the shower and the water was colder then the river's so he let the water warm up. While the shower was getting warmed up he got his toiletries out of his locker and shaved and the like. Once in the shower made sure to keep his mind from wandering again like last time. After the shower Michael got dressed in a clean and dry pair of garrison Olive Drab BDUs.

<To Mess Hall>

September 19th, 2007, 04:07 AM
<<From Quarters>>

Ryn hurried inside, and threw the clothes on the bench as well as the small, green canvas rucksack. She quickly shed her uniform and started pulling on the civvies, just a jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers for now, since the top Tyler'd promised wasn't there yet. She looked at the t-shirt and groaned, it had seen better days. Its colour was indeterminable. Maybe at one time it had been .... she squinted at it... Red? Hard to say.

She jogged on the spot for a few minutes, needing to get rid of some nervousness, and waited for Tyler and the others.

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September 19th, 2007, 09:21 AM
<< from Quarters >>

"Hey, chica," Kym carolled as she swept into the Locker room, "Got your shirt."
She waved it like a flag before handing it to Ryn. "The green should look great with your coloring."
The woman popped open her locker and took out the zippered kit with her personal supplies. Stuffing it into her pack, she crashed the door shut and watched as Ryn finished dressing.

September 19th, 2007, 09:26 AM
Ryn eyed the garment quizzically and suspiciously. "Ooooh-kayyy...." She put it on. It seemed to fit just right. But she wasn't too sure about the whole... fashion... of it all.
"Right well, I guess it'll be suitable, thank-you, oh I will be needing a jacket if I'm going to have a holster on me .... My knives and zat need a home. And I didn't bring any civvie jackets, since I don't own any.". She sighed. "Guess I lost sight of such things."

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September 19th, 2007, 03:11 PM
Kym made a face, "I don't have another jacket." She bit her lip and thought for a second, her expression brightening as something struck her. Tugging on Ryn's arm, she pulled her out of the locker room and over to the armory.

<< to Armory >>

September 26th, 2007, 01:23 AM
Men's Locker Rooms/Showers

Black stood in and made a beeline for his locker, opening it he took out a fresh towel, clothes and few washing supplies and headed towards the shower. Seeing no one, he walked into a cubic. Turning on the water, he striped of his soiled clothes while he waited for the water to heat up, obtaining the level of temperature he wanted he walked under the water.

It took him a moment under the water to realize that his muscles were now unwinding themselves. He hadn't paid attention to he fact that he had tensed till now. Running his hand through his wet hair he shook his head to shake out the water but more for the cobwebs that were in his mind.

After cleaning his face and the rest of his body of the grime and sweat, he turned of the water and took the towel of it's spot on the hook that was on the back of the door. Drying himself off he changed into the fresh set of BDU's as he threw his sweat covered BDu's into the wash.

Running the towel over his hair, he studied his reflection in the mirror and took note of the 2 day shadow that was on his face. Sighing he pulled out his shaving kit and shedding of the light traces of the beard that had been growing. Putting everything back in his shaving bag, he gazed at his face in the mirror again.

Exhaling deeply he tried to think some way of telling Claire, about how he felt. He closed his eyes when he realized that it wasn't going to be easy, not after the experience of finding out regarding their counterparts in the other reality.

Zack knew he had the chance to tell her. When and how wasn't going to be easy, especially not with the regs still in place. Unlike him, his twin had been lucky. The other Zach had gotten the love of one woman, he was still waiting on. But AU Zack had lost his Claire leaving him as a single father of a two year old. Seeing himself as a father had been odd at first, but seeing the boy was a shock. The kid was totally cute and full of life and mischief. Giving his reflection a half a grin his toughs turned to Claire.

He hadn't discounted the strain in her body language or her voice, when he has seen her again before she left with AU Davis, a man he wasn't fated to know at all.

But with Claire something has happened. Black was sure of that, but had transpired was something only Davis knew. She had been a little distant with him, avoided making eye contact when ever she could.

Rubbing his eyes he internally growled. What had his twin done? If she had seen him, knowing he was thinking a huge IF, Zack sighed as he discarded his towel and walked out of the locker rooms and towards the infirmary.

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<To Infirmary>>

October 14th, 2007, 08:09 PM
<From Sub-level 7>
Micheal walked in the mens' locker room deep in his own thoughts. When he got to his locker he threw the electrical gloves on top of the locker and threw his clean clothes on a hangar in the locker.

After quickly stripping and threw a towel around his waist Michael headed for the showers. Once in the shower he turned on the water and forgot how cold the water comes out of the faucet first thing so he ended up jumping and slipping. Michael tried to his best keep himself from falling but he ended up on the floor. Before he could get up he noticed that his interior of his cheek hurt and there was blood in his mouth. Michael got up cursing at himself for being so forgetful and grabbed his towel and wondered over to the sink to check out hos cheek in the mirror.

Once at the mirror Michael noticed that he would be fine but he was going to be careful how he ate for a couple of days. He then quickly went back to his shower which was now to hot. He finally got in the shower after he had turned down the temperature of shower. After his shower Michael got toweled off and dressed then wondered over to the sinks to brush his teeth and the like. Once done Michael headed out the door toward the Vehicle Staging Area and Repair Lab to return the gloves.

<Vehicle Staging Area and Repair Lab>
Micheal tossed the gloves back where the belong then heads toward stairs.

Northern Girl
October 16th, 2007, 10:35 AM
<From Infirmary>

Panting heavily after running the four stairs at full speed, the adrenaline had finally subsided. Tim went around in the hallway for a couple of minutes, letting his breathing return to normal before he began to stretch first the front and then the back side of his legs.
‘Not exactly the workout I had in mind…’ He started pacing again, stretching his arms and shoulders as he went passed the door to the Gateroom and then into the locker room.
Tim shed his sweaty clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist, and after making sure he was alone, did some target practice with them as he tossed them in the laundry bin one by one. ‘Childish?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘Guess so…’ and went in to one of the cubicles.

10 minutes and one hot shower later he put on some new BDU’s and headed for mess to grab a hit and run coffee and donut, before getting back to the Infirmary.

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October 18th, 2007, 05:09 AM

Adria's formal uniform was in her locker from when she had changed origanly. She jumped in the shower and quickly cleaned. Getting out of the shower she actualy brushed her hair for this and changed into her full uniform. <God I hate this> she thought as she picked up the hat and made her way to the General's Office.

November 12th, 2007, 06:17 PM
<<From Science Labs>>

[Ladie's Locker Room]

CJ quickly showered, staying under the spraying water just long enough to help her wake up, and to scrub her body with a small portion of what was left of the Dove(c) soap bars that were so coveted on the base. Sighing to herself she towel dried her hair, and quickly managed to throw on a clean base uniform and give herself a final look in the mirror to be sure that she at least looked mostly presentable before heading off to the mess hall. She would grab a muffin and some coffee, and head back to the labs to find out what she had been working on when she feel asleep the previous night. Right now she couldn't remember exactly what her final thoughts of conciousness had contained. She knew that the computer would be able to answer all her questions. That is, unless she feel asleep while holding down the backspace key. The thought made CJ shudder at the possibility that her work could be lost, and she managed to use that to inspire her expediency to get to the mess, and then get back to the labs.

<<To Mess Hall>>

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November 16th, 2007, 10:42 AM
<From Quarters>

Rachael walked into the locker room, it was actually quite full this morning filled with those who had been working the night shift and were trying to unwind from there day. She smiled at a few of the SF and walked over to her locker. She pulled put her robe up and got a fresh towel. She undressed and wrapped the towel around her, grabbing her shower bag she headed to the last stall.

Rachael turned on the water and waited till it got hot till she stepped under the water putting her towel on the rack. She stood under the water for several minutes before she grabbed her shampoo, she inhaled the bottle of herbal essence; she loved the smell of the exotic fruit. She used this only sparingly, knowing that soon her supply would run out eventually.

She washed her hair than stood there letting the water drip over her skin, and hit her back. She finished washing up than turned off the water and pulled the towel around her, grabbing a second one and wrapping her hair up. She walked over to her locker and took a deep breathe than started to get dressed. She put on her skirt and shirt. Slipping on her shoes she looked in the mirror on her locker and grabbed her make up.

She stood in front of one of the sinks and began to finish getting ready. She looked up at the mirror once she was done and smiled. Walking back over to her locker she put her things back up and headed out of the her quarters.

<To Quarters>

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<From Quarters>

John walked into the locker room he looked around and he was the only one in there so far. He put his rob up and hopped into the shower, fifteen minutes later he got dressed into a fresh pair of BDUs. He walked over to the mirror and look in it.

He brushed his hand across his face and thought, Yeah defiantely need to shave. He pulled out his razor and grabbed some shaving cream and shaved. Washing off the rest of the shaving cream he looked into the mirror. Okay we are good to go. He walked back and put his kit into the locker, than headed out of the room. Now breakfast with Rachael, I hope she is doing okay this morning.

<to Mess Hall>

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November 18th, 2007, 05:25 PM
<< From Quarters >>

Natasha entered the Ladies Locker Room and went to her locker where she had left her personal stuff the day before. There were a few women in the room which was to be expected at that hour of the day. She took her shower bag and a towel and, closing the locker, went towards one of the free stalls.

She placed the towel on the rack and the shower bag in the caddy, disrobed and turned the water on, letting it get hot enough to relax her body since she hadn't slept that night. She let the water flow over the surface of her body and relax her while she took care of washing herself for the day.

After she was finished, Natasha turned the water off and dried herself with the towel, later wrapping herself in it as she took her shower bag and grabbed the clothes ball she had previously thrown out of the stall against the wall. Getting to her locker, she put inside the two items and took the clothes she'd wear for the day and dressed them, putting away the towel to dry. She was so absentminded and going with the morning flow that she didn't actually took into consciousness that she had picked civvies to wear that morning.

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<< To Mess Hall >>

November 20th, 2007, 06:06 AM
[[from quarters]]

Larry entered the locker room and opened his locker, pulling out the shower gear he had stowed there. Heading over to a sink, he broke out his razor and shaving cream and deftly removed the stubble that had grown on his face, neatly squaring off his goatee. The task completed, he rinsed out the sink after cleaning his razor then returned the shaving kit to his locker and cranked up a shower.

Entering the stall, he breathed deeply as the steam from the hot water clouded the air. As he lathered up, his thoughts drifted to his friend Lance. 'After all he's been through with Sandra and as long as he's been hurting, I'm thrilled for him. I just hope things work out for the guy, he needs someone to care about, as much as anyone, maybe more so since he's had a void in that area for so long. I guess the AU mission did him a lot of good, and this shield tech is intriguing. I hope our scientists can get it to work, the most I'd be able to do is help Bellano with some of the mechanical issues of mounting it. Still, I haven't seen McKinnon excited about tech like this since... well, since before Sandra. I'm guessing Ashwood is going to be quite good for him, though I don't know her at all. Maybe I should talk to Sharp, though it may be awkward, I know the Colonel is Lance's best friend and is in a position to know the two of them better than just about anyone else here.'

While his thoughts meandered, he grabbed the Head & Shoulders and lathered it into his hair, his fingers massaging his scalp. For some reason, he was more conscious about the little things in his appearance now that he was a team 2IC. He smiled to himself as he realized that like Lance was finally able to put Sandra behind him, maybe this new position was the catalyst Larry needed to finally put the SEAL incident behind and move forward.

He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and stood under the hot water for a bit, letting the pressure massage his upper back for a bit. After a couple of minutes, he shut off the water and dried off. Returning to his locker, he put on the BDU's he'd brought with him, and noticed with a smile that orderlies had already changed out the patches to reflect his new assignment to SG-4. Admittedly the velcro attachment made the task a bit easier, but he was pleased by their attention to detail.

Looking in the mirror, and applying a just the right amount of gel to keep his hair in place, he smiled, satisfied that he was at least looking decent enough to reflect his new position as the 2IC of SG-4.

Tossing the towel into the laundry bin, he replaced his shower gear, closed the locker, and headed to the mess hall to grab a late breakfast and a healthy dose of coffee.

[[to mess hall]]

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December 1st, 2007, 09:26 PM
<From Outdoors>

After making a quick stop at his quarters to pick up his duty uniform, a sweaty Lieutenant Michaels entered the Men's Locker Room. He placed his uniform on a bench and turned on one of the showers. He undressed and stepped in, immediately feeling relief on his aching muscles. He stood there and soaked for a moment. Relaxing in the hot water, Gabe clears his mind and prepares himself for the coming day. Michaels washes up and turns off the shower. After drying, he dresses himself in his ACUs and heads to the mess hall, dropping his PT uniform off at his room in the process.

<To Mess Hall>

Northern Girl
December 1st, 2007, 11:18 PM
>From quarters>

Carrie entered the locker room and went straight in to the inner room where the bath tub were and slipped a sigh of relief finding it available.
She started to fill it up, tossed in a couple of the bath balls and returned out to the lockers.
As she opened her locker, she remained standing for a while, grinning as she looked at the picture attached to the inside of the door.
‘Must have been at least 10 years ago…’ It was Jonathan on the picture, grinning back at her, leaning casually against one of the airplanes he’d flown during his active career as a pilot. This plane was…black. ‘Never really knew the difference between them, and God knows he tired to teach me...’
She undressed, tossed her all but fresh scrubs in the laundry bin and wrapped a towel around her.

After a quick shower and with a towel wrapped around her newly washed hair, she followed the scent of lavender towards the tub and lowered herself in to the hot water.
“Mmm, that was some time ago…”

Carrie felt her body slowly relax and let her mind drift away while soaking in the hot water.
‘Jon…Will I ever really get over you not being by my side...?' Her time at the farm with Ben and Jennifer and their kids… The first weeks there were a blur, just glimpses, but eventually Jennifer’s warm heartedness had broken thru her shell, getting into her bubble… 'Wonder what they are doing now...?

The return to the base and literally being tossed into action right away… 'David…' She giggled at that role model of a professor and then let her mind continue.
‘Kylie… and was what that officers name, the one with that strange allergic reaction?... Right Adria!’

Carrie continued to work her way thru the last day’s events, but then slowly becoming aware of the water actually chilling, instead of warming.
She got up, toweled herself and went over to her locker and begun to dress, drew a brush thru her almost dry hair before putting it up in a kind of ponytail, keeping the strands of hair on the sides away from the face and the hair in the back allowed to fall freely.
Tossing the used towels in the bin as she passed it, Carrie went out in the hallway, heading for the mess hall for some brunch.

>To the mess hall>
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December 4th, 2007, 02:03 PM
<< from Quarters >>

Jaime strolled into the ladies' locker room, noting it had been used recently but was currently empty. Sighing happily, she found her favorite shower stall- on the end and slightly shielded from the rest of the open room- and started the shower, letting it warm up while she quickly stripped down.

Stepping into the steaming water, Jaime luxuriated in the heat and steam, taking the time to thoroughly scrub her hair and skin. When she was done she toweled off and slipped into the clean clothes she'd brought- jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and a zip-up fleece jacket because darnit, no matter where she went in the base or what time of year it was she ALWAYS felt cold.

Pulling on her shoes, she decided to leave her basket in her locker, make the rounds of the base, and check the wiring closets. It wasn't really necessary, but it was something to do, plus she could maybe bump into people as she went along. She'd been gone long enough on missions and on leave that she felt kind of disconnected from the base as a whole.

Feeling calm and happy and ready to get back to work, Jaime stepped into the corridor and headed out.

<< to wherever it is that is convenient! >>

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Northern Girl
December 26th, 2007, 08:14 AM
>>From Hangar bay>>

Carrie snickered a bit at Ryn’s comment as they got into the elevator, thinking about the scene in Disney’s “Robin Hood” where the Sheriff of Nottingham tells Trigger, one of the vulture guards, to keep his itchy trigger finger away from the crossbow, all in vain though…

They got off at sublevel 4 and headed in to the ladies locker rooms.

After a quick shower and a change into a new t-shirt, a pair of blue BDU-trousers and her working sneakers, she sat down on one of the benches along the wall, resting her back and head against the wall and waited for the others to finish up, feeling quite content with herself for the first time in at least 36 hours...

She smiled inwardly as she sat there ‘Off duty or not, looks like I’m ending up at work anyway… Never mind, Julianna was right, I really needed some time off…Some time for myself, getting back on track… I’ve just got to try…’ Now she grinned at her self ‘…No, not just try, actually take some time off, we all do…’

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((OOC: partial transcript of said film: Robin Hood (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070608/quotes#qt0280678) :lol: ))

December 26th, 2007, 03:19 PM
<<From Hanger Bay>>

Claire walked into the ladies locker room with Carrie and Ryn, all while making small talks with the other two woman with her. Seeing the other two go towards their own lockers, she walked over to her own locker. Opening with her key card, she pulled out all she needed; towels, garments, shampoo and conditioner and few other stuff.

Taking a deep breath she stepped back to close her locker door when the photos that were on the back of the door caught her gaze. Some wither father, other with friends she lost when earth went and some with her team. Her gaze lingered at each one of them as if she was trying to memorize them.

Each held a different story, a memory and reasons that they were placed here. For what it was worth she wouldn't change the amount of the pictures there. With another deep breath she closed the door and walked into the shower area, entering a cubic, she turned on the water while waiting for it to go hot, she stripped out of her clothes and plied them aside, took of her chronometer watch and placed that on her fresh clothes, untied her hair and letting fall loose, she combed then with her fingers to fan them out, then stepped into the hot water.

The spray of the liquid eased her muscles yet again. Moaning she enjoyed the feeling as she leathered up her hair with the shampoo, giving it a good clean she washed the shampoo out, then slapped on the conditioner. Picking up her shower gel, she applied that, and washed both her hair and body at the same time.

Feeling clean she snapped the taps shut and picked up her towel. Drying herself she put on all the clean clothes. Leaving her damp hair loose and combed. Walking out she dumped her used towels and clothes in the wash then placed her stuff back in her locker.

Seeing Carrie, Davis sat next to the woman, "So where to next?" But she knew where she was going. right to the infirmary.

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December 26th, 2007, 06:20 PM
<< From Hangar Bay >>

Natasha entered the Ladies Locker Room in a frantic state. She went directly towards her locker to pick her stuff and her towel. She went to one of the shower stalls, in order to calm herself and shut her mind again under the relaxing hot water, just as Carrie and Claire sat down at one of the benches. "I'll be right out." She said still in a more agitated manner than she had showed outside during the game. It was the after effects of it that were catching up to her, though she was totally unaware of that fact.

She organized her things in the caddy and put her towel at the proper place, then stripped and put her clothes away wrapped in a ball like shape. She then turned the water on and let it get hot. She stepped under the water and started to shower. She couldn't seem to find the silence again, but she found satisfaction in the fact that she couldn't made heads or tails of what was getting to her and thus not invading anyone's privacy.

Natasha finished her shower and dried herself with her towel, then she dressed in a proper BDU set and placed her stuff orderly back inside the locker and the used clothes away to be washed. She looked at the picture of her adopted parents that she had fixed at the inner part of her locker's door. 'Please, if there really is life after death.... if you're not ascended.... help me find a way to deal with this or someone to help me.' She silently prayed at the picture. Then she slammed the locker shut with a loud noise and went towards Claire and Carrie who were still seated at the same bench.

She walked to them and clapped her hands in front of her, sign of her still agitated state. "Ready to go eat something?" She asked just anxious to do something. "Just a metaphorical question, guys,...." She said in a pleading tone and without waiting for an answer she added. "What would you do if you felt like.... huh.... I don't know how to say this...." She then switched to a lower tone so only the two women could listen to her as she stood in front of them. "You were trying to reach out to everyone at once?" She finally asked kinda cryptically, knowing Claire would understand the undertones better than Carrie. She was just so desperate to find a way out that she wasn't afraid to ask anymore. "I mean, if you could listen enough to know really well everyone here as if they were a part of you, like an arm or a foot, would you reach out or just teach yourself to be deaf?" She rephrased her question.

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December 27th, 2007, 12:19 AM
<<From Hangar Bay>>

Ryn didn't think she needed a shower. Sniffing at her armpits she decided she was passable. There was no need to waste the base's resources on a shower. So after making sure she was presentable (which included a change of shoes and her t-shirt) she simply rummaged through her locker instead, re-arranging things whilst the other two showered. Her searching hands found the nutella jars soon enough and she smiled seeing it. Now was a good time for it, she mused, and took one of them out just as Bystronski slammed her own locker shut and next clapped loudly.

It caused Ryn to turn her head towards the noise, then raised an eyebrow at the other's speech. It didn't make any sense to the marine, so she turned helplessly towards Dr Carrie. "Sorry. I don't have a clue what she's trying to say...".

She shrugged and walked closer to the others, juggling the nutella jar in her hands, essentially throwing it from one to the other.

"Maybe we should talk in the Mess. Hope your chef has some stuff left for this!" She gave a slight nod toward the jar. By now Ryn had totally forgotten she was supposed to head to the Infirmary first.

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December 27th, 2007, 01:08 AM
Claire nodded to Nat's question, "Food yes, but first I gotta see a doc." jerking her thumb at Carrie, "Not this one, since she seems to be off duty. Either Jensen or someone else." she had never meet this Jensen guy so she wouldn't know how he looked like, unless of course she had seen his face around base but never met the man.

Listening to Nat's question Claire took the hint of what the captain was talking about, her empathy. She pondered silently for a moment, as she noted the gunny's change of clothes only, trying not grimace at the behavior of the AU sergeant, she looked at Nat, "Why not have the best of both worlds?" she asked, not seeing the reason as to why the other woman should only do one thing.

Shifting where she sat, "I mean, help out those who need it and while take a step back with those who don't need the help. This way it evens out and you still stay sane," she had said the word sane comically, "and still feel you done something."

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Northern Girl
December 27th, 2007, 01:49 AM
Carrie frowned and gave Nat a long, estimative look, trying to make sense of what she just said.
“I’m not really sure of what you mean here Nat… But if you’re implying what I think you are… then Claire’s advice seems pretty good.” She went silent for a moment, thinking. “Being deaf wouldn’t be an option, would it? Maybe more of trying to filter out what’s important at the moment, kind of what one does when triaging, you can’t help everybody at the same time you know…”

She got up from the bench, snatching the jar from Ryn in a swift motion as it left her left hand.
“We’ll get to the mess in time…Come on!” Carrie gave the jar a closer look as she went over to the door and held it up for the others… “Mmm, Nutella, that was some time ago.” As Ryn passed her she handed the jar back to her and grinned. “Juggling with one item is cheating, try three or four next time, much more interesting…”

>> to the Infirmary>>

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December 27th, 2007, 02:05 AM
Seeing Nat pondering over her advice and Carrie agreeing with her, Claire smiled and gave a light tug to Nat's arm, "I don't want Carrie with a zat on my tail. So let's head to the infirmary," she said as she got up and tired her hair on at base of her neck. Then wiped of the dampness that was left with her hands.

Eying the of Nutella, she let her lips curl, oh she remembered the chocolate based spread, "Care to share some?" she asked, politely. It had been so long since she had any.

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<<To Infirmary>>

December 27th, 2007, 02:26 AM
Ryn just shrugged at the three others. Her jar was hers, and it was going to stay that way. "I've only got two jars," she remarked darkly, at that moment not caring in the least if Davis was an officer or not. "If I shared it with everyone - I wouldn't have any left within the week. Guess I'll have it in my quarters instead, then no one will ask to share.". It came out harsher than intended, though Ryn just shrugged it off and walked back to her locker.
Determinedly, she put the jar back in her locker, and locked it firmly, using the combination lock. This is *mine*. One last bit of home that I have left. Shouldn't have taken it out.

Without a further word she then left the room, to go to the Infirmary, using the stairs.

<<To Infirmary>>

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December 27th, 2007, 03:54 PM
Shifting where she sat, "I mean, help out those who need it and while take a step back with those who don't need the help. This way it evens out and you still stay sane," she had said the word sane comically, "and still feel you done something."

Carrie frowned and gave Nat a long, estimative look, trying to make sense of what she just said.
“I’m not really sure of what you mean here Nat… But if you’re implying what I think you are… then Claire’s advice seems pretty good.” She went silent for a moment, thinking. “Being deaf wouldn’t be an option, would it? Maybe more of trying to filter out what’s important at the moment, kind of what one does when triaging, you can’t help everybody at the same time you know…”

"That's what I've been trying to do, but I don't think it'll work anymore.... not for much longer." Natasha said in a distant voice, tilting her head in her agitated state. "The time has come for me to make a final choice and I honestly don't know what to do. I just know I have to something." She added in a sad, confused and even more agitated tone. The gibberish noise was getting louder in the back of her mind while she tried to shut it off. She thought about Carrie's words for a second, if being deaf wasn't an option then there was no option. She quickly withdrew from that line of thought, turning her attention to Ryn and the Nutella talk.

Ryn just shrugged at the three others. Her jar was hers, and it was going to stay that way. "I've only got two jars," she remarked darkly, at that moment not caring in the least if Davis was an officer or not. "If I shared it with everyone - I wouldn't have any left within the week. Guess I'll have it in my quarters instead, then no one will ask to share.". It came out harsher than intended, though Ryn just shrugged it off and walked back to her locker.

"Your Nutella is safe in my presence, Ryn. I found out long ago that chocolate and I don't get along." She said to the gunny's retreating back, not taking to heart her words since she could see the reason behind them. Though she wasn't ready to tell Ryn that just yet.

Seeing Nat pondering over her advice and Carrie agreeing with her, Claire smiled and gave a light tug to Nat's arm, "I don't want Carrie with a zat on my tail. So let's head to the infirmary," she said as she got up and tired her hair on at base of her neck. Then wiped of the dampness that was left with her hands.

"Do you mind if I tag along? From there we can go to the Mess." She said following the three women and trying to hold her own. She wanted to tell them exactly what she was feeling, but wasn't sure of the wisdom in doing so. Thus being, she simply followed them to the Infirmary. At each step she felt she was getting closer to the point of no return.

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<< To Infirmary >>

March 6th, 2008, 05:56 AM
<To Locker Room-0540>

John walked into the locker room, he walked into to find a few SF getting ready for there morning duties. They started to salute him but he raised his hand for them to stop, “At ease, continue on about your business, no need for any formality in here.” They nodded to him and continued about there own business.

He walked down the next row to his locker and opened up to find his shower kit was indeed in there. He smiled and grabbed it, than walked down to the shower stalls, grabbing a towel as he walked, and sticking his shaving kit down at the nearest sink to the stall. He entered the last stall and turned the water on and waited a few minutes till it got nice and steaming hot before he removed his boxers and disrobed than stepped in.

Stepping into the hot shower was like stepping into another world, he felt like all the cares he may have had would just wash away from him. He stood under the water for several minutes before he did anything, still trying to wake up. He finally shook the water out of his hair and eyes, finally fully awake. He grabbed the shampoo and poured it out in his hands washing his hair, than quickly washing up. He turned off the water and grabbed the towel wrapping it around his waist. He flung his hair to the side, feeling the water drip down his face.

He walked over to the sink and open up his shaving kit bag, he pulled out the shaving cream and lathered up his face. He also looked at his hair, it had been a while since he had it cut. “Going to have to do that before our next mission, perhaps Rachael can cut it for me.” He shaved his face than rinsed off, than brushed his teeth. ‘Its funny we always brush out teeth before we have breakfast.’ He chuckled at himself while picking up his few things and shoving them back in his bag. John turned on his heels and walked back over to his locker to get dressed, grabbing his robe as he walked passed it.

He opened up his locker put the few things he was carrying in it and grabbed the fresh pair of green BDU’s out of it, he dropped the towel and slipped on his boxers, than pulled out the green shirt and put it on. He looked inside at the bare locker walls, remembering at the SGC he had pictures of his family covering the walls of his locker. He let out a sigh than slipped on his pants and took a seat on the bench, pulling up the pant legs and putting on the socks. He slipped his feet in them, pulling up his right leg he began to lace and buckle it up. He put his foot down and pulled up the left leg, after he finished John leaned his elbows on his legs and bent over running his hands through his hair, still trying to sort through the past few days.

John finally stood up from the bench grabbed his jacket and small folder he had next to him, closed the locker door, took one last look and made sure he put everything back in his locker, than walked out. Heading for the elevator he leaned against the wall and waited for the doors to open up. When they did he walked in and hit the mess hall level button.

>>>To Mess hall

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March 7th, 2008, 01:02 AM
(Ladies Locker room)

Astra entered the ladies locker room and headed straight to the showers. She quickly undressed and hoped under the shower, showering quickly. Afterwards she towled herself dry, then tied the towel around her and headed over to her locker and grabbed out some clean clothes. After quickly dressing she shoved all her stuff back in the locker. She put on her socks and then tied up her boots. Astra hated the boots and preferred thongs or bare feet. She really hated the boots. Once she was dressed she worked on brushing her hair and decided to leave it out, though she made sure she had a few hair ties in her pocked in case she changed her mind later. The linguist made sure her locker was locked and then headed to the mess hall for some early morning breakfast. Her stomach growled letting her know how hungry she was. Astra headed to the mess hall.

<<to mess hall>>

March 14th, 2008, 06:55 AM
<< From Quarters >>

Mohinder took the stairs and went up the three levels towards the Men's Locker Room. Arriving in the desired place, filled with movement due to the time of day, Mohinder went to his locker, the one he had taken as his just the other day.

Leaving his backpack with his basic working kit inside, he picket the necessary items and took a shower. Drying himself, he put on for the first time the SGC BDU, the Antarctica Outpost/Atlantis BDU he got used to beside his civvies was different.

He set his used clothes in the laundry and returning the shower items, took the morning kit which contained items like toothbrush and paste, comb and others.

After making himself presentable to meet with SG-4 in it's complete state for the first time, Mohinder returned the kit to his locker and taking the backpack out again he left the room towards the Mess Hall.

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<< To Mess Hall >>

March 17th, 2008, 10:38 AM
<From Quarters>

Rachael walked into the locker room, there were a couple of people, but as usually not many in here. There weren’t all that many females on the base compared to the men. She walked over to her locker and grabbed a few things, than walked to the back stall and grabbing two towels as she walked.

She turned on the water and waited till it got nice and hot before stepping in. She let the hot water wake her up. She finished her shower rather quickly, than got out and dressed as fast as she could.

She threw her things into her locker and took a seat on the bench to put her shoes and socks on. She stood up and took one last look at her self in the mirror, than walked out pulling her hair back still trying to get it some what dry as she walked to the elevator. Her light curls were now showing, since she didn’t have time to straighten it at all.

She walked up to the elevator and pushed the button, waiting for it to open as she pulled her hair up and back clipping in out of her face, but still a few strands came out and rested on the side of her face. The doors to the elevator opened up and she walked in pushing the button as she did hoping it would make it go faster but knowing it wouldn’t.

<To Infirmary>

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August 13th, 2008, 01:17 PM
Adria walked into the locker room and checked her locker thankfull that her team uniform was there and slowly undressed before steping into the warm shower. The warm water helped release stress and let her think, but before she could think she had to check the stiches and make sure they were all fine which they were. She could see a bruise starting to form on her other side but it was bound to happen. Finaly clear headed she considered Liam. He was decent looking and could take care of himself but seemed to rely to much on hoping for people to do the same techniques. As soon as she was clean she steped out of the shower and pulled on her team uniform before making her way towards the Infirmary.


Northern Girl
October 12th, 2008, 06:59 AM
>> From the infirmary >>

Tim stepped out of the elevator and walked over to the locker room, hoping he’d find it empty. At this very moment he didn’t feel like having to uphold even a small polite conversation with anybody, just get a long hot shower and a change of clothes.
He quickly slipped out of his BDU’s, wrapped a towel around is waist grabbed his toilet bag and walked over to the nearest stall.

After having the water temperature adjust in to *hot, he hung the towel over the wall and stepped in, letting the hot water spray his head, neck and shoulders while he let his hands support him on the tiles in front of him. He just stood there for a long time with his eyes closed and reveled the feeling of the past day’s sweat and grime wash away before finally deciding he’d been soaked enough, then grabbed the soap and started to lather himself, tip to toe, before moving on with the shaving procedure.
One final rinse with cold water and he considered himself done.

Tim stepped out of the stall, toweled himself and slipped in to a pair of sweatpants a t-shirt and a fleece jacket. Before he went out in the corridor he shot a glance in the mirror, sighed and pulled a hand through his short, damp hair in an attempt of trying to get it just a little more cooperative.
“Tough luck kiddo…” he murmured to himself and then took off towards his quarters.

>> to Mess hall via quarters >>

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November 22nd, 2008, 03:36 PM
Lie'na & MSgt Tracey Ottly

[From Hanger Bay]

[Women's Locker Room]

Lie'na followed her newest acquaintance out of the lift, down a corridor and into a room, filled with row upon row of cupboards. Tracey moved to one, swiped a card and opened it, taking out a plain white towel, as well as two bottles.

"Here's the wash stuff." Tracey looked at her, then smiled, Lie'na realised she'd caught the bewildered look, and paid close attention to her description of their use, and how to adjust the temperature of the showers. "Got that?"

Lie'na nodded once, and Tracey smiled again.

"I'll just grab some clothes for you." Lie'na smiled, nodding her thanks before following Tracey's directions.

[MSgt Tracey Ottly to Quarters]

The shower room was just a corridor, lined with smaller rooms, the showers obviously. She stripped off, not caring much for modesty, leaving them along with the borrowed towel on a peg neatly.

She manipulated the controls and was soon hit by a wave of cold water from above, it was somewhat of a shock, but after the initial hit wore off Lie'na smiled, the streams she'd occasionally bathed in were filled with glacier run-off, almost literally freezing. This water soon became warm, a nice temperature and stayed there. She made a mental note of the numbers.

Immediately her eyes were drawn to the drops that hit the floor, and she let them follow each drop, it soon grew boring as the drops were to regular. She followed Tracey's instructions, avoiding getting the foam in her eyes, but they still stung a little for some strange reason.

Hair done she sat down, hugging her knees close, letting the water purge everything she'd been through. After all it was a new start of sorts she was getting, and this was possibly the best start to it.

She reached up and switched the shower off, but remained seated, letting the water dry off her skin of it's own accord. Staying here this one day had only enhanced her desire to stay, tomorrow she would speak with Giaus and with his help plea her case to the Tau'ri leader, even if she was feeling somewhat edgy about doing so.

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November 22nd, 2008, 04:58 PM
MSgt Tracey Ottly, Lie'na & CMSgt Ray Bellano

[MSgt Tracey Ottly from Quarters]

[Ladies Locker Rooms]

Tracey entered the locker room once again, Lie'na wasn't waiting for her. Placing the clothes down, she moved into the shower room, no showers were on, but the towel and clothes of the Jaffa were on a peg. Rather neatly, Tracey frowned, she doubted somehow the Jaffa was walking around in the nude, but she wasn't going to discount the possibility either.

"Lie'na?" She chanced, hoping, more for her sake than the Jaffa's that she was still here. A cubicle opened, and the Jaffa stepped out, Tracey averted her eyes so not to offend the Jaffa, but as she reached for the towel something did catch Tracey's eye.

Lie'na's back was covered in long scars, and the occasional burn mark.

"Oh my..." She stopped her self from taking the Lord's name in vain, but still it was an apt situation. Lie'na caught her gaze, and self consciously covered in the towel, but it wasn't just her back, although it was the worst. All she could do was smile ruefully.

"Remind of past. No nice." Tracey kept staring, then shook her head.

"Sorry, I di..." Lie'na held up her hand to stop Tracey continuing. Tracey smiled a little and nodded, then led the Jaffa through to the locker room. Lie'na eye the clothes suspiciously, especially the undergarments. Tracey grinned, all memories of the Jaffa's back gone.

"Don't worry, they go underneath everything, makes it a lot more comfortable." She passed them to Lie'na, then grinned mentally as she struggled to do up the strap. She remembered her first struggles with it, then trying to stop guys undoing it. At least it didn't happen in the military, well not too often at least.

Dragging her thoughts away from that she helped Lie'na with it, then passed her the black trousers. Annoyingly they fitted perfectly, last but not least was the top, Lie'na chose the longer sleeved one, Tracey once again smiled to herself, she would too if she bared those scars. With all that on it hid all trace of them, mercifully her face and hands had escaped any such punishment. Tracey looked back and smiled, the look suited the Jaffa much better than her original clothing.

"Gratitude Tracey Ottly." Tracey smile broadened but she waved her hand.

"No problem, don't worry about returning anything, I never use it anyway. I'm just glad that it's going to a good cause." They both smiled, and Lie'na bowed her head in respect, then they both headed back to the elevator.

[Ray Bellano from Hanger Bay]

As it opened the man inside smiled.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one to turn in late then." Tracey smiled back at Ray, then stepped inside.

"Ray this is Lie'na. Lie'na this is Chief Master Sergeant Ray Bellano, Chief Mechanic."

"An honour to meet you Chief Master Sergeant Ray Bellano." Lie'na inclined her head as she had done to Tracey ten minutes earlier. Ray's eye somehow managed to sparkle at Tracey for a moment, then he nodded back.

"Likewise, and it's Ray most of the time." Lie'na smiled and nodded, Tracey knew that the Jaffa understood it was under the same circumstances.

"You wouldn't have any spare shoes Ray?" Tracey asked, giving a meaningful glance at Lie'na. Ray nodded, looking down the the Jaffa's feet. He slid his off, they were an approach shoe-style, mix of trainer and hiking boot.

"Try these, I've got a couple of spares and it'll save you having to wait around for me to find them." Tracey grinned, knowing Ray's room was in dire need of a tidy, Lie'na tentatively placed her feet in them, then took them out.

"Gratitude, but big." Ray smiled, and shoved his feet back in.

"No worries, I'm sure they've got some in storage." Lie'na smiled, then shook her head. Ray gave her a quizzical look, then the Jaffa tapped her soles.

"Tough. No need shoes." Ray nodded, smiling still. The lift bell pinged, and the doors opened.

"Your stop, I believe. Pleased to meet you." Ray didn't hold out his hand as he would normally have done. No need to confuse the girl with more rituals.

"Likewise." She'd echoed his words for earlier, then she stepped out into the quarters after nodding to them both, heading for a guest room. The door closed. Tracey looked at Ray.

"Nice woman." He commented, then added. "Fast learner too."

Tracey nodded, not in the mood for more talking, stepping out quickly when the elevator reached her floor. Adding only;

"'Night Ray." As she did so, he returned the farewell. Both returned to their rooms and fell straight asleep.

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Dark Matter
November 27th, 2008, 07:36 PM
<Mark Gates- Mens Locker room>

Mark placed his duffle bag on the bench and unlocked his locker. Undressing he grabbed his soap and showered. After finishing Mark turned off the shower, got dressed, and headed to the mess hall for some chow.

<To the mess hall>

December 15th, 2008, 08:12 AM
<Science Lab- Office-

Rachael made a quick stop at her quarters than made her way to the locker room, there was several people in there, the new shifts were switching now so there was a hustle to get things done. Rachael smiled a few of the woman who worked for her, she arrived at her locker and open it, taking a seat and pulling off her boots.

She smiled to herself thinking of what her late fiance once told her when she was taking off her boats. They were up to regulation code for the military, but here laced up, than zipped up, than buckled up. 'Do those boats come with instruction on how to take them off.' When she finally got out of them she stripped off her cloths and headed to the last unoccupied shower.

She turned on the water and waited for it to get hot before stepping in, she stood under the water, letting it fall on her head. When she finally finished there locker room was not pretty empty.

She got on her fresh cloths and shoved everything else in her locker except for her dirty cloths, throwing them in the laundry basket. She headed out on her way to the mess hall, with a quick stop at her quarters to pick back up her laptop.

<To Mess hall>


January 7th, 2009, 05:39 PM
<<from Hangar Bay>>

Jen had to clear her head as she twisted the combination knob on muscle memory. A blessedly dry uniform was stored. She laid the dry clothes on the bench and unfastened, unsnapped, and unvelcroed her gear. She stored it in the locker, it would be cleaned before it went back into MSG Andrews' armory.

She bundled up her wet clothes and added them to the laundry bag. Almost perfect hit, the socks landed outside the basket. As she picked them up and put them in the basket, it hit her that she'd picked this up from Paul. She growled and threw the socks in the basket with more force than necessary.

She removed her tags and tucked them under the dry uniform jacket. It was habit that made her start twisting at her left ring finger to remove her ring, only it wasn't there anymore. She scrambled to the laundry basket and got the rings out of the thigh pocket of the dirty uniform. A long look, almost putting them back on. 'No, d*** it, Stevens. You are not putting them back on. He's dead, get over it and move on.' She pocketed the rings in the trousers of the dry uniform and hit the shower.

A few droplets that were not from the shower head were added to the spraying water by the time she washed and stepped out to dry and dress. She scowled a little at the obvious ring indent and pale circle where the rings had been for six years. 'That's going to take months to fade, I look like a cheater who just removed them.' She shook her head, knowing there wasn't anybody left on Gaia now who knew her well enough to even notice they were gone.

<<to Mess Hall>>

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January 11th, 2009, 04:27 PM
<<From quarters>>

Astra headed into the ladies lockers singing, not caring if anyone heard her. She found a vacant shower and set up her gear, before stripping off her clothes and jumping under warm water that felt like Heaven to her. She continued to sing as she washed her hair several times and then washed the rest of body. It felt good having a warm shower and feeling clean again. The soap had a hint of a rose scent that tickled her nose. Once she'd finished, she turned the taps off and dried herself off. Astra then put on her clean BDUs and t-shirt, along with clean socks and then her boots.

Once she was ready she brushed her hair, she picked up all her wet and dirty clothes, then put them in the dirty basket trolly. She tidied up all her toiletries and put them in her locker for she was starving now, and didn't want to waste time by going back to her quarters. Astra made sure her locker was locked and that she had left the place tidy before she left the locker room to the Mess Hall.

<<To Mess Hall>>

January 16th, 2009, 09:43 PM
<<From Infirmary>>

Robert paused in front of his locker, entering the proper combination by memory. He removed a clean uniform from within, and then proceeded to lay it out before him. From there, he began to remove his gear, storing the various items in his locker.

He shot each article of soaked clothing at the laundry basket. All plopped in with a solid swoosh. Basketball hadn't been his sport of choice as a youth, but that didn't mark him as a terrible shot.

He turned the water to hot, and then jumped in, allowing the soothing warmth to wash over his body.

Done, he stepped out, dried, and dressed. He yawned. Tired, yes, but ready to grab a bite to eat.

<<To Mess Hall>>

Colonel Sharp
January 23rd, 2009, 12:32 PM
[Sub Level 5 - Washroom]

Sharp walked in and listened-silence. It was eerie on the one hand, but nice that he had the whole washroom to himself.

Stripping down, he grabbed his towel and headed for a shower. Quickly washing off he closed his eyes for a second, but then quickly opened them, and soaped off. He usually liked taking long showers, but it was still in the middle of the day and there was business to be done.

He turned off the water and grabbed the towel, heading over to his clean BDUs. After wiping the water droplets off he put on the fresh clothes and went over to the mirror. Making sure there wasn't anything stuck in his teeth from breakfast he ran a hand through his hair to give him a somewhat messy look, and headed out to pick up his mission reports.

<<To office via quarters>>

April 9th, 2009, 04:31 PM
<< From quarters>>

Astra entered the ladies locker room and headed to her locker where she found her toiletry bag. The archaeologist went and found a towel before finding a vacant shower where she set up her gear, then stripped her clothes. She turned the water on and tested it to make sure it was the right temprature. The water felt nice and warm, and she could feel her muscles start to relax. The shower was a quick one to wake herself up some more for the rest of the day. After her quick shower she dried and dressed herself in record time, and put her toiltetry bag away in her locker. Before leaving, Astra made sure the place was tidy like she had found it. She headed to the linguist lab via the Mess Hall where she grabbed some fruit to munch on.

<<To Linguist lab via Mess Hall>>

May 6th, 2009, 08:20 PM
<<From Hanger Bay via Quarters>>

She walked in, only to find the place empty as she expected. Heading towards one of the shower cubics she closed the door behind her and turned on the water. While waiting for the hot water to come she stripped out her clothes since her fresh pile was already sitting on the small shelf that was provided, seeing the steam she stepped in allowing the hot water to ease of her tensed muscles around her neck and lower back. Her legs hurt too since floor was hard and cold. Picking a bar of soap she rubbed it all over cleaning the skin that had sweat build up. She didn’t want to have the smell that was Zack Black to wash away, but it had to be done.

She slapped off the water once it went lukewarm, then stepped out. Drying herself off she changed into the fresh clothes. Putting on her slippers, she decided to hunt down Zack after putting her boots and few other stuff in her room. Dumping her belongings into the locker she tossed her dirty BDU’s into the wash and walked out.

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<<To Quarters>>

Northern Girl
August 15th, 2009, 12:30 AM
>> From the infirmary >>

Carrie sat down on the bench and slowly slipped out of her scrubs, tossing them in the laundry bin and then walked over to the mirror and raised her left arm to trace the thin scar that run horizontally back to front. Hardly visible nowadays, especially when wearing a bra, but still, it was always there as a reminder.
She sighed as she bowed her head and lowered her arms to grip the edges of the sink and let it support her.
The memories of the childhood suddenly flushing over her.

The feeling of vulnerability and being abandoned; the lack of understanding from the adults surrounding her… The lack of someone actually explaining the ‘whys’ and the ‘hows’. Especially the whys.
All she ever wanted was for someone to at least try and explain, not just ignore her questions with “Don’t worry, you’re too young to understand anyway…” and the attitude of “Whatever you do; don’t upset her, it’s not good for her…”
God she hated that patronizing attitude, the refusal of seeing her as someone who could actually think! True, a child but still an intelligent human being…

Carrie pulled in a shuddering breath and walked over to her locker and picked out a bottle of soap and shampoo and looked at the items for a few seconds, “These are my last ones; I wonder what the Iberian equivalent is like…?”
After having tossed her underwear in a tagged washing bag, she stepped in to the shower stall and stood in the hot spray, concentrating on the feeling of the water and the sound of it going down in the drain…

Most of the times she knew she could handle the memories, carefully tucked away in the closet, most of it even dealt with.
At first when one of the nurses during a checkup had caught the clues of a very reluctant and denying young teen ager and actually sat down and talked! And explained!
Then later on, as she passed through Med school there had been a wonderful mentor during the pediatrics rotation that had helped her through what she was afraid would have been a painful remainder. Carrie grinned at that memory; she’d almost been tempted to switch to pediatrics after that semster… but just almost.
Yeah, most of it was dealt with but it didn’t prevent her from still hating being in the receiving end…
With a sigh she turned off the shower and toweled her dry, wrapped another towel around her hair and stepped out of the stall.

A few minutes later she was dressed in what most of them, civvies as well as military, wore nowadays; BDU’s. The hair was semi-dry and collected in a ponytail and for the moment at least keeping all the hair in place.
Carrie shot a glance at her watch, figuring she still had time to grab something to eat before reporting back to the infirmary.
“They’ll call if they need me” she murmured as she tossed the towels in the bin and exited the room.

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>> To the Mess hall >>

January 23rd, 2010, 05:45 AM
<< from Quarters >>
[ Ladies locker room ] {Kym Tyler}

Kym propped up her backpack in the corner and went to her locker. She pulled out the canvas pouch with her personal grooming gear and headed into the shower room.
Laying her clothes, towel and bag on the bench outside the cubicle, the woman turned the water on as hot as she could stand, luxuriating in the steam. Standing there, Kym once again wondered if she would be able to build a small sweat lodge in the woods. It wasn't that she didn't have the ability or the knowledge, it was getting permission. She sighed and rinsed off the soap and shampoo.
"Oh," Kym muttered as a thought struck her, "I wonder if I'd be able to find some nice, woodsy soap there?" That was her one weakness, scented soap and shampoo. The generic stuff that the base supplied was boring.
A twist of the tap and a quick burst of icy cold water shocked her out of her reverie and back to duty. Dried and dressed again in a clean set of BDU's, Kym put the personal kit into her back pack and went across the hall to the Gateroom.

<< To Control Room / Gate room >>

Colonel Sharp
February 14th, 2010, 11:43 PM
Sharp made his way up to the locker rooms humming the Great Escape theme song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbsuAbTTsV8) as he successfully escaped the clutches of the Infirmary.

Entering he placed his things on the bench and opened up his locker.

'Finally, mission time.' Chris began to undress and lay out his bounty hunter clothes. A couple of things began to run through his head. That dream last night? Bleh, best not think about that. How about Captain Luban? He'll have to take her for a ride when he got back - in the F-302 of course. He shook his head at the terrible pun.

Sitting down on the bench Chris grabbed his radio, unsure if he was the last or first of SG-1 to get ready.

"SG-1, what's your status? I'm in the locker changing now."

Colonel Sharp
February 15th, 2010, 10:13 PM
Sharp rolled his eyes. Didn't Black get down there before him?

"Are you crapping me Black? Full-throttle and get your ass out of there. You're smart enough to avoid those needle-toting sadists." He laughed to himself at the thought of who on the other end might have heard that.
'Ah well.'

Colonel Sharp
February 23rd, 2010, 10:18 PM
Having fully clothed himself head to toe in alien-bounty-hunter-cowboy garb he walked over to the mirrors near the sinks and admired himself for a little. 'Definitely kick-ass.'

He checked his watch. 'Where the hell are they? How many times do I need to tell them that staying in the Infirmary gets you sick?' Chris walked over to his perfectly packed alien bag and lifted it onto his shoulders. Certainly wasn't made as well as their own equipment. Of course, walking around with Tau'ri gear raised a lot of suspicions.

"Alright," He muttered to himself as he pulled out the radio.

"SG-1 I'm heading to the gateroom. Get dressed, packed and ready or I'm leaving without you."

Sharp would have to go on the computer and remind himself of the planets' situations.

[To Gateroom]

February 27th, 2010, 12:07 AM
"SG-1 I'm heading to the gateroom. Get dressed, packed and ready or I'm leaving without you."

Ladies Locker Room

In the process of buttoning her shirt, when Sharp’s radio transmission came through, Kim rolled her eyes and snorted. It was a fat chance that he would leave without Zack or her. He had hardly left Whitely or Davis behind. She knew for certain he usually caused uproar if his team wasn’t in the gateroom. Smirking after putting on her jacket, “Let’s see if you do leave without us.”

Unaware that Lance was near the gateroom Kim took a last look at her outfit and herself, before picking up her backpack and left for the start of her mission.

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<<To Gateroom>>

March 15th, 2010, 09:18 PM
<<Men's Locker -- Out Of The Pan!>>

Black dragged into the room and was tempted to stretch out on the bench and take a nap. Yeah that would fly. The Colonel would make it an eternal sleep. The exhaustion caused by the stress of the last twenty four hours was exceeding and aggravating the injury. His shoulder was now throbbing. He was more than aware that Carrie had pushed the envelope on clearing him for the mission. He certainly owed her one for saving his butt.

He eyeballed the outfit Sharp had decided on. Shaking his head he began to disrobe. The effort was just that, an effort. This could be so much easier if Claire was here to assist him. He grinned. There it was again. Something was wrong, very wrong. He just couldn't shake it off. He fiddled around and found the bottle of meds Carrie had left for him. Popping a pill into his mouth he waited for a moment for it to kick in. Stepping in front of the mirror Dr. Black Slipped into his duster.

"Ah, The Creeper has once again awakened from his hibernation. Off to his next feeding frenzy." He grinned as he gave himself a once over. The hat which didn't fit the part remained laying on the bench. He found a side pocket to conceal his bottled medication. Looking around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything he retrieved the hat. One last look in the mirror to make sure those wings were well concealed. A small snicker followed and Black was again on his way to meet up with what was left of his team.

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<<to the gate room>>

Northern Girl
June 12th, 2010, 10:46 PM
>> from Hagar bay>> < Men's locker room >

Cabrera opened the door to the locker room and walked over the shelf covered wall,, shot a final look at Cooper to try and decide his size and then picked out two large towels before he moved over to another set of shelves and started to pick out various items; pants, t-shirt, shirt, underwear and socks that he placed on top of the towels.

He placed the pile on one of the benches before looking back at Cooper, "Here you go sir. You'll find soap and shampoo in the stalls. We'll be waiting out side the door when you're ready..."

NPC's – Master sergeant John Peters and Corporal Jimmy Cabrera

July 11th, 2010, 05:07 PM
<Sub-level 7 Male locker room>
As Michael walked into the locker room he noticed that the steam and humidity of the locker room was low so that made him speed up. He opened his locker tossed his few personal items on the shelf and tossed in the clothes he was currently wearing. After grabbing a towel and he wrapped it around him and headed to the shower.

After a quick warm shower, he towels himself off and wraps towel around himself once again. Then Michael headed to back to his locker to grab his toiletries. After cleaning his teeth, shaving, and brushing his hair Michael headed back to his locker to get dressed in his blue BDUs. By this point Michael could almost be a blur.

After getting dressed Michael heads to the commissary to grab a bite to ate on the run.