Mess Hall / Commissary

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CJ was impressed by the man sitting across from her. There weren't many non-civilian scientists on the base. It was nice to meet a kindred spirit every once and awile. She listened intently as he talked about his career path. She knew all too well it cost scientists in the SGC. All this amazing technology, and no one to tell, at first because it was classified, and now because any one they met that could actually understand the technology was so far beyond them, that it would have pointless to share a new discovery. But just the experience was worth it. "Wow. That's pretty exciting. I heard it said somewhere once that physicists are the Peter Pans of the human race. They never grow up and always keep their curiosity." She smiled briefly at the random thought that came out of her mouth. But quickly hid it by taking another bite of food.

"I see." she said when he clarified about the book.

"Me? Ah...safety engineering actually. Comes in quite handy when something like that 'quake the other week happens. Things are just now starting to settle down after all that. I actually dabbled a little in all the hard sciences, before finally settling down with safty engineering, so there isn't much scientific research that I don't at least have some clue about when a fellow scientist talks about it. Even if it's just the recognition of hearing a word before." She took a sip of her water, trying to remember any more quotes about physics that she had heard before.

Xavier smiled at the Peter Pan reference. "Safety engineer huh, sounds good. I would imagine you had quite a bit of work to do after the 'quake."

[Ryn]

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Temperance was polishing off the last of her coffee when David reminded her not-so-subtly of the regulations about being in others‘ rooms. She nearly choked. She‘d long ago gotten into the habit of conducting research in her quarters, as part of her avoidance of all superfluous social interaction. Temperance’s cheeks pinkened. Making silly mistakes embarrassed her. Although she‘d meant to explain that she needed to go fetch the artifact, not that he should accompany her to her room, Temperance found her communication error somewhat distressing.

She coughed a couple times over the now empty coffee cup and cleared her throat. “Yes, of course,” she finally managed to croak. “I’ll get it.” Then in response to his second question she added a with a little more calm, “It was dated back on Earth, though I can‘t remember exactly what the numbers looked like. It was sort of a late night.” she told him. “It’ll be in the file though.”

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay?" David asked, worried when she turned pink and started to cough and clear her throat. He wondered what had her in such turmoil, was it anything he'd said ? He knew he'd been known to say weird things sometimes, but David didn't really think this had happened now. They were talking about work, nothing personal, so why was she upset ?

"I didn't mean to upset you, Miss Edgecombe. There, now, deep breath, you'll be fine ?"

She did seem to calm down after that, for which David was relieved.

"Good! Good. Now, okay. Um, well, seeing as we're finished with our food, let's just get to work then, shall we ?"

He stood up with a warm smile, and offered a hand to help her stand up. Maybe she still wasn't feeling ok and would appreciate some support.

"Do you think you could get the statue and the files and bring them to the lab, Miss Edgecombe ?"

[JacksonMiracle]

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Xavier smiled at the Peter Pan reference. "Safety engineer huh, sounds good. I would imagine you had quite a bit of work to do after the 'quake."

CJ nodded her head at Xavier's words. "Yes, I did have more than the usual work load. Dr. Ezekiel took care of most of the initial repairs. My work came later with the final safety inspections, and sugesstions how to improve things to avoid that kind of damage in the future. Honestly, when it comes to a 'quake like that, some damage is to be expected, but my job is just to make sure we take every precaution we can to avoid the most number of problems in the future."

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CJ nodded her head at Xavier's words. "Yes, I did have more than the usual work load. Dr. Ezekiel took care of most of the initial repairs. My work came later with the final safety inspections, and sugesstions how to improve things to avoid that kind of damage in the future. Honestly, when it comes to a 'quake like that, some damage is to be expected, but my job is just to make sure we take every precaution we can to avoid the most number of problems in the future."

"Well, I am glad you're around then." With that He took a bite of his sandwich. "So how is your food?

[JacksonMiracle]

CJ was humbled by the offhand comment. It wasn't often that someone told her they were thankful for what she did on the base. On Earth, she had only been one member of an entire team of safety engineers. Now, she was the only one left and the position was more often than not taken for granted on the base. "Thank you."

She smiled at the question about her food. "A, it's military food, which automatically places in the category of 'not going win any awards', and B, it's Gaian, which means about the only thing of what we would consider natural coloring, and flavor, on this tray is the water. But all and all, I'd say that it isn't too bad. How's yours?" She knew that someone could write a book about this praticular mess hall and turn it into a full hour of stand up comedy and still not cover everything that could said of the current selection of foods. Some of the foods were better than others, and maybe she was just being sarcastic, and maybe it was just all the time that she had been spending with Robert, but whatever the reason, CJ knew that she had never actually voiced her opinions of the base's mess hall quite like that before. If she were honest, she would admit that the food here was alot better than the alternative of not eating at all.

[kingzing]

She smiled at the question about her food. [COLOR="seagreen"]"A, it's military food, which automatically places in the category of 'not going win any awards', and B, it's Gaian, which means about the only thing of what we would consider natural coloring, and flavor, on this tray is the water. But all and all, I'd say that it isn't too bad. How's yours?"[/QUOTE]

Xavier smiled at that response, "Yea, I guess thats true" He said looking at his own food. Mine, well its pretty good, its no four seasons though." He said with another smile. "I have never been a big fan of military food either, but this is better than the stuff that I had in special forces. The MRE's (meals ready to eat) were pretty bad, but this is more tasty by far! This was the truth, in his tenure as a special forces soldier, he had eaten much worse food, and sometimes he wouldn't eat at all. But he thought that this food was pretty good.

[Atlantean_Fan]

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‘Okay, different culture, different angle…doesn’t have to mean they’re lesser developed, right?’ Carrie felt her cheeks almost turning a bit red as she continued to listen to the older woman across the table ‘Their way’s just… different’

She held up her hands defensively and grinned.
“Okay, okay, I think I got the message. So when it comes down it, we’re not that different after all, since most of our pharmaceuticals originate from some sort of plants, and we all have dedicated most of life to our work… Though I must admit that your way to reach the goal of becoming a fully fledged doctor might take a little bit longer then ours, and that is not meant in a bad way…”
As she spoke there was an idea starting to form in the back of her head, it just needed a little more time. She smiled and opened the lid of her laptop again, and continued on the track Delen had laid out.

“I think you might refer to a substance called “Naquadah”, and if so I’ve seen those devices used a couple of times as well, it’s quite impressive. We’ve got two, maybe three persons here on the base that has the ability to use that sort of technology, none in the Infirmary staff though and we try not to use them unless it’s absolutely necessary, after all it is foreign technology and you never know when they will stop working, right? I’ve got some papers on that if you want to read later on.”

Carrie gave Delen a mischievous grin over the screen.
“So, are you up for a challenge? And don’t worry, this is not me trying to put your abilities at a test…” she suddenly frowned and sighed “it’s me, getting totally stuck in an area of medicine where I don’t really belong and I could use another point of view on things. What do you say? Are you up to it?”

"So, thank you, I guess." Delen said to Carrie's words about what a long path it was for her to get her title. "Work always take away most of everyone's lives." She said in a sudden flash of good humor. Delen had a beautiful smile and she should use it more, but life, especially recently, made her very unwilling to do so.

"Yes, I've made an honest mistake with the name. Naquadah, I'll remember that. I only came to know about it very recently. It's good to have such devices around together with people who can actually work with them. Also good police to spare them for emergencies. There's a rule amongst us on Ara: "If it's unknown, don't trust it!" Especially if you can't fix it if it gets broken." She said agreeing with her alien colleague's good sense of judgment. "I'd be very thankful if you allowed me to read them." Delen answered to Carrie's offer to know more about the healing devices.

"Yes." She said dryly, her way of dropping from personal to professional. "What is it about, Dr Svensson?" Delen said trying not to show her excitement for something to work on, the possibility of feeling useful again and not just a burden for others to carry around. She hated the whole damsel in distress role she had been assuming lately while escaping and running away from the Goa'uld. This was her territory. She felt safe now.

Delen stood up and took a chair, positioning it just beside Carrie's so she could see what was in the laptop's screen. As she sat on the chair, something started to bip inside one of Carrie's pockets. 'Some sort of comm device certainly. Maybe later.' Delen thought, foreseeing what would come next and already fully understanding it.

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“Out of all times…”
Carrie picked up the pager from her pocket, read its message and slipped a small sigh, then offered Delen an apologetic grin as she got up from her chair and grabbed her laptop.
“Umm, I really have to go, there’s some kind of emergency in the Infirmary. I tell you what, I’ll come and see you later “she made a motion with her head towards the SF and grinned “I doubt I’ll have any trouble finding you with him as an escort.” and started to walk towards the door, but then turned around again.
“Listen, if you haven’t heard from me in say… two or three hours, come down there and see me, because I really would love to have your point of view on this, okay?”

She hurried out of the Mess before Delen had a chance to respond; feeling very guilty for acting like this, and aimed for the stairs; to wait for the elevator was definitely out of the question.

>>To the Infirmary

"It's alright. Duty calls. Been there, done that. No hurt feelings." Delen said to reassure Carrie that it was alright as she stood and took her laptop.

"Yeah. I had almost forgotten about him." She said in an unsatisfied tone of voice suddenly remembering her unwanted escort. It's not that she didn't understand the need, she just didn't like the situation of being followed around like a young child. Cultural differences.

"I'll be there." Delen said a bit loud to Carrie's retreating back. 'If I'm allowed to by big guy over there. Huh.' She thought to herself as she restored the chair to its old position at the table and took her tray away to where most people seemed to be leaving theirs as they left the room. The shadowy SF obviously followed her every step without loosing sight of her.

Delen thought it was payback time. She approached the SF and locked her right arm with his left. If he was going to follow her, he should do so as a gentleman. "Could we return to my quarters, please? I have some unfinished businesses to attend to there and have to wake up the others." She asked in a polite voice. 'And there's a girl in need of major dressing down for lack of polite behavior.' She thought to herself as she observed the SF's reaction to her action and remembered about young Martha and the talk they were supposed to have this morning.

"Huh... ma'am. Sure!" The SF got wordless with the arm lock, not knowing what to do since the woman was an alien. Be diplomatic or military? That was the question burning inside his mind. Noticing the general room reaction implied the use of diplomacy more than anything else, the SF just awkwardly guided Delen, arm in arm, out of the Mess Hall and in the direction of the guest quarters.

Delen herself was satisfied beyond words with the reaction of the SF. She could be a mean woman when she felt outraged.

Delen Treisa - Aran refugee - Nameless SF - NPCs

<< To quarters >>

[JacksonMiracle]

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Xavier smiled at that response, "Yea, I guess thats true" He said looking at his own food. Mine, well its pretty good, its no four seasons though." He said with another smile. "I have never been a big fan of military food either, but this is better than the stuff that I had in special forces. The MRE's (meals ready to eat) were pretty bad, but this is more tasty by far! This was the truth, in his tenure as a special forces soldier, he had eaten much worse food, and sometimes he wouldn't eat at all. But he thought that this food was pretty good.

CJ nodded her head in agreement. This was definately 100 times better than an MRE. She had eaten more than her fair share of those during her life. The comment about special forces caught her a little off guard. It was implied that a large percentage of the base personnel had at one point in time been part of a special forces unit. The training required for the SGC was always made so much easier if one had that kind of background. But it was rare that one would talk so openly about that time in their military career, especially as part of such casual conversation. She hoped that his experiences weren't as bad as some of the horror stories she had heard over the years, or at least that it was better than her own experiences as part of the SAR team. But that was certaintly not the type of question that one asked someone they just met. In fact, in a split second decision, she figured that it would be best to just change topics completely. "So, you been up to the surface anytime recently? I was up there the other day, and the weather is just right for a good run. I was going to go a little later on, if you cared to join me." She was suprised at her own words. Where had an invitation like that come from? Maybe she was just desperate for the company so that she wouldn't have to be alone with her thoughts any longer.

[Ryn]

<<From Infirmary>>

Gus and Donovan entered the mess, and the CMO saw it wasn't really that busy. A few tables were occupied. He frowned a little, then remembered. There were a few missions scheduled, or rather training missions. He'd received the schedule from the hangar bay SF's, just in case there were injuries afterwards and he needed to know what had happened exactly.

"Hey, doc, haven't seen you around in a while," Swanson commented as he got to serve Gus his food. Usually the CMO had his meals sent to his office.

Gus smiled. "I know, just thought I should be more social, sometimes. Take meals at decent hours.".

"Mmm, you should, here you go, today's special."

"Let me guess. Chicken ?" He hadn't looked at the dishes yet.

"No, something else entirely. Beef stew with vegetables. Enjoy."

Gus noticed something orange amidst the strange mix of food, something he didn't recognise. "What are those ? Carrots ?" That was something he'd expect in a beef stew, but those didn't really look like carrots. The only thing they shared with the Earth vegetable, was the colour.

"The Gaian version." Swanson actually smiled. To Gus that meant there was probably a risk factor involved here.

"Alright, but if I get sick..." Gus left the rest of the sentence hanging in the air, knowing that Swanson knew what he meant.

"Don't worry, Gus. I know the CG would be after me if I served you bad food!"

"Indeed he would, Henry, indeed he would."

Another chuckle of the head chef, and Gus' plate was full. The CMO had to admit though, it smelled wonderful.

He chose a seat somewhere and gestured for Donovan to join him, totally intent on enjoying this. It really had been ages since he actually had sat down and enjoyed a meal in the company of someone. Usually, he let his meals be delivered to his office when he remembered he had to eat. And when said meal finally did arrive, it equally usually was left alone when Gus was presented with yet another medical drama.

Dr Augustus "Gus" Aaronson -- CMO

[kingzing]

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CJ nodded her head in agreement. This was definately 100 times better than an MRE. She had eaten more than her fair share of those during her life. The comment about special forces caught her a little off guard. It was implied that a large percentage of the base personnel had at one point in time been part of a special forces unit. The training required for the SGC was always made so much easier if one had that kind of background. But it was rare that one would talk so openly about that time in their military career, especially as part of such casual conversation. She hoped that his experiences weren't as bad as some of the horror stories she had heard over the years, or at least that it was better than her own experiences as part of the SAR team. But that was certaintly not the type of question that one asked someone they just met. In fact, in a split second decision, she figured that it would be best to just change topics completely. "So, you been up to the surface anytime recently? I was up there the other day, and the weather is just right for a good run. I was going to go a little later on, if you cared to join me." She was suprised at her own words. Where had an invitation like that come from? Maybe she was just desperate for the company so that she wouldn't have to be alone with her thoughts any longer.

Xavier was a little stunned by the offer, but he quickly regained his exposure "Sure, I would be happy to join you on a run, when would you like to go?" Xavier had been planning on going on a run by himself later and was pleased that someone was going to join him

[Northern Girl]

<<From Infirmary>>

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Gus and Donovan entered the mess, and the CMO saw it wasn't really that busy. A few tables were occupied. He frowned a little, then remembered. There were a few missions scheduled, or rather training missions. He'd received the schedule from the hangar bay SF's, just in case there were injuries afterwards and he needed to know what had happened exactly.

"Hey, doc, haven't seen you around in a while," Swanson commented as he got to serve Gus his food. Usually the CMO had his meals sent to his office.

Gus smiled. "I know, just thought I should be more social, sometimes. Take meals at decent hours.".

"Mmm, you should, here you go, today's special."

"Let me guess. Chicken ?" He hadn't looked at the dishes yet.

"No, something else entirely. Beef stew with vegetables. Enjoy."

Gus noticed something orange amidst the strange mix of food, something he didn't recognise. "What are those ? Carrots ?" That was something he'd expect in a beef stew, but those didn't really look like carrots. The only thing they shared with the Earth vegetable, was the colour.

"The Gaian version." Swanson actually smiled. To Gus that meant there was probably a risk factor involved here.

"Alright, but if I get sick..." Gus left the rest of the sentence hanging in the air, knowing that Swanson knew what he meant.

"Don't worry, Gus. I know the CG would be after me if I served you bad food!"

"Indeed he would, Henry, indeed he would."

Another chuckle of the head chef, and Gus' plate was full. The CMO had to admit though, it smelled wonderful.

He chose a seat somewhere and gestured for Donovan to join him, totally intent on enjoying this. It really had been ages since he actually had sat down and enjoyed a meal in the company of someone. Usually, he let his meals be delivered to his office when he remembered he had to eat. And when said meal finally did arrive, it equally usually was left alone when Gus was presented with yet another medical drama.

Dr Augustus "Gus" Aaronson -- CMO

>> from the Infirmary >>

Charles trailed along after the CMO into the Mess hall and judging from the lack of people; the breakfast rush was over. He went over to the counter and picked a sandwich with a blue tinted cheese and a sort of salad he recognized as one of many he grew in his own garden beds.
Seeing Aaronson’s waving, he quickly poured himself a cup of coffee and walked over to the table and sat down.
“Before you say anything else; no, I will not quit on coffee, period. I don’t smoke; I don’t drink” he picked up his mug, cradling it with both hands just under his nose, taking in the smell and looked at the doctor across the table with a grin “so leave my coffee alone.”

He drank some of the coffee and took a bite of the sandwich, eating in silence for a minute and before continuing, now with a small frown. “Now, tell me, how hard did the quake hit you? Rumors tell me that you were hit harder here then we were.”

NPC – Charles Donovan, medic, Foreston FD.

[Ryn]

Gus's face changed a little, indicative to the stress he'd been under ever since. It was getting less though, he was healing too.

"Yeah, we were hit pretty hard..." Gus confirmed, thinking what he should reveal to Donovan. A lot of it was classified, including the loss of the DHD. "We lost two levels to the quake, and a good number of people got injured naturally. But, these are all topnotch folks, which means they're fairly resilient, and they rely on their training to overcome this kind of disaster. Things are being fixed as we speak, and a lot has been repaired already." Gus figured this was all he was going to say about the matter.

"So how did the town take it ?"

[Northern Girl]

Eyeing the doctor closely as he spoke, he nodded; this was a game he knew all to well after being in the service for more then half of his life, there was more to it then the doctor told him, but apparently it was something a civilian didn’t need to know.
“I was right then; you were much closer to the epicenter then we were.” Charles sipped on his coffee and drew in a deep breath. “We had some cuts and bruises, nothing serious though, the structural damage was minor as well; shattered windows and some cracks in one of the bigger brick houses. I think the biggest damage for us was the brute knowledge that there were such things as “Gaia-quakes”…”

NPC – Charles Donovan, medic, Foreston FD.

[Ryn]

"I hear you there," nodded Gus. "It was a scare here too, I can tell you. The Infirmary was in a chaos, briefly." He paused, chewing on his food, and just enjoying it for a while.

"So um ... any more plans for the day ?" It was a fairly lame question, but it was all he could think of. "I guess I should go check in again..." Gus looked at his watch, the whole meal had maybe taken twenty minutes. Guess I could stay here for a while more, they've got my pager if there's anything they can't handle... Still, he did want to check in on how Brihanna was doing. The surgery should be finished by now, he thought. He had every confidence in Julianna and Carrie to finish the job in both a timely and accurate fashion.

[Northern Girl]

“Come on doc. They know where to find you! Relax. Take it easy for a while, enjoy the peace and quiet; you never know when the next opportunity for that comes right?”
Charles ate some more of the sandwich before leaning back in the chair, sipping the hot coffee.
“We were planning on doing a lunch picnic to the park, my wife and I” he shot a glance at his watch and grinned “though I guess it’s a bit late for that by the time I get back to Foreston; it takes just a little bit longer to walk then with a chopper, but as long as I’m home for dinner I guess she’ll be alright.”

After taking another sip of the coffee he added with a chuckle “I’m having kitchen duty today, I wonder what I’m supposed to cook to make her go easy on me when I drop the bombshell about the clinic… Got any ideas?”

NPC – Charles Donovan, medic, Foreston FD.