Mess Hall / Commissary

[Re1ndeer]

Markus sat in his chair, zoning out. 'How long does it take to get a briefing about a mission?'

He didn't notice that Lance and Lena had moved to the side and were basicly done. He continued to sit in his chair, thinking about computer scripts and the such.

[Vagabond Serpent]

Lance snorted. "And when is anything ever easy? Just once I'd like to see that happen."

He crossed his arms, taking a minute to go over things in his head. "But I think, with the people we have, our bases are pretty well covered. I'd have liked to have been able to test them before throwing them out in the field, though. This isn't an ideal situation by any stretch of the imagination, but it's not all bad."

"So what do you say? Get them on up here?" If Lance took the time to look, Redd was probably still somewhere nearby. Owen could probably be summoned without too much trouble, presuming, of course, that she wasn't completely absorbed in whatever it was she was doing.

Elena snorted herself when she heard her CO remarking about the things never being easy.

"You're right... Things are easy only when you plan them. And you're right that we've our bases covered, I agree. But I think that the best test for our team will be exactly in the field. There it'll be crystal clear in a moment what everyone is capable of. Well, that's what I think, anyway."

Lena finished her reply on the first part of Lance's words and went silent for couple of seconds, processing thoughts in her mind.

"OK, let's bring our civilians here and have a chat with them about the mission. I guess Marcus should still be here somewhere..."

She got up and turned around, scanning the mess. Then she waved her hand in the Redd's table direction and faced Tallon again.

"Yes, that coffee addict is still here, and I had time to tell him a few words about the upcoming mission while you were busy chasing Captain Oxford thanks to me... Sorry..." - Scorpio blushed slightly one more time. - "But I've no idea where Doctor Owen could be. More to say, I don't even know what does she looks like."

[aintright]

<<MEN! So Annoying Sometimes!!>>

Wiping her mouth with the napkin her emerald green eyes found the Docs and bore into them. She bit her lower lip as she awaited the response that was obviously bouncing about his brain. Should I stay or should I go? Deciding that dessert was in order she was about to excuse herself when trouble of the double heaping sort arrived.

Leading Tim over, “Shelder, that was fast.” Then gazed at Lu Ban and threw her, his most annoying grins, “Lu Ban.” Taking a seat, he moved his hand to steal food from Emma’s plate, only to realise that nothing was left, in the plate and frowned.

“You really should learn to share.”

She returned the grin, okay more of a snarl. "Oxford." Her body took a defensive position as his hand approached her tray. Wanting to snicker at his disappointment at the lack of food to steal, "Share? Hey, you are the one who threw me out of your bed." With that the grin found its mode of tease along with the taunting eyes. Emma slowly drew herself to her feet and sashayed away from the table to find something sweet. This place was sure full of sour subjects and salty dogs.

It was as she exited that she realized Tim was with the small entourage. "Hey Timmo. Was off for something sweet to take the edge off. Can I get you anything?" She grinned at him. "Actually I did need some information from you." She gave a small tilt of the head.

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[Northern Girl]

Tim shrugged and said quietly as he got up and followed Oxford, “Well, at least we have a name to start with.”
He gave Greg a nod whenthey got over to his table, “Hey, looks like I didn’t rough you up that badly,” then turned towards Emma as he suddenly caught her last name.
‘LuBan?’ Tim shot a quizzical look at Greg, ‘Captain LuBan as the transferee from Shanstid?’

He took a deep breath as he felt her cheeks get more than a little shade of red, “Captain…” turning even redder when she replied something about a bed.
Tim shot a look at Oxford, ‘What kind of a man *are you? You have a woman in every port or what!?’

*"Hey Timmo. Was off for something sweet to take the edge off. Can I get you anything? Actually I did need some information from you."

Tim tore his eyes off Oxford, “Um, what? Sorry Ma’am. I mean, of course Ma’am.” He slipped a sigh.
What was it abut her that made him turn himself in to a teenager again?
“I’m fine. Thank you Ma’am. Why don’t you let me show you what we have...” ‘…and letting me get away from Captain ‘Womanhunter’ for a while.’

He led the way towards the bowls of fresh fruits, shot a look over his shoulder to make sure they were out of earshot of Greg and Travis, then looked at Emma with a raised brow of miss-belief, “You’re a Captain…? Ma’am? Emma… What ever?”

[DragonGate]

As Greg watched the mini-circus, he let his head hit the table as Tim and Emma walked away. 'Is there anybody with a Y-chromosome that isn't bowled over by her? I'll warn him later she's not serious.'

He sat back up and looked at Travis. "Anyway, I finished my programs and got pretty good results on the PT test and the shooting range. Does SG-7 have someone with any technical skills? Or do I have to dummy-proof the files?"

[SilverRider]

Travis wanted to groan at the reminder, although not in the aspect she was trying make it come across. He wasn’t going refresh her memory that she was the one who entered his room, woke him up with her chatter and send him to Hanes over it few hours later. Not to mention the Colonel nearly had skinned him alive in his office.

He looked at Tim, saw his reaction to her words and shook his head when Tim shot him a look. It wasn’t the moment for corrections, not till Luban was gone, by gone meaning somewhere in another part of the base, far away from him. The Sarge’s little crush didn’t go un-noticed by him. All he could do was smirk at the retreating back.

Once both were out the ear shot Travis turned to say something, but Greg was already talking away, what he said made him frown, “I don’t know if they have anyone with tech skills, but it won’t hurt to dummy proof it anyway. We got two Lt’s leading the team, might as well give them a hand as much as we can, while we have a chance.”

“In-between your work, you might want to stop me from hurting or zatting her. I swear I’m going to do it one of these days.”

[DragonGate]

Greg chuckled. "Not if I beat you to it, Oxford." He felt a little, out, that Travis didn't ask more. He'd believe when he could hear it from an impartial grader. Now, of course he'd focus to the mission.

He nodded. "I can make it autoplay on Goa'uld systems, even the guys I used to work with couldn't screw up putting a CD in a computer. Well, except for the guy who thought the CD tray was for drinks, but never mind. I'm going to get some chow, you want anything?"

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<<Blond, Brunette, Red Head?!!>>

Still grinning as she noticed the young medic was following. Seeking out dessert wasn't what Emma had wanted help with but, she didn't mind the company. He seemed like a truly nice guy. More than she could say for his two overly seasoned compadres. "Huh? Captain? Yah." She rolled her eyes. "Is that so terribly surprising? What after review, not found to be built like one or something?" There was that teasing smile, flickering of the eyes again. Certainly there was no plan of letting him forget his invasion of privacy anytime soon.

Stepping up to the counter she was looking for something gooey and cake like. Any signs of chocolate would be a major bonus. Of course the medicine man was about to suggest something wonderfully healthy. That was okay. A little of both could work. Making a small signal with her hand, "So, which of these have you found a hankering for?" There was a small cock of the head as her eyes narrowed while her voice took on a serious tone. They were talking dessert here. She turned to face him straight on still smiling, "Do you see anything you like?"

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[Northern Girl]

Tim shook his head, “No, not 'terribly surprising', it was just a bit unexpected since you introduced yourself without using your rank. That's all. Don't think I've ever met an officer who hadn't, but I guess there's a first for everything.”

He looked down at the bowls and picked up a very purple, grapefruit sized fruit, “If you wanted something sweet, then this might be something for you. It sure helps getting your blood sugar up if needed.”
Tim handed it over to her and then reached for a small one portion bowl containing a green pudding , “Don't let the color fool you. It's really tasty, reminds you a bit of chocolate pudding with a bit of a...” He gave her a mischievous smile, “kick...”

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<<Blond, Brunette, Red Head?!!>>

Giving a bit of a facial shrug. "Ranks, meh, overrated," she remarked unabashedly. "Don't get me wrong. They have their place and time. My apologies for not giving a proper introduction. I guess I am not big on pomp and stance." With a bit of a wily drawl, "If you must you must. But Sir, I prefer Emma when not in formal settings. Besides, I love to be known for firsts." Biting her lower lip a snicker escaped.

Taking hold of the purple fruit, "Pretty, and packed with a sweet rush. Hmmmm, you ma dear and I could have a thing going on." LuBan held the fruit rolling it about in her hand as she spoke affectionately to it. Leerily taking the next item offered. She made a repugnant snarl of the nose. "Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God himself, were it possible." Looking suspiciously over the bowl, "Choccie you say? I did say I am a Captain, right? Be careful Sergeant, very careful." Slowly wafting the scent she raised an eye, "Hmmmm, only if you eat one first." She placed four bowls of the mystery pudding on the tray. "The boys could use a good 'kick'. Shall we?"

Heading back to the littered table, "Oh and by the way. On the earlier remark. There is nothing between your CO and I. It was just an inside joke. I would hate for you to get the wrong idea. On either side. Let's just say we have a little knack of playful banter betwixt us. Certainly nothing serious."

Emma used the new tray to displace the existing. "Dig in boys, comes highly recommended by your medic. It has to be good for you." She gave a wink as she handed the first bowl to Foster, "Only after you Timmo, only after you."

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<<quote by george bancroft>>

[DragonGate]

Greg had just got back to the table with some food of his own, noticing the Tim and Emma had joined them. Even if wasn't brimming with happiness with Emma right now, this felt right. He looked around the table at his friends.

He gave the green pudding a questioning look. "Yeah, our company's medic in Kosovo smoked like a chimney and dropped LSD when we weren't active for training, too." Shaking his head, Greg put his hand out to ask for a bowl.

[Northern Girl]

<<Blond, Brunette, Red Head?!!>>

Heading back to the littered table, "Oh and by the way. On the earlier remark. There is nothing between your CO and I. It was just an inside joke. I would hate for you to get the wrong idea. On either side. Let's just say we have a little knack of playful banter betwixt us. Certainly nothing serious."

Tim raised a brow, “Oh. I'm relieved to hear that. I was beginning to think I had to watch my CO's back in more than one way.”

They walked back towards the table and as the bowl was offered, he took it without even a hint of hesitation and sat down, looking at the others, “Look, it's perfectly safe. If the biologists hadn't cleared it, it wouldn't be here.”
He grabbed a spoon and scooped up a spoon full, “Got to warn you about the red oatmeal though. That did not sit well in peoples stomachs,” Tim looked at the spoon, “...but I think we've learned a few things since then.” and then took it in his mouth.

The flavor of first chocolate and then a few seconds later, hot spices mixed in his mouth, adding a new dimension of the otherwise pretty plain chocolate.
Tim swallowed, wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Emma, “See. I lived to tell the tale. Now you try it and tell me what you think.”

He gave the green pudding a questioning look. "Yeah, our company's medic in Kosovo smoked like a chimney and dropped LSD when we weren't active for training, too." Shaking his head, Greg put his hand out to ask for a bowl.

Tim chuckled, “LSD, uh? Well don't worry. I wouldn't even dream of doing something like that.” He looked down in his bowl and stirred his spoon in it for a few times before looking up at the others, “We had this guy over at Fort Sam Huston, where I got my medic training. He thought he was a really funny guy, and sometimes he actually was. Unfortunately he crossed the line when he decided to put Furosemide in our canteens before a 5 mile run.”
Tim grimaced and looked at the others, “It's a drug with a fast diuretic effect. Long story short; he didn't graduate...”

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<<Blond, Brunette, Red Head?!!>>

Emma returned to her spot across the table from the medic. She didn't respond to Greg's comments. Even though she knew better she was still miffed with the man. Not exactly sure why she felt she had a right to be. They barely knew each other. The Doc had no obligation to cover her butt. Why would he be anything but a typical self serving male with his own needs and future in the forefront.

Taking her bowl she watched curiously as Foster dug in. No signs of immediate poisoning. No instant sweat or turning shades of green to match. With a shrug a spoonful found her lips and she made a small groan of pleasure. It really did have some semblance of choccie to its flavor. Before there was time to truly relish the taste the spices came as a most pleasant surprise. "WOW, excellent. Most different but, excellent. I see what you meant." Giving Tim a grin as the next batch made its way. "Cheers."

Totally ignoring the line of boy talk and the two extra pesty lads, "So tell me about Foreston. It has been longer than I care to acknowledge since some serious official R&R. Do you recommend the place. Is it an easy hike? Or is there another venue to be used?"

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[SilverRider]

He was about to reply to Greg on his question when something hit him in the stomach and guts, the feeling wasn’t good. He shook his head at Greg in answer of no, that he didn’t want anything to eat and let Shelder go and grab his meal. Alone on the table Oxford frowned as he tried to make a sense of what was wrong, but couldn’t come up with anything. This annoyed him since he could usually find out what was wrong, but this round he had no clue nothing whatsoever to tell him why he was getting this uneasy feeling.

Too busy with his thoughts, he didn’t notice Emma and Tim returning or even registering anything on what they were talking about. Heck he was off in his own little world. Shaking his head to clear of the cobwebs he blinked at the two, he only caught one word, since he missed the whole conversation, “What’s in Foreston?” Of course he knew it was a town, so why in the world was he putting his foot in mouth was beyond him.

[DragonGate]

Greg winced at the idea of a dehydrating drug and a five mile run together. He cautiously tried the pudding, which really wasn't bad. He made a bit of a face at the spicy aftertaste.

He was mildly paying attention to Tim and Emma discussing Foreston, looking at the spaced for a moment Travis. "People? Waldo? Bigfoot?"