Quarters

[Kazzy J]

'Sounds like your godfather was qiuite a guy.' Kaz grinned, feeling a kinship for this younger woman.

'Lets go see if we can find ole Bluey, maybe then we can get some more info. If we can't find him, lets jump on someone until he shows up. He's never far behind me. Can't imagine why?' Kaz said, giving Kym a wink and standing.
'Ready Lt.?'

[Jynjyr]

SG-6, M1, D1, 04.05 ((40 minutes to 'Go'.))

"Give me a second here." Kym quickly folded her narrow braid into a bundle and secured it with a leather headband. She covered it with her baseball cap. Picking up her jacket, she blew out the candle and snuffed the incense stick.
"Ready to go, Ma'am." Kym patted her pockets for her extra supplies then followed Johnson out the door.

<looking for Gen Blue><Blue is in his office>

[Sobek]

Harders walked into his room. It was still the same old number 6. He walked over to his bed, sat down for a beat and started thinking again. It seemed that was all he was doing lately. Thinking. He had tried to restrain himself from thinking too much about Earth, but everything reminded him somehow of home. Especially now, when he was sitting in his room, where he had just put up some pictures. He closed his eyes and bumped down on his bed with his stomach, his face hitting the pillow. Now he was only seeing darkness, as he was in his thoughts. He felt he was about to cry, but then he quickly got up. He thought to himself:

"Pull yourself together man! Just focus!". He already had his BDU's on and just went into his room, for a little private time and relaxation.

Then he woke up. He had apparently fallen asleep on his bed. There was now about 35 minutes left to mission start. He rose to his feet and hurried out of his room, so that he could get geared up.

((Armory))

[Major Henderson]

Donna dumped her stuff on her bed, which had not been made since the last time she was in it, I should tidy up...when I get back she said to herself. She checked her pack to make sure everything she needed was there she went over to her desk and got her note book her spare laptop lets hope this one stays intact and put them in her backpack. she looked at her watch she still had a bit of time before she had to make her way to the gateroom, so she switched some music on to relax her before the mission and went over in her head what she still had to do, science lab, armory.....

...............................


A little later

It was time to leave so she put on her jacket and her backpack and left to pick up a few things from the science lab.

[Queen Eleta]

((level 6, room 15))

Veronica entered her room and laid on her bed.She tried to think about the particulars of the up coming mission, and what might occur, bad and good scenarios. Anything to take her mind of her nervousness and queasy stomach. It was soon time to go to the armory, then onto the control room.

((to the armory))

[Colonel Sharp]

Intercom: "SG-1 to the breifing room..and someone bring a slice of pizza, thats all."

[shovar]

Zach walked into his room, and put his book on his bed, he got changed into some combat uniform and collected his translation notes out of his cupboard and put them in his bag.

He walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him.

[ShelBel]

Jaime sat in her usual perch, tucked up on her bed with her back against the wall, trusty laptop plugged in, going over server logs. Everything looked well, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The backups had failed last week, but after some tweaking they seemed to be running well again.

The intercom call for SG-1 penetrated her concentration, and the plea for a slice of pizza made her smile. Things here on Gaia seemed a little more relaxed than at the SGC... Her smile faded and she sighed, scrubbing a hand across her face. Even after all this time, it was still hard to accept that it was all gone. Of course, the fact that she'd barely been able to step out of the server rooms since she'd gotten here a week before the disaster didn't help. She'd practically lived at SGC even then; when she'd been put in charge of getting the system up and running on Gaia she'd merely picked up everything and moved, so had a few of the creature comforts of home stashed in her new quarters- her server, her laptop, civilian clothes, that sort of thing. Whatever she'd been able to fit in her bags had made the trip.

With a sigh she logged off, turned off the laptop, and got up, needing to move. She quickly shed her jammies for workout clothes and headed for the gym.

<< off to gym >>

[ShelBel]

<< back from gym >>

Feeling a bit more chipper, Jaime sauntered into her quarters, closed the door behind her, and went to the corner occupied by her desk and personal server. She couldn't begin to be thankful that just prior to getting the call to come to Gaia she'd upgraded the whole thing, including nearly a terabyte of storage and a state of the art speaker system (hey, you never knew when one of those off-world teams would need something capable of hi-fi for a recording of something or another- so she'd expensed two, one for the lab and one for herself as a backup).

Pursing her lips, she cued up her iTunes, set it on random, and turned to peruse her room as music came blaring forth. The walls were plain concrete grey, dark and a bit depressing, and she suddenly wished she had the ability to paint the walls to warm the space.

Bedding- standard military issue. Footlocker serving as an impromptu bench at the foot. And since she didn't have access to anything other than what was there, she was kind of stuck in the decorating department.

Note to self, she thought. Look for fabric and something resembling paint if I ever get topside- or off world. Then she snorted. Yeah, like THAT would ever happen.

She'd just cleaned a day or so ago, so there really wasn't anything in that department to keep her busy. With a sigh, she cast another glance around the room- and her eyes fell on a linen-wrapped, book-shaped object on the far bookshelf. She paused for a long moment, torn; then finally crossed the room and picked it up, carefully unwrapping the linen. A book fell into her hands, leather-bound and worn, and her fingers touched the cover gently, almost reverently.

She took it to her desk, sat down, and stared at the closed cover before finally opening it. A sheet of paper fell out, in her own hadnwriting- notes and such, scribbles that looked like not much unless you knew Ancient.

She stared at the paper for a while, tears rising unbidden. In the margins were notes in another hand, corrections and suggestions, hints- Dr. Jackson had given the book to her as a side project, with some basic notes, and she'd been working on it when Earth was destroyed.

She knew she had copies of all his files- and he'd told her he'd already translated the book, but wanted to see how she'd do. If she wanted to know what it said, she could just read that. But it wasn't so much the content, but the challenge of deciphering the language. Ancient was fascinating, had all kinds of quirks and tricks, and judging from Dr. Jackson's preliminary remarks, she'd been on the right track.

With a sigh, Jaime settled in with her notes on one side, the book in front of her, and a blank notebook on the other side, and began to read and scrawl.

It would pass the time, anyway.

[ShelBel]

Absorbed in her translations, Jaime didn't notice when the screen of her computer glowed to life. A small message box popped up on the screen; when that too was ignored, her speakers began to emit a plaintive repetative beeping.

Jaime jumped and blinked uncomprehendingly at the computer screen for a long moment before she shook the Ancient out of her brain and finally began processing things in Modern English again. "What the..." she muttered, clicking on the message box. Another box popped up, scrolling info faster than she could read, and a tiny monitor showing the gateroom blinked into motion.

The iris opened, the gate whooshed to life, and Jaime watched several figures tumble onto the ramp, backlit by what looked like staff weapon blasts. One sprawled motionless where he lay, the back of his uniform smoking, and a couple more followed, the last making a frantic motion to close the Gate, which quickly dissolved into nothingness.

The room exploded into activity, white lab coats and scrubs everywhere, tending to the wounded. Squinting at the monitor, Jaime sighed and scrolled back thru the text information. There'd been at least three teams involved in the rescue mission, and if those five were the only ones that had made it back... The code that had opened the iris was SG-8s, but the monitor was too small to determine team numbers from the uniform patches (she doubted the little IP camera had the resolution to do it anyway).

Chewing her lip, she made a few mouse clicks and waited for the assorted SG team members to be checked into the infirmary. Then she'd know for sure who had made it back.

[ShelBel]

Just then, the pager in her pocket buzzed, making Jaime jump. She fished it out and read the text; it was the infirmary, something about one of their tablet PCs...

With a sigh she got up. Well, nothing like getting to see things first hand with a legitimate excuse.

<< to the infirmary >>

[ShelBel]

Jaime wandered back to her quarters, taking the long route. Along the way she inspected several wiring closets, just to be sure that they'd not been tampered with; the possibility was remote, but it was something to occupy time.

When she finally did return to her room, she left the door partway open and went to her computer, logging in to the system and checking various server logs- including the dialling computer. Everything looked five by five. She chewed on her lip for a moment, casting an eye at the time- 4:00pm.

Sixteen hundred hours, you mean. She snorted to herself. Darn military time.... Her eyes fell on the disarray of her desk; the book and its accompanying notes held no interest for her at the moment. She sighed again and got up, stalking around her room until she randomly plucked a novel off her bookshelf.

Ugh. "Cryptonomicon". Do I really want to do that to myself again? Not right now. Hmmm, what else... oh, what the heck. She put the thicker paperback on the shelf and pulled a different one out. Haven't read any Anne Rice for a while. Might as well read about vampires. She eyed the spine of the book. Lets hope Lestat can hold my attention for a bit.

She settled on her bed, back propped up against the wall and a pillow for support, flipped open the book, and began to read.

[Jynjyr]

< from the Infirmary >

The elevator doors opened and Kym backed out of the compartment. Pushing the wheels was more exhausting than walking but infinitely better than falling flat on her face. She stopped at the ladies' room door, wondering if she wanted that adventure right now. "I don't think so. Not yet."
Thinking that she was the only person on this floor, Kym was surprised to see a door partially open. She saw a woman with mostly brown hair engrossed in a book. She tapped a fingernail on the doorframe. When that didn't get a result, she tapped harder and cleared her throat.

(( OOC - how caught up in the book is Jaime? ))

[ShelBel]

(( OOC: Not very. She's really just re-reading/skimming it because she's bored out of her skull at the moment! LOL! ))

At the slight sound, Jaime looked up and discovered, much to her surprise, one of the SG team members from the infirmary in her doorway. The woman was in a wheelchair and looked, for lack of a better description, like something the cat dragged in.

"Hi," Jaime smiled, putting the book down and getting to her feet. "They let you out of the infirmary, huh?"

[Jynjyr]

(( OOC - Gee, thanks. Something the cat dragged in? *runs a hand thru her hair* Do we have a cat(s) on base? ))

"Yeah. Doc decided we were going to live and tossed us out." Kym shrugged and grinned. "In my own room I've got peace and quiet. I never realised how busy the Infirmary was with little stuff. I'm usually only there for mission check-ups."
She stuck out her hand, "By the way, my name's Tyler. K'ma Tyler. Call me Kym."