January 18th, 2007
|purplerhino||01:50 pm - And Escaping|
When: During the bigwig's powow
Where: One of the towers, a balcony
Marina McKimmon hadn’t paid attention to the general request for all new arrivals to report to medical. She’d only been here a few hours and she already knew what a mistake it was. She’d been so sure, so confident that this would not only be a brilliant career move, but also away to keep gloriously busy and move on from her mother’s death not even a year after she’d lost little Jamie.
January 7th, 2007
|purplerhino||08:05 pm - Getting Away|
Who: Rose, Ami, Scott, Ripley, thje Doctor,
When: During the bigwig's powow
Where: A previously unoccupied apartment
The Doctor had helped convince Beckett that getting the true empaths out of the Infirmary, and as far away from most of the population as could be safely managed, was a logical course of action. Rose wasn't in the room when he did it, so she didn't know if he used hard logic or just ordered them. For some reason, most people seemed inclined to do what he said. He was a natural leader. 900 years of personality could do that, she supposed.
January 3rd, 2007
|sinanju||09:07 am - [Dr. Beckett] Briefing|
Who: Dr. Beckett
When: A few hours later
Where: Dr. Weir's Office
Invited: Atlantis Head Honchos (and anyone they think should be present)
"...what can you tell us, Dr. Beckett?"
Carson Beckett rubbed at his face. He was tired, and still recovering from his own bout of emotional instability. He'd found himself ranting at his staff, berating them for their failings--mental, physical, moral--in no uncertain terms. It was only when he was reminded of his own orders about accepting the opinions of others when they suggested that you were exhibiting symptoms of the condition that he'd backed down. At that it had taken a show of hands from everyone present, including the Marine guards on the door, to convince him. He'd retired to his office in a snit...but eventually he'd calmed down.
Now he was simply embarrassed beyond description at the unprofessional and cruel way he'd behaved. It wasn't like him, but that didn't change the fact that he'd deliberately stuck the knife into several of his colleagues' psyches where he'd known it would hurt most. They knew it was the undiagnosed condition too--but that wasn't going to make it much easier to repair the damage to their relationships.
Beckett looked up. Dr. Weir was watching him with concern. "Ah...right," he said.
"I'll be brief. We still have no idea what we're dealing with. To the best of our knowledge, it isn't a virus, a drug, a disease, or a parasitic organism. It initially affected some of the new arrivals. Specifically Chloe Sullivan of SG-23, several members of SG-1 and their...entourage, and Faith Lehane." Carson looked up from his notes. "I'm told she didn't arrive via the gate, but showed up with The Doctor and his companions. That strongly suggests that it isn't directly related to gate travel, so that's one bright spot."
"The condition manifests as rapid and severe mood swings. Whatever emotional state the subject experiences is greatly heightened. Annoyance escalates very quickly to furious anger, sadness leads to depression, and so forth. Ordinarily, someone who is furious or depressed remains in that state for a long while, and only slowly recovers. Those who are affected by this condition, however, can go from furious to depressed to ecstatic very quickly."
"It appears to be contagious," Beckett said. At the chorus of unhappy sighs and frowns, he added, "however, unlike most such contagions, this one appears to be easily controlled. Anyone already in Atlantis when the problem began can be affected by prolonged contact with the victims--but if they're removed from such contact for a few hours, they recover and show no sign of continuing problems. I've reduced the infirmary staff dealing with the patients to a skeleton crew, and established a rotation schedule which will--which I hope--will limit their exposure sufficiently to avoid coming down with it."
"So...any questions?" he finished.
December 26th, 2006
|purplerhino||08:19 pm - Infirmery influx|
Who: Dr. Beckett, Chloe, Ami, Doctor, Rose, Tayla etc
Where: Medical, Atlantis
When: Approx. one to two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Rose patiently withstood the poking and prodding, the taking of blood samples and the machine that doubled as a fetal heart monitor. It never ceased to amaze her when she heard the rapid double beat that almost sounded like a train.
December 23rd, 2006
|sinanju||01:02 pm - [Chloe] Ebil! Awakens!|
Who: Chloe Sullivan
Where: The Gate Room, Atlantis
When: Approx. two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Chloe walked out of her newly assigned quarters in a giddy mood. Atlantis was amazing! It was incredible, in fact. It was hard to accept that the city was as old as it was known to be. It seemed brand new, as if even the Atlantis expedition had just moved in and hadn't had time to scuff the floors. Chloe reminded herself that the city was actually several million years old and giggled. Incredible!
( Chloe Sullivan and the Green-Eyed Monster, or Ebil! awakens!Collapse )
Current Mood: infuriated
Current Music: NIne Inch Nails, "Closer"
December 15th, 2006
|sophiedb||05:09 pm - Taking the tour|
Where: [On the way to the] Gatrium (if that's what it's called..?)
When: Day 1, 1 hr after arrival
Invited: Anyone not in the meeting room
( SightseeingCollapse )
December 14th, 2006
|lost_mckay||10:56 am - [NPC Elizabeth] Debriefing in Meeting Room One|
Who: Dr. E. Weir
Where: Meeting room one, upstairs, opposite the Control Room, Atlantis
When: Day 1, 1 hr after 'Gate travel, Mid-morning.
Invited: Doctor, Rose, Faith, Ripley, Jack, SGA-1, SG-1, Anyone
Up the grand staircase, and to the left of the secondary Control Room (the great burnished rust blast doors closed for the moment), the lights were turned on in the larger of the multiple meeting rooms, the back lit table cleared of items but for a single data-tablet. Upon the side wall hung a large display, currently showing the Atlantis 'screen saver', that is, a light blue background with scroll after scroll of a language that hadn't been seen on Earth for literally a million years. Ancient... its form, blocky.
( Time for answersCollapse )
December 12th, 2006
|fikgirl||11:18 pm - Back in the City of Angels|
Where: Angel Investigations/Wolfram & Hart Bldg, LA
Invited:Anyone is welcome (but I think only George is around)
Angel exited the elevator of his private pent house apartment – located at the top of the restored and renovated Wolfram & Hart building – and strolled across the second floor foyer towards the conference room.
"Pig, 98 degrees with just a touch of cow for that added perk." Harmony intercepted him, pressing a mug of warm blood into his hand. "Just the way you like it, Boss."
With a sigh, Angel took the mug and sipped it, then continued on his way.
"Don't I even get a thank you?"
The look the souled vampire tossed back over his shoulder at the vampire receptionist sent her scurrying without another word. Every now and then Harmony needed a reminder that she was lucky to have a job after her betrayal. Fortunately, knowing for absolute certain that she couldn't be trusted made it a lot easier to work with her.
(There's also the added bonus of the three times and you're staked rule,) Angel mused.
He opened the doors to the staff room, looked up and his greeting died on his lips. The room was empty, save Spike who paged through a comic book called "9th Wonders" and dipped a donut into . . . a mug of blood. Considering that Angel didn't consider Spike to be high on the scale of "anybody" – no one really knew what he did around the place, and he only drew a paycheck to keep him safely out of Angel's hair – he considered the room empty.
( I never could get the hang of ThursdaysCollapse )
December 8th, 2006
|fikgirl||11:04 pm - Exchange Program|
Where: The SGC/The 'Gate Station/Atlantis
Invited: Anyone at the SGC who wants to play
"So," General Jack O'Neill leaned close to Daniel, "You think Weir is ready for this?" He jerked his gray head slightly to indicate the ranks of scientists, Airmen and Marines gathered behind him.
"I think that we've been coordinating an expansion of the Atlantis personnel for over a year. Now that we have not one, but two, spare ZPMs and another section of the city is ready for occupation, I'm sure that Elizabeth is more than ready for this," Daniel answered with a smirk. He was glad it was only a smirk; he was looking forward to the trip to Atlantis.
Sam had accused him of being like a kid in a candy store, but then again she wasn't one to talk. A quick glance at his teammate revealed that Sam was trying hard to hide her eager smile by double checking her gear.
"Indeed. A leader as tested and proven as Elizabeth Weir will have been adequately prepared for many months," Teal'c stated. "It is clear from her reports that she runs Atlantis like 'a well-oiled ship.'"
( A well oiled ship?Collapse )
December 2nd, 2006
|purplerhino||09:56 pm - Just a little visit|
Who: Team Tardis (whomever that consists of now)
Where: A hallway fifty feet from living quarters, the twelfth floor of one of the towers
Invited: Anyone on Atlantis
There was a stomach dropping lurch and the entire ship jolted. The only one not thrown about was Rose. She was strapped into the only seat available, a two person seat that looked like it had been pulled from the back seat of a car found in a junkyard with it’s upholstery patched with duct tape.
Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: Let's get this party started