001 ☤ Arrival (Ten Forward)

[notdrfrasier]

"Doctor Lam," Chief Sergeant Walter called to her from the doorway of the infirmary.

"One moment," Carolyn replied distractedly as she finished writing in the chart she'd been working on. One of the Majors from SG-11 had hurt his wrist during his last mission and she'd just finished clearing him for duty... Again. It had been the third time that month that the man had managed to get himself hurt, though no one held Colonel Mitchell's record. She didn't even know for sure just how many times that he'd been hurt. By now it was probably getting up close to triple digits. Finishing up, she set her pen down and looked up finally and nodded a greeting to Walter. "What do you need?"

"General Landry would like to see you in the briefing room."

Carolyn's eyebrows drew together for a moment before she nodded her head. "Right, could you let him know I'll be right there?" She knew that putting off a meeting with her father for any reason wasn't a good idea, besides he wouldn't have been calling her to the briefing room if the reason he wanted to speak to her was for a personal reason.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll let him know," Walter agreed before stepping back and shutting the door behind him..

Gathering up a notepad and a few extra pens, Carolyn headed over to the door, and pulling the door open she stepped out into what should have been the passage way. Though, it was anything but. She was standing in a room she didn't even recognize... She wasn't even sure-- No, no this was no place at the SGC. And it didn't look like an Ori ship, not that she knew what one looked like inside but this didn't scream Ori and they were into the self promoting.

She stood there for a moment, her eyebrows both arching in complete disbelief. She turned her head to look behind her, and of course the infirmary was gone too.

How had they beamed her here? She had thought the base had installed anti-beaming technology. This was very strange joke to be playing on her.

"OK, guys. Ha ha. Very funny," she called out, expecting her dad or any of the SGC to jump out from behind maybe the bar and laugh at her. No one did though, and a frown soon found it's way onto her lips. This was getting old, fast. She glanced at the woman behind the bar and then at the those seated at the tables, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Okay, where are they?" She didn't even give them a chance to reply, just spun around, a hand planted firmly on her hip. "Okay guys! Joke's over! Time to take me home now.... Guys?"

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[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

Elizabeth wished she could enjoy the Enterprise the way Booker did. He behaved like none of it was real and she was so jealous of his light-hearted nature. Everything about the ship reminded her of some past tragedy. The ship itself was too much like Rapture with its enclosed spaces and lack of proper breezes. That, she thought, was why she was having nightmares again. There wasn't much difference between the bottom of the ocean and the middle of space, when it came down to it.

( CW: torture, PTSD, and depression )

She sat in the bar in her pajamas and bathrobe. A glass of wine sat on the table in front of her, next to a sketchpad and charcoals. Both were untouched. She apparently preferred to stare at them and brood. She looked as upset as she felt: her jaw was slack, her eyes unfocused, brow furrowed somewhat at her thoughts and memories.

001 ★ Exploring [open]

[masenko]

This was getting... worrisome. Maybe Porunga's antennae got crossed because as soon as Piccolo was supposed to be on Namek, Gohan was... here.

The crowd of strangely-colored attire was unfamiliar. They didn't look like Frieza's people, but then again, Gohan did, so would that mark him as an enemy? Or someone to be let through? It was impossible to say.

Hard to see if anything was familiar, though, when he was so short. He sighed, and pushed his ki around and below his feet, calling a slightly sheepish "Excuse me!" when he bumped someone's shoulder on his way up.

Sure enough, he got himself a head or so above the crowd and nothing in the architecture of the ship was suggestive of Frieza's. Weird.

He tapped his chin, not realizing that as he was debating whether or not he should start asking questions or just avoid drawing attention to himself, that hovering above people's head miiiight draw attention to himself anyway.

After all, everyone could do this if they learned how...

Arrival [Open]

[endingupalone]

[ooc: Warning for language.]

( Arriving in the lounge. )

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( After freaking out... )