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John was quite certain that this was not his hotel room. It didn't look like a hotel room. It looked like... it looked like one of the medical suites at the New York field office. Only more high tech, like a sci-fi movie. He was laying on the floor. This was not good.

He sat up and groaned, his hand going to his eyes as they closed. He had been drinking, yes. But not enough to warrant this level of hallucination. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again. No, nothing had changed. This was not his room.

This was not good.

He managed to get himself to his feet and look around. It still looked a little like one of the medical suites, but something was off. The bracelet on his wrist was new. The weird pedestal was new. And the thing on it, also new.

He picked up the tablet and managed to notice it was activated while he was pressing buttons. The camera turned on and showed him looking a bit hung over and very confused. "Well, this isn't a bar. And it isn't a church. It's not my hotel. And it's not the field office. So where am I? What is this thing and why can't I make it work?"

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A return visual pops up. Just an average looking older guy in tan baseball cap who seems cheerful enough about the whole thing, "From what the folks around here keep telling me we're in a city called Tax-son," he wasn't really listening that close to the name.

He raises a finger, "And before you ask, no, don't know how you got here. Just that you're here now and we're stuck until we figure a way out."

John stares at the image on the screen, then rubs his eyes again. "So you aren't a hallucination? I haven't fallen and hit my head?"

"Nope and nope. As much fun as a hallucination my be right now." he gestures with a hand, "Name's Jack O'Neill... Can't offer you much help, new here myself."

"John Everton. How long?" He's not even sure that this is real, or not Hell, but asking questions was a good start.

"Me? Just a couple days. Haven't gotten a chance to get a good look around this place yet..." he shrugs, "Not sure how dangerous this place is yet."

He gestures with a hand, "What I have figured out is there are these..." he gestures in the shape of the replicator machines, "...vending machine things that give ya almost everything ya need."

Well, that was very interesting. John took out his notepad and made a quick note of that. "What are the limits, do you know?"

"Haven't experimented too much with it myself. It's gotta be big enough to fit in the machine... that much I can tell." another wave of his hand, "They cream decent enough beer."

That made John smile. "Have you tried anything harder? I think I'm going to need a pretty serious drink if I'm going to believe this."

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