taxonomites | 002. [ Visual ] Home Sweet Home.

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002. [ Visual ] Home Sweet Home.

Sheppard had decided that even though it was nice having his old room back in Atlantis? It was also a little weird. Everything was where he had left it. Including the golf set, the skateboard, and even that copy of War and Peace. His closet apparently came too, which was nice.

Atlantis's central tower wasn't in Taxon so he had taken the ear piece off. At least he hadn't seen the tower himself yet. Though if they had managed to get all of Atlantis here, Sheppard would have been the first to think things were fishier than they already were. Maybe it was a bunch of replicators from either Pegasus or the Milky-Way? Or maybe this was all in his head and he was actually dieing on some medical table in Atlantis because of that Wraith feeding on him so many damn times.

He flipped the tablet on. The clock on the table next to the bed was set onto the Atlantis Standard Time... but judging by the sky out the window it was late at night.

"Anyone up at this crazy hour?"

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Can't sleep there, Sheppard?

Nope. Room might be the same but it's sort of lacking the ocean.

Huh.

That's must be a bit... unsettling.

The missing the ocean or having an ocean, sir?

Zoe was finally back on board Serenity. She was still amazed the ship was here but, well, she was still amazed she was here. Wherever here was. Zoe never slept much. It was probably a hold-over from her time fighting in the war or maybe she had always been a slight insomniac. Whatever the case, she was up. She was sitting in the small kitchen section of the ship...using a knife to cut up and apple.

She had the tablet next to her and feeling bored and slightly curious she flipped it on so that she could respond to the visual post. "Can't sleep, either, stranger?"

"Afraid not, ma'am. Something about missing the sound of the ocean."

Sheppard by this time had taken to buffing his golf clubs. He wasn't sure if there was even a golf course here, but he had managed to make one in Atlantis. The tablet was propped up on the bookcase so that whoever on the other end could see him. He was bent over, toothbrush against the metal bottom of the club.

He paused and breathed on it. His eyes glanced at the tablet before returning to the club. "Been here long?"

Zoe had her own tablet propped up against a bowl. She wasn't really looking at it. Most of her attention was focused on carving the apple into slices. "It's Zoe, Zoe Washburne," she replied, glancing up at the screen when he called her ma'am. Either he was overly polite or he was military. Zoe was used to military types more so than the later. "The quiet can be pretty deafening when you're used to background noise of some kind," she added as an after thought.

She appeared thoughtful for a moment before taking a bite of one of the slices. Zoe swallowed it before continuing, "Nope. I've only been here a few days. Yourself?"

"About one or two myself. Found my room here waiting for me. Which is more than a little weird if you ask me." He pulled the club up to inspect the cleaning job he had done on it. His eyes again went to the small tablet.

"Lt. Colonel John Sheppard. Nice to meet you, Washburne." he nodded in introduction before turning back to his club.

"Agreed. Apparently the ship I live on was here as well," she gestured to the kitchen behind her with the knife that was in her hand, "What's even stranger is that it's been here with half the crew before I got here...but I was on the ship right before I got here. Last I checked, Serenity can't be in two places at once."

Zoe took another piece of the apple and ate it. "So, you are military. Nice to meet you too, Lt. Colonel."

"Air Force. Close enough though."

His attention went back to the tablet as she gestured to their ship. It seemed nothing like the Ancient ships, or even the few Earth intergalactic ships they had. He scratched his chin in thought. Washburne did have a point. Things couldn't be in two places at once, even if they were clones or alternate universes or whatever.

"Maybe Taxon's patrons built them for us. Though that's even weirder."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "Didn't think of that. If that is the case...then they got far too many details right for me to be comfortable with," Zoe replied. She took a moment to look over her shoulder and examine the kitchen she had sat in some many times. If it was a copy of some kind, it was a perfect one, because every detail was like she'd remembered. Plus, she was fairly certain someone like Kaylee, Wash or even the Captain (who held this ship as his pride and joy) would have noticed something.

Zoe shook her head, "I'd almost rather believe that the ship can be in two places at once."

"Well, yeah. But that means I have two copies of War And Peace laying around... and I'm only a quarter of the way through." He offered a smile to indicate a joke.

However he shared the glance around the room. As with Washburne's kitchen, everything in his room was as it should be. Even his Johnny Cash poster was there over the bed. It felt like home. Though the rude awakening happened when he walked outside of the room and found the rest of Taxon waiting for him.

Zoe chuckled, she could appreciate the joke. "Just cause there's two copies, doesn't mean you have to read both, though," she replied.

"I hope not. I'd be bored out of my mind very soon." He offered a small grin.

It figures that with Daniel's crazy sleep schedule - or lack thereof, really - he hasn't been able to properly pay attention to the arrivals and departures of Taxon.

Well, he's up now.

"John? John Sheppard?"

Well there was another voice he recognized. He didn't know it as well as O'Neill's but he knew it all the same. Sheppard turned his attention from the golf club to look at the tablet to find Dr. Jackson's fave looking back at him.

"Dr. Jackson, you're here too?"

Unfortunately.

I'm surprised not a lot of folks sleep around here.

Why's that? Other than sleeping being one of the few worthwhile things to do around here, of course.

What I meant was, not everyone is a nocturnal type of person. Most people sleep at night. Obviously not me, since I'm awake and all.

Some of us aren't nocturnal as we are used to being on duty at strange hours.

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