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abigailsciuto.livejournal.com

Abby woke up in her lab, which was typical. She gave Bert the Hippo an extra hug before pulling herself to her feet. She stretched her arms high over her head and let out small groan. One hand landed on top of her head, running through her hair.

She stopped.

There wasn't nearly as much hair as there had been when she had gone to bed. Midnight hair cuts? Abby rushed to the nearest shiny surface to take a look at the damage. She'd have to start hatching hats if someone had taken liberties to her style.

Abby screamed at the sight of her reflection.

"What the hell?" She shrieked, not realizing that her tablet had been knocked on during her move across the room. The face staring back at her was not hers, and was most certainly male. Abby pushed at her face, pulling and tugging at the skin. She looked down at her arms. New tattoos. This wasn't anything like her body at all! Well, okay so it had the same general feel, but it was a different sex for god's sake!

A string of curse words followed. Abby was not pleased with becoming Taxon's newest joke.

islegendary.livejournal.com

It's amazing what will actually get the man out of his cabin. One of those things seems to be having two friends. Each trying to avoid the other and both staying at his place off and on. He did consider setting Vala and Daniel traps respectively, just to get them in the same room again.

Anyway, the fact his cabin hasn't exactly been his cabin for awhile, he's given up on his bed. And today, it seemed he gave up on sleeping inside. A visual flashes on of him curled up in a ball under a tree in his yard. Don't worry, he has a blanket and all. A few mumbles escaped him now and then, but otherwise is sleeping peacefully. Outside.

(feel free to kick him awake >)

islegendary.livejournal.com

Jack has kept too himself too much. Lost track of the new comers. Gotten confused by those he did meet. And still annoyed he can't find Vala. Maybe even worried, not that he'd admit to that one.

Then this morning he looked at his tablet and saw something he wasn't to happy to see. The date. Truth be told, he hurled the tablet at the wall when he saw it. It wasn't going to be a good day. And he didn't want to be reminded he was a year older. Eventually, he left the confines of the cabin. He didn't go far. He camped himself out on the edge of his dock. Fishing might do something to improve his mood. If not that, he had a steady supply of beer in an ice chest next to him on the dock.

He cast his line out and mumbled to himself, "Easy there, O'Neill...you got more control than that."

islegendary.livejournal.com

He did promise Daniel he'd find Vala. Which he is doing. He gives her credit for being good at eluding him, not that he'll admit that one. Still... he knows he'll find her.

Jack headed down a deserted street on his way to the next on his list of places to check. He almost hates to admit it but, finding her is a welcome distraction from... this. He slowed his pace and glanced up at the unchanging sky. He'd been holed up for awhile now, he's not sure what it is that bugs him this most about the place. The fact he's stuck here or the fact he's getting used to it.

It's then a thought strikes him and he slumps against the nearest wall. Unknowingly activating the [visual] function.

He muttered to himself, "Dammit..." His arms folded over his knees and his head went down between them. A louder curse comes out a moment later. A muffled sound of what could be a whispered apology, very hard to make out when he's talking to his knees.

A few deep breaths later he gets back to his feet. Hat pulled down low, he continued like nothing happened.

sgmitchell.livejournal.com

He could only run around the subject so long before he had to face it. Literally running around the mountain was a poor distraction. Listening to tablet chatter only made it worse--though he turned it off more often, now that he was wary of text spam. The time had come to accept the unavoidable truth as it was. Frankly, he was only denying what he'd already known before and refused to accept.

He would have to organize an SG basketball team.

It wouldn't be too difficult initially. There were an even number of people on base. Splitting up the teams would be...simple enough. Jackson, Vala, and Sam on one side, himself, O'Neill and Sheppard on the other. Convincing them all to play might be difficult. O'Neill and Sam were the problem issues. He didn't want to have to pull rank on Sam just to get her to have fun--although some days he suspected that would be an inevitability.

But. How to propose the idea.

He flipped the tablet open and frowned. "SG personnel? Status check." It was arguable whether O'Neill would be obligated to answer him. Also with Jackson and Vala--but he trusted them more to do it anyway. If Colonel O'Neill chose not to, he'd just have to hunt him down personally and negotiate something. The drones were not ready to be back-ups.

[OOC: I am still not back! I'm just...trying anyway...]

ancient-monkey.livejournal.com

It had been a couple days since Daniel had returned to the SGC with Jack and Vala, and he was heartily sick of being poked and prodded. The..fake..people didn't seem to be doing anything different, just the usual check up and never-let-the-patient-go sort of thing.

And he was bored. There was only so much entertainment he could take from Jack. At least Jack left long enough to take care of himself and bring back actual food for both of them, otherwise Daniel would've had to have had a few words with him.

For a while, Vala had been doing the same. But he'd not seen her since that morning. So, as he still had his tablet nearby, he picked it up from the table and turned it to visual.

"Has anyone seen Vala today?"

islegendary.livejournal.com

Jack wasn't exactly surprised when the stumbled upon the caves. It did figure with Daniel's luck. Jack had still been holding out hope it would be something less... less rife with emotional attachment. He placed a hand on the wall of the entrance. He drew in a careful breath, he had his own memories of this place. When Ra came to Abydos. When everything went to hell. When he was ready to... All right, stop that train of thought right there, said internally to himself. Times like these he was thankful for his sunglasses.

He cleared his throat, "Well, this is..." he paused as if to find the word, "...creepy." He glanced over to guage how his friend is dealing with... well, with everything. Daniel didn't seem to be looking too good, that was understandable, after all. But this felt like something else, "...Daniel?"

macgyverd-it.livejournal.com

"I'm ready." Sam leaned across the console to call back the others. In a few more moments she'd find out if this had actually worked. If so they would all, save Teal'C reclaim the last fifty years, if not, well no one would be around to blame her.

"Do it, Sam." Mitchell gave her the nod, and she signaled to the Jaffa that it was time. Teal'C enclosed himself in the stasis field and Carter pushed the switch across the Asgard console, engaging the device. Light flashed and the ship hurled itself back in time, Teal’C stepping up to change the course of the Odyssey before the Ori blast could endanger them once again. Avoiding the same happening, except Samantha Carter was nowhere to be seen.

( some plans work better than others )

hulk

For the longest time, the half-naked man lying on the floor of the Sanctuary didn't move. But then there was a low groan, so as to prove that in fact no, he's not dead. He slowly began to stir, trembling limbs moving to push himself up. Bruce blinked once, twice, before registering his surroundings. His eyes darted around the pristine, white room, panic evidently growing on his face.

"No... No, no no no no!" he moaned, softly at first, then progressively louder until he was yelling. He scrambled to his own two feet, leaning heavily on the walls for support with one hand, the other holding up a pair of horribly tattered, stretched out pants. He appeared to be working himself up into a horrible state, eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. He closed his eyes, obviously attempting to calm himself down even if the fear never left his face. His breathing became rhythmic - a series of quick inhalations, then a long exhale - continuing until he checked his pulse. Finding something meaningful from it, he relaxed slightly and opened his eyes. He cast one more look around the room for someone, anyone, even a camera, barely noting the device on the pedestal and ignoring it.

"Look, I know you're there, but you have to let me go." He spoke loudly enough to be heard by whomever was listening, tone earnest and afraid. "You have to, okay? I know what you want to do, but you... You just can't, it just doesn't work like that. It will never work like that, no matter what you think you can do, and the sooner you let me go, the sooner I can fix it, so. Please."

Current Mood: exhausted

ancient-monkey.livejournal.com

( Introducing Daniel Jackson, cut for length )

sgmitchell.livejournal.com

Okay. It was officially more than two days since he'd arrived. He could only run so long in a creepy mountain replica of Stargate Command before he got restless. He still had some time before then, but not particularly long. It didn't help that one woman suggested basketball tournaments.

He visited the General's office once, and Sam's lab. He never went back to those places. He tried not to look in the General's office at all when he did drop by the briefing room to look down at the Stargate. For the most part, he avoided there, too. He stayed where there were always faceless SGC workers, usually. Some days he spent entirely standing in the Gate room, watching the Gate as if he could make it work just by staring at it long enough.

Some days he could stay in his quarters, and for the most part, he could forget that outside the walls of his quarters, the mutterings of the passing drone-like people, didn't actually make sense.

Some days, he worked on running the entire 28 levels of Cheyenne Mountain, whether to look for something real or just to keep his mind off of the fact that it was all a fabrication was hard to say. Running always helped to clear his mind, and even if it was all a projection, the sight, the sounds, the feel, the smell of the place was still home in every way that counted except his team.

It was the 'except' that had him standing in front of the gate again, arms crossed. "You're tough now, but if Sam were here, you'd already be spinning."

islegendary.livejournal.com

All right!

Can somebody fill me in on what the hell has being going on around here? Now, while my current situation is an improvement. Please, tell me, tell me, I wasn't tied up in my cabin that long!

islegendary.livejournal.com

The one thing that has gone right for Jack today is this: the visual doesn't show everything. What it does show is him, cuffed to his own bed and missing his shirt. As for the lower half, ya can't see that. but it does appear he has a blanket at least. Maybe pants under there too. He also has a few junk food wrappers thrown about.. and there does appear to be a pile of "fresh" twinkies in a pile next to him. So he doesn't starve....? Who knows.

"Okay... I know how this looks... and it--" he glanced down at himself, "--well, I wish it was what looks like."

"Anyway! Uh... need somebody.. to come uncuff me," he paused for half beat, "Preferably, a naked Vala but not before she--" and there you have it. The color drains from his face completely. For the first time sine Daniel disappeared, he is glad his friend is not here.

"...f-forget I said that part... for the sake my ego..."

He clears his throat and tries again, "I'd really li--" Huh. He can't seem to say what he wants to say. ".... I'd like out of these c--" he swears under his breath when he can't say it. He wants to say he would really like out of these cuffs. He tries a couple more times to say that and it fails. Finally he settles on the truest statement he has, "Can somebody just help me, for crying out loud!?"

Jack has no idea if his cabin is locked or not.... who knows if anyone can help.

He is especially troubled that he can't seem to lie to himself either. He looks more upset after he tried to speak than he did before.

OOC; During the must tell-the-truth part of the glitch. Have fun kids.

valaunbound

Vala is dumping her things in Jack's cabin. He doesn't know about this yet, he's out blowing things up. It'll be a nice surprise for him! She'd spend more time putting her own personal stamp on the place, but she has an agenda, that can come later if he'll still have her after what she's about to do. An agenda that she hopes won't be necessary, but she's pretty much resigned to the fact that it will be.

She opens up the tablet and 'accidentally' cc's Jack in on the private message to ~~Adria~~ Inara, making sure the background image is not ambiguous in any way. It's definitely his cabin. Also he knows that the message doesn't match with her feelings towards Inara. Two reasons to bring him running.

"I think we should talk Inara. We didn't really get chance to talk at the time, and I'd rather get some closure on this whole nasty affair. I mean obviously, if you don't mind that is. Perhaps we could meet somewhere, start over? I'd like to be friends."

Current Mood: devious

frell-this-dren.livejournal.com

Crichton's reaction to suddenly finding himself in Taxon's arrival room instead of in his quarters on Moya, isn't exactly the norm. He knows where he is. Right here on Moya, still. This is just another damned flash thingy, it's all in his head. Scorpius hanging onto his neural network by his fingernails. Well not for much longer.

"No, no, no, no, no. Come out, come out, wherever you are," he even delivers it in a sing song voice. "See, you're gone Scorpy. History. Ding ding ding! And the heavyweight champion of the Galaxy iiiiis John Crichton. I knocked you out pal. Pluuus..." Geez this new guy's a fruitcake, "you're frelling dead now! I've already paid the deposit at the florists. Hell if I'm losing that."

When Scorpius doesn't appear though, he stops. John takes in the room cautiously, the manic madness he displayed only moments ago dissipating in an instant. This really isn't Scorpius' style, plus he's never seen this room before, so it's not in his mind.

"Okay, so maybe I'm wrong. I'm not often, but I'm willing to consider the possibility. Aeryn? Pilot?" He picks up the communicator tablet curiously, and presses on his own comm. "You guys reading me? What the hell just happened?"

islegendary.livejournal.com

So. Jack's not been in the best of moods for a while now. He had decided to take a step back and let other people handle things and look what happened. His best friend is missing and in Jack's mind, probably gone from Taxon. At least for now, the guy has a way of returning from the dead after all.

He switched on his tablet to visual and transmitted his location. "This thing on...? Ah! There we go."Aside from looking a bit tired he seemed none the worse for wear. He's good at hiding that kinda thing anyway. He cleared his throat and manged his usual upbeat face.

"All right! You guys got my location on the little uh... tablet thingie... ya might wanna steer clear of this lot. I'm--" he cleared his throat, "--Using it as target practice. So... if ya hear any gunfire... or ahem explosions..." he waved a hand dismissively at the screen, "Don't worry about it... Uh... OH!" he brightened slightly, "Just give me a heads up if you're planning on doing the same... don't want to shoot ya."

With that, he turns off his visual. Seconds later, a rather loud explosion is heard from his location.

valaunbound

One pigtailed and bikini clad Vala back from her day at the beach is sitting on the sidewalk infront of... nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's gone, the house, the garden, the ridiculously tidy borders, all the content - all of his things, there's not even any evidence there was ever a house here, except for the pile of her own clothes and her jewelry box beside her.

She doesn't turn the tablet on or send out any panicked message - he's gone. Back to where they both should be, she knows this. She should probably be grateful for that fact, but she's never felt as alone as she does right now. Only weeks after they'd kissed and she'd finally felt like she belonged somewhere, with someone - only to have it ripped away by this miserable stupid place.

"Well if you regretted your decision Daniel, you just should have said. I'd have moved out. There was no need to go to these lengths." She laughs, tears rolling down her cheeks despite her willing this not to affect her.

"I should have anticipated it I suppose, what did you expect Vala - happily ever after? Who's to say he was even in his right mind, knowing how this place messes with people's minds."

And then she brightens, a sudden desperate theory hitting her. It's just Taxon messing with her mind, he's not gone at all. She turns the tablet on to visual frantically.

"Daniel, where did they move you to? Where's the house? Where are you?" Even as she asks the questions she knows she's wasting her time though, with every word her desperation grows, grasping at straws.

Current Mood: distressed

xthchance.livejournal.com

[Daniel's current thought process: sldkjf;alskdfjlskdf]

Okay. Where's Vala?

((ooc: Liiiittle bit backdated... >>))

islegendary.livejournal.com

Do ya mind telling me what the hell is going on?

I go on a little retreat with just me and pond and look what I come back to. Can't leave you people alone for a minute now, can I?

{ooc: and now I gotta go to work baaw... replies when I get back!}

valaunbound

"I'm bored. Bored bored bored bored BORED." Vala gesticulates wildly with her hands at the tablet screen infront of her. "So bored, that if something exciting doesn't happen soon - and by exciting I'd rather it wasn't of the 'life threatening we're going to mess with your physiology and or mental state' variety - I'm going to start taking hostages. Because quite frankly I'm starting to go stir fry crazy cooped up in this city."

The unadulterated and sudden display of frustration bordering on aggressive is closely followed up by Vala literally headdesking (several times), before she sits back up, flicks her hair back dramatically and huffs and sighs at the screen.

"Who wants to take me on a date? It's my birthday!"