taxonomites | Entries tagged with { john sheppard

sgmitchell.livejournal.com

He was bored. Frankly, the life without boundaries thing? It got addictive. It was easier than he'd thought it'd be. Of course, no one said he couldn't enjoy serving this Mitchell right. There was more to do, and he didn't likely have a lot of time left to do it in, but...he wasn't too worried yet. He had a plan.

For now, he kicked back in the cafeteria seat, and pulled up his tablet. "Hey, Sheppard. You busy rewatchin' games?"

[OOC: Backdated to early/mid February. Glitched!Cam]

valaunbound

There's nothing really unusual about Vala's transmission, no embarrassing moment to be caught on camera as is the tablet's usual wont. Just the image of a heavily pregnant woman puttering about and arranging flowers in a vase inside a modest and somewhat medieval looking house. Her attire is similarly styled. When she's happy with the way the tulips bend over the edges of the clay vase (which doesn't happen until she's stood back at least three or four times to admire her work), she goes to the window and very surreptitiously peeks outside.

So nothing to see here then. Well unless you've ever seen Vala before and know that she definitely wasn't pregnant the last time you saw her, and there's no way she could be as far gone as she is in such a short time. There's also the fact that medieval hessian dresses are not really her style, she's usually spotted wearing SG-1 uniform or more recently various ensembles that usually incorporate black leather somewhere.

Still, she doesn't seem to think anything is out of the ordinary; until she spies the tablet though. She checks around herself warily, double checks at the window again and then cautiously heads over to fiddle with it. It doesn't take her long to figure out what it is, but how the hell did it get here?

"Hello?"

ltnuhura.livejournal.com

[the audio function on the tablet clicks on and at first, there's no voice - just the mechanical sounds of machines whirring and a few buttons being pressed. after a few moments, a female voice comes over the airwaves, singing softly to herself. the voice is well-trained, but it's obvious she's got no idea that anyone can hear her.]

Mmmmmmm, something's coming over meeeeeee. My baby's got a secret...

glowingseer.livejournal.com

The tablet turns on, and Taxon is treated to a view of a table overflowing with... cleaning materials. There's some wax in there, and some cleanser, and the all-reliable wood polisher. There's even some bottles fit for cleaning sharp weapons. Also? Several wicked looking rags.

In fact, Cordelia picks up one of those rags and begins to attack the counter with the ferocity of a warrior battling an equally ferocious enemy. She pauses to squirt some cleanser into the cloth and wipes the counter again.

The last time she discovered that someone she knew was gone, Cordelia had decided to spend the day drinking with Buffy. However, the ugly hangover she experienced the day after proved too traumatizing - plus, not like she can just randomly ask the Slayer to go drink with her again because of... well. Certain stuff.

So now here she is, doing something as ordinary as cleaning. Done with the counter, she disappears from view - only to come back with a broadsword in hand. Yep, she'll be cleaning that now, too.

beholdthedrums.livejournal.com

((Glitch-start! Information here.))

That morning Yana had found himself awkwardly on the floor, wedged in a corner formed by a bed and wall, completely uncertain of his surroundings. He had little clue that the body he was in was not his, having enough cramping from his odd positioning that it felt the same, and the drumming was quietly ticking away as always.

It was only through muscle memory that Yana was able to figure out the tablet so quickly, even though he was giving it a perplexed look – he had never before seen the device. “Fascinating,” he murmurs, and then he remembers that he had turned it on and he gingerly places it back down.

“Hello there,” he greets, folding his hands before him, “I’m under the belief that this is a comm system, yes?” It felt familiar to him. “You see… I’m not quite sure how it is I arrived here. I’ve never seen any room like this in the Silo… it certainly isn’t my lab…” In fact, it was the room that the Master used within the Sanctuary.

He frowns, easing back. For those that knew the Master, they would be able to recognize that his voice was wrong, and even the way he carried himself was different. He takes another moment to really look around the small room, trying to get a feel or perhaps stir up any hidden memories, but nothing turns up. “I do wonder if the children made it to Utopia…” he thoughtfully says to himself, and then he takes notice to the wristet infused to his skin. “What in god’s name…?”

levilup.livejournal.com

When Levi wakes up in the morning, he's starving.

It's not like he's never been this hungry before, but it is surprising, considering he hasn't exactly been limiting himself on how much he's been eating lately. It's the good thing about being a vampire, not having to worry about weight issues. But regardless of that, Levi had eaten before he went to bed, so he shouldn't be this hungry upon waking up. The only time he can remember feeling like this was when he'd first been turned.

With a small groan, Levi rolls out of bed and rubs his head sleepily, ignoring the weird thumping noise he can hear vaguely in the background, and glances over his shoulder to make sure Shane is still there. That's about the point that the tablet turns on and starts recording, Levi unaware of it. A little smile crosses his face as he sees Shane, and then he gets up, heading out to the kitchen.

It takes a while for Levi to wake up completely, so he doesn't realize that, despite being as hungry as he is, his fangs haven't extended, and his eyes are their normal blue. He doesn't think twice about the blood he's pulling out of the fridge and how it smells unappealing. Instead, he leans against the counter, wondering vaguely where that thumping noises is coming from, and doesn't really pay attention to much else until the microwave beeps and he takes a sip of the blood. That wakes him up, because it tastes disgusting, and he spits it out in his surprise.

It doesn't-- what is that thumping noise? Levi pauses, and lifts a hand to his neck.

Oh, crap.

[ooc: Annnnd Levi's human glitch begins~! Information here. Don't be afraid to ask any questions if you have them. 8D]

gating-across.livejournal.com

It was February. It would only be a few more months before the first "anniversary" of Sheppard arriving in Taxon. He was painfully aware of it, missed his team like hell, and thinking about it just made him that more agitated. Maybe that was another reason why he had been hanging around Mitchell and Vala.

He wasn't Daniel Jackson. He only knew the addresses in the Pegasus Galaxy and some in the Milky Way Galaxy. If his hunch was right? Taxon was in a separate Galaxy and there was no telling what Gate Symbols they had to use to get the SGC Gate working. It didn't matter if they had enough power in the galaxy to fuel the Gate if they couldn't figure out where to dial to. Alternatively, he had thought about trying to replicate a Puddle Jumper; but the hatch was way too small for that.

After a few days of pacing around either his room or the mess hall of the SGC, Sheppard decided not to think about it. He'd refocus on it when he had a better idea of what the hell he could do. Sheppard headed to the Taxon Mall. He didn't shop, it was more of a girl thing. He only helped negotiate trading parties. This wasn't the same thing by a long shot.

The first thing he went for was the barbecues. February also marked the coming up of spring. If the nice weather was going to come back in Taxon? He wanted a nice one to make stakes on. Hell, maybe he'd even teach Chase how to use it. Which meant he was looking at the charcoal models.

"Not too bad." Sheppard said as he inspected a black one. "Could be bigger, though."

freezecharm.livejournal.com

God, that flight was an absolute nightmare. Piper breathed a sigh of relief as she took out her keys and inserted one in the lock. She turned the knob, pushed the door open, looked down to grab her bags from the floor--

--only to find them gone.

Frowning, and very much confused as to why and when their floor changed, Piper stepped back and collided with the walls of the chamber-like room in the process. She gasped and turned around, unable to believe what she was seeing all around her.

Where the hell was she?

"Oh. Oh no." With shaking hands she reached out and touched a wall, and its coldness against her palms wasn't exactly reassuring. Instinctively, Piper looked around her and called out, "Prue, Phoebe? Can you hear me?”

No one answered.

"Okay. Okay, this must be some sort of a dream. Maybe a hallucination, or--or--" Piper pressed her hands to her head. "Or of course, a warlock. Okay. Piper, don't panic - you can do this. You can... rely on the power of one. Sure. No problem."

And yet the words did nothing to soothe her nerves. Gathering some false bravado, Piper inched her chin up and addressed the ceiling:

"Whoever is behind this... I'm telling you, you're messing with the wrong witch, mister. My sisters will come and we will vanquish your sorry ass. You just wait!"

aliengeekgirl.livejournal.com

No matter where she was, or what she was doing, Tosh could not stop trying to learn about her surroundings. This was especially true for Taxon. She supposed she should give up one day, admit that she was stuck here and enjoy her time, but it wasn't her.

She had finished mapping Taxon for her own benefit, but there was so much about this place that she didn't understand.

"How long does it take to walk round it all?" she wondered to herself, unaware that her tablet was working.

levilup.livejournal.com

Levi has a dilemma on his hands.

See, Levi wants to do something different. He's one hundred and nine years old, and he's had the same hair color for more than three fourths of that life time. A little change is good, so that's why he's raiding the hatches, hatching color after color in an attempt to figure out just what he wants to do with his hair. Nothing too much, because Levi doesn't want to ruin what he has, but something... subtle.

Then again, when is Levi ever subtle?

About an hour later, Levi has two bottles of hair color, blue and green, and is grinning down at his tablet, looking cheerful.

"Citizens of Taxon," he begins, all very grand and theatrical, "I am on a mission. This mission entails making the city's population look beautiful. Now, please don't take this the wrong way-- all of you out there are perfectly fine the way you are. But if you feel the need to be glamorous, stop by. I'd love to be your fashion consultant."

A pause, then: "Cordelia, I'd be honored if you'd be my partner in crime. Bring Angel by, we'll have a ball."

And then, he drops his tablet on the couch, clearly still not getting the idea that one has to turn the tablet off when one is done with it. His voice can be heard distantly as he walks off.

"Shane, honey, come help me with this--!"

therealcaptjack.livejournal.com

[OOC: and so it goes up today. Yay for LJ!fail. Oi.]

The Hub seemed quiet without Ianto around. It wasn't the first time Jack was completely on his own but it seemed... strange. Now he understood what Ianto had tried to convince him of when he first arrived in Taxon; now Jack understood the power of this place to take and send people away at whim. He had to hope Ianto was back in Cardiff and taking care of Gwen. Maybe that meant he'd be taken soon... or... who knew?

Well, at least Toshiko was here. But still -- it wasn't the same.

Gathering up his greatcoat, Jack slipped it onto his shoulders and made his way out of the Hub. He needed a cup of coffee like no one's business. Granted, nothing would be like Ianto's but he needed the caffeine jolt -- and needed to figure out what he was doing around here. It wasn't like Cardiff, it wasn't like there were aliens attacking constantly or other things to occupy his time. Instead, Jack was left to his own devices -- something that was a decidedly very scary thing.

Maybe he should see if there was a way to start flying again. That could be interesting -- but as Jack had never seen an aeroplane up above Taxon either. Not to mention getting a spitfire out of one of the hatches could prove to be slightly difficult.

Jack shoved his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat and just... walked. He didn't care where he was or where he was going. Aimless, that was the definition of Jack Harkness.

He was loathe to say that nothing could go wrong as, whenever one thought that -- that's when things tended to go horribly wrong.

frell-this-dren.livejournal.com

"You think? And then what? When everything and the kitchen sink gets sucked in and I can't reverse it, then what? Last time I checked, my Samantha nose twitching talents weren't so well honed. Your plan's about as well thought out as Elmer Fudd's best laid plans, buddy." John's tablet had switched itself to visual as he shoved it away. Harvey was louder than usual today, but the closer he got to cracking the blue plans for actually creating a wormhole to get them out of this mess, the more prevalent he'd been in his mind. Today, Scorpius' neural clone had manifested itself by appearing as a visual feed on the tablet, a tablet that had been switched off.

"You keep on at me like this, and I'll just stop working on it altogether. 'S no skin off my nose, Harvs. Stuck here, stuck back out there. At least here, I've only got you to deal with and not Commandant Cleavage after my ass every god damned minute of the day."

Have fun with that Taxon, it looks like he's talking to you because Harvey is appearing on the screen. As soon as he gets a response, Harvey will probably fade back into the far corners of his mind, or change location, depending on whether he has anything to say.

valaunbound

When the Extras had frozen in their spots and refused to respond to any external stimuli, Vala's concern had only been fleeting. There was clearly nothing that could be done, and she's been in Taxon long enough to know that these things tend to just rectify themselves. Anyway the point is that Vala decided, somewhat spontaneously, that it was the perfect opportunity to return a favour that was long overdue. And by favour, she means the fact that she'd been caught cheating at cards in a certain bar in Taxon, which had led to her starting a fight, which in turn had led to her being thrown out (quite literally and certainly not gently) and barred.

Vala's already precariously balanced psyche has been slowly deteriorating ever since Daniel left, and then when Jack followed - the effect of long-term incarceration in Taxon and the various glitches that have affected her and others close to her really started to show (when she was away from the SGC and Mitchell at least). Not that she'd attribute the timing of her relapse to any of that, not consciously anyway.

In the middle of a bar full of frozen Extras in Osten, Vala is shooting the rows of bottles and glasses behind the bar with a P90. She seems unaffected by the destruction she's causing, nor is she flinching when the shards of broken glass embed themselves into the unresponsive Extras - if she even notices. What did it matter? They weren't real people, they were just empty shells. Even if they had been real once - they definitely weren't anymore. Taxon had stripped them of everything, maybe that's what it did to everyone in the end. When she's sure every bottle and every glass is shattered and all the mirrors, the gun falls limply to her side. She walks calmly out of the bar, wiping the tell-tale stray tears away with the back of her free hand.

[[OOC: Backdated to when the Extras froze - OBVS. Vala's been here nearly a year and it was time a few cracks started to show. She's not known for being the most emotionally stable person ever - despite the front she wears most of the time.]]

sgmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron went through some pretty crazy things in his time. He'd even had some strange gate-trips. Mind, he knew even if the trip had taken thee days instead of three seconds, he couldn't have felt anything--given that he wasn't technically physical--but he could have sworn the trip trough universes left him a little queasy.

But it didn't cause him to black out.

Thus, he was understandably confused upon opening his eyes on the other side, and finding himself in his quarters. His first thought was that something went wrong...but no, Sam was sure it would go jut fine. If the Ori attacked ahead of time, he wouldn't have woken up in his own room.

So why?

A flash of metal caught his eye as he sat up, and his focus shifted to the bracelet on his wrist. Memories flooded back before he could reach to remove it. A round, metallic room, a strange city, Sam, Jackson...

But his memeories didn't fit. He remembered thinking the last thing he remembered of home definitely not being gate-travel.

Cam shook his head, and stumbled out of bed. Air. He needed air. Maybe if he got out of the mountain, and saw the place, his memories would make more sense.

[OOC: Cam's glitch has begun! It will take a bit for Cam to sort out the conflicting memories and come to the conclusion that he's replaced the other Cam, but...he'll play it cool for anyone he recognizes anyway. Catch him in the mountain if you can, or outside it, in its general area.

theextras.livejournal.com

12 noon, Taxon time.

It doesn't quite align to the time of their keepers, but it's close enough that everyone will notice it happens then, not 12:01 or 11:59.

It's 12 noon in Taxon, and with a thrum of electricity in the air every empty person, every fake man, woman, and child without a silver bracelet on their wrist, stops in their tracks to look at the sky. The movement is simple, abrupt, and completely unignorable.

Five seconds later, they begin to speak, their voices a strange harmonic monotone:

"Systems coming on-line. Voice recognition. Voice program. Override native speech protocol. Override native speech protocol."

This strange technical chorus goes on, "Override native speech protocol," and not a one of them moves from where they were when it started. When they reach their tenth repetition, they all cut short suddenly. Their mouths stay open through the sudden quiet, and with a flicker of code across all the tablets:

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It stops at 12:03 Taxon time.

[ooc: Aliens Talk Event! This is entirely a reaction post for characters to interact in the subthreads. Enjoy!]

glowingseer.livejournal.com

[ this will be Cordelia, walking around Taxon after her visit to Levi. it's still early, and she isn't looking forward to spending the day holed up in her apartment - so after hatching several clothes for battling the cold, she decides to wander around the place for a few minutes.

She notices that a lot of the buildings aren't familiar to her anymore, courtesy of people randomly popping in and then disappearing - and if they're unlucky, popping in again. Cordelia sighs as she remembers Fred, and even leather queen Gwen, and Cassie, and-- ]

Oh my god!

[ she doesn't hesitate and runs towards something she has never seen in Taxon before. ever. oh bless your souls, you alien freaks, for finally doing something right! ]

When did this get here?

[ ooc: in celebration of hells yeah a mall! ]

gating-across.livejournal.com

Today, Sheppard was dressed in a casual winter wardrobe. It just felt like one of those days that should be taken off as opposed to walking around in uniform. He threw on clothes that he actually hadn't worn since he had been on Earth, and hit the streets. Sheppard knew exactly where he was going to be going today: Stargate Command.

Pay Mitchell and Vala a visit. You know, make sure they weren't driving each other insane. Or sane. Depending on how the situation was that day.

He also pulled out the tablet to check for any new announcements he might of missed. Surprisingly, nothing all that new.

"So, Taxon." Sheppard announced. "Enjoying yourself since the New Year?"

shaneonyou.livejournal.com

"-- smelled like bacon --"

When Tiberius' taller-than-Shane body disappears from in front of him, replaced by the sheen of a metallic wall, Shane's animated conversation about something apparently smelling like bacon stops right then and there. Stunned, he freezes, looking somewhat comical with both of his hands raised -- and then he turns around, suddenly on the defencive, looking everywhere he possibly can in the small room.

Not good. Not good. Not good. "Ty?" With his head ducked a little, he's almost like a threatened animal. "Ty, where are you?"

Nothing. Shane is ready to pounce the first person who shows their face.

"Okay, Kanye." Defencive, but still expressive as hell. It's hiding the fact that he's slowly getting scared by reality of this interruption. "You better put me back before you find out what a mistake this is." ... Still nothing. And that's when Shane notices the door... as well as the device on the pedestal. He approaches neither in favour of making one last attempt:

"I mean it, you want somebody taller!"

... Shane shifts his weight, then picks up the device without immediately looking at it. Instead he looks at the walls around him again, suddenly feeling very nervous, and says quietly, more like a thought than anything: "Levi?"

0ne-woman-army.livejournal.com

Aeryn had managed to avoid the frigid cold by holing up in an empty garage someplace in Wilde. It wasn't anything spectacular; it was about as large as one of Moya's smaller docking bays, but had plenty of room to house her Prowler and still allowing her plenty of room to move comfortably. It looked as though it had been used previously to fix automobiles or other large transportation vehicles, but now it was just an old, empty mechanical nest filled with archaic tools and one rather beaten-up Prowler.

The ex-Peacekeeper and the small ship had been through more than she could remember, beginning from before she had been considered 'irreversibly contaminated' all the way to when it had been shot down and destroyed. At least, she thought it had been destroyed. So much of what she thought was real or made sense to her was suddenly as foreign as the city she now reluctantly called home. Yet somehow here was her Prowler, all in one piece and running like the day she had first been assigned to it... for the most part. For one reason or another, the ship had been struggling to function properly for days, and Aeryn could not for the life of her figure out what was wrong. She was no PK Tech, she was a soldier, a pilot. She was taught to act, not to think, but the longer she spent away from the Peacekeeper ranks the more Aeryn tried to remedy that. She no longer wanted to be a mindless doll for others to control, she wanted to make her own choices, regardless of if they were the right ones or not. Right now, it seemed they were not.

With the side panel of the small ship flipped open, Aeryn was elbow deep in grease , oil, and other various mechanical fluids. She was bent over, body half-hidden as she nearly crawled into the mechanical engine of the Prowler. A loud clang and she tossed a tool over her shoulder. It landed on the work bench with a thud behind her where her tablet had been sitting quietly, but the movement brought the small electronic device to life.

"Frell!" she shouted and hoisted herself up out of the engine. Her bare arms and hands were smeared with grease in places where the black tank-top left skin exposed and her dark hair was messily pulled back in a bun. She wiped her forehead and left a small streak of grime as she stared down at the engine furiously. For as much trouble as her Prowler had given her over the past few days, she was insanely grateful for the welcome distraction from other troubles it brought. The smell of the oil, the feel of the engine beneath her hands. It was all real, something she could touch and feel.

Aeryn heaved a heavy sigh and crossed her arms across her chest furiously. "Where are the frelling PK Techs when you need them?" she asked no one in particular and picked up a wrench to dive back into the engine. "With all of this alien technology used to create an entire underground city, you would think they would be able to give me more than these primitive tools to work with."

"Deficient species..." she murmered wearily.