SM-1 Sit Down

[Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn]

1026
Conference Room B
Meropis City

Roo had already been in Conference Room B for nearly half an hour, just sitting and thinking and channeling her Zen. Goodness knows she was going to need it today. They had some obvious issues that needed hashing out - like Maggie and her distinct lack of any kind of respect for orders or authority - and they had a new member joining the team to boot. Of course, herself, Evans and Mulholland already knew that he was joining SM-1 but the others didn't and since they were already having this..lovely meeting, why the hell not shouldn't they invite the new recruit to join them?

<Tag: Dominic Evans, Maggie Lefebvre, Ahrima, James Mulholland >
Notes: Awful, awful, hideous opening post - please forgive me *headdesk*

[Maggie Lefebvre]

She'd outpester any pest/drive a hornet from it's nest/unpredictable as weather/flighty as a feather

How do you solve a problem like her? How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

1028
Conference Room B
Meropis City

Maggie had been holding court in the breakroom near the Command center. While her duties were still technically undefined, they rotated her thoroughout the base. They didn't let her too near the pilots, but she did have unfettered access to the science labs, gym, training rooms, and most of the rest of the base. Today, though, she was "assisting" Captain Miller. The woman had known that today was, as Maggie was calling it, her "day of Reckoning" with her team, so the Captain had let her take "lunch" early. However, Maggie didn't eat, so she was sitting in the breakroom surrounded by men. Per usual. She didn't mind, they were cute, but mostly enlisteds, and even Maggie wouldn't sleep with an elisted personnel. She'd FLIRT, sure, but she didn't exactly think a General's review for fraternization fit on the list of "fun things to do to harass people". SO as much as she WANTED to, she fought her libido and tossed a few giggles at them, but that was pretty much it.

She glanced at the clock on her tablet computer. It was time to go, so she excused herself to the males, and made her way to the conference room. She was dressed to the hilt, on purpose, of course-she didn't exactly MEAN to behave the way she did, she just didn't see the point in behaving any other way than how she was made to-it felt disingenious, and Maggie was no fake. She wasn't brilliant, and she wasn't exactly motivated, but she was very real. She let herself in, and saw only her CO. Great. She smiled, though, her red-painted lips parting softly.

Bonjour, Major. How are you today? Maggie asked, sweetly. It wasn't really in her nature to be a hateful person-mostly because she didn't care enough. To hate someone required effort, and putting effort into something that was going to fall apart was pointless-and things always fell apart for Maggie. She'd yet to discover something-ANYTHING-she was good at...besides sins of the flesh, that is. She took a water, a few pieces of fruit-she took in JUST enough calories to ensure she wouldn't die-and then sat, folding her slim frame behind the table. She did NOT want to be here, and she was already annoyed. It was going to be how it USUALLY was-everyone blamed her, but no one was keen to ALSO punish the men she slept with. It DID take two to tango, after all, and that was why Maggie was careful to only go with Civillians, or those who were of equal or higher rank-she was the only one who needed to go down with the ship, as it were. She was never outright mean or disrespectful, and while she TRIED hard, it usually fell short of the mark. She didn't see how this was entirely her fault, though.

She waited in silence for the rest of the team; she could feel her CO's eyes on her, taking in her outfit. Since Captain Miller had given her the morning off, she decided that she might as well play the role they wanted her to-if they wanted her to be the sex kitten, fine. She would just add more fuel to the fire. Maybe soon she'd get to go home. She needed land, she needed a real city-shopping, sights, and eligible men on every corner. More importantly, she needed Mike, and Daphne, and the rest of her "team-" the people who tolerated her, and understood that beneath her space-cadet facade was a woman with intellect, but also pain and anger. They were people who had time to deal with it. These Stargate people had no time for her, so why should she make time for them?! As much as she was growing to enjoy at least Ahrima, and possibly even Captain Miller, the rest were far more willing to fight her than to HELP her. So she'd give them a fight. After all, her life motto was "Tell me I can't, and I will. Tell me No and I will make it so. Tell me HOW and I can listen." No one has done the latter. She didn't want to be the one to make the effort for change-it scared her, actually, and she liked her life as it was. So if they expected more from her than just being the resident "man eater", well, then they'd better SHOW it...talk was cheap, but Maggie had a lot of respect for those who walked the talk. She'd see how today went, but she wasn't expecting ANYONE to see her side-she was just expecting them to treat her like a child, like a woman of loose morals, which, while her's didn't always seem right, she was a GOOD person, and why didn't that count for anything? She had also aced her firearms quals, a fact that she would bet big money on that her team hadn't noticed-she was the best shooter around, but of course, she didn't GET to show it off. She was the French Navy's problem child, and they'd stuck her here so they wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. The American's didn't want her, either, so she got ping-ponged around. No wonder she slept around-if her employer couldn't keep her steady, she'd beat them to the punch. Hardly anyone had ever taken the time to stop and really pay her much mind-and the two who did-Mike and Jo...well. One was dead and the other was close to it. Maybe there was something wrong with HER...but she was pretty sure that the problem was with everyone else. Given a gun, a clear set of rules, and a target-Maggie could conquer the world. Isn't that what the military was SUPPOSED to be, anyway?! Clear, consise rules? It seemed to be a lot of BS in practice, though.

She wondered for a moment how much trouble she'd be in if she just succummbed to sleep-up all night with a guy took a lot of her sometimes-and decided that it wasn't worth the extra paperwork today. She made herself numb-by appearing bored, as she usually did-and prepared herself for the barrage. No wonder she had self-esteem problems. The only control she felt was with her diet, and even that stupid Dr. West was meddling with that. She was going to explode, she just KNEW it. A little Dior clad ball of energy, *poof*. It would be only fair, after all.

OUTFIT:here , TAGGED: SM-1 , NOTES: It's fine, Roo, we can work with it! , Lyrics: "Maria" from Sound of Music.

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[Dominic Evans]

1028
Conference Room B
Meropis City

Moments after Maggie took her seat, the team's X.O Captain Dominic Evans strode into the room. He smiled at Chicago and gave Maggie a sly wink, just to confuse her, before taking his seat next to the Major. Evans was wearing his operational gear today, but had elected to leave his stab vest behind all things considered. He was hoping it would be a short day in truth, they were due to welcome Dr. Rodney McKay to Meropis this afternoon, and once that was done with his duties were fulfilled and he could knock off early and enjoy a beer or two with Chicago. He was still grateful that the gods had gifted him a woman who enjoyed beer, that truly was a rarity.

He tried to focus his mind and get in the zone, the team DID have a few issues to discuss. Dom new what news Chicago was about to impart on the rest of the team, once Ahrima arrived and he also wanted to pitch in a few points about the extremely long mission they'd just been on back on Earth. There was no denying the facts, their actions had potentially stopped a world-wide catastrophe, and the team would never be the same again for it. He just hoped they would bond for the better, not for the worse. Evans glanced at the file in front of the Major, their next mission brief was in there. He felt a tingle of excitement as he shuffled into the chair.

<tag Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn Ahrima Maggie Lefebvre James Mulholland>

[James Mulholland]

1030
Conference Room B
Meropis

Jim had had a good time adjusting so far. This city was amazing. How was it that he had never known of this before!? And he had some weird, Ancient Gene or something that could make the city respond to his touch? That was a bit weird, and Jim didn't quite know if it would ever be anything other than both weird and cool at the same time.

After getting lost only twice, the Lieutenant made his way to the Conference Room. He entered the room, smiled and said "Ey, Cos" to HIS COUSIN the Major. It made him weird out a bit. He used to babysit her, and now she was his boss. But, should things get too weird he could always go home. After all, he had his Captain's commission waiting for him.

The Lieutenant shook hands with the Pom, and nodded towards the other lady. Then he sat down in a chair at the foot of the table.

[Ahrima]

1031
Conference Room B
Meropis

Ahrima entered the room to find all the members of SM-1 had gathered. There was even the addition of Lieutenant Mulholland, whom she'd met back in Australia. She hadn't been alerted that there was currently a mission, and if there was one to prepare for she had been overlooked in the delivery of the mission briefing packets. Her mind tried to surmise if it was an oversight, or if this gathering had an alternative purpose. After all, many of the Tau'ri felt the need to... bond. For some reason they were incapable of effectively caring out an extensive number of missions unless they felt they had 'bonded.' Her eyes fell upon Maggie. 'Bonding' with her was proving difficult... or so Ahrima believed. It didn't help that some of her bad habits were beginning to rub off on Ahrima. According to the clock in her room, she had dedicated a full thirty-seven seconds to simply staring at her reflection to appraise her own looks. To be honest, the recent development was very disturbing. She had even considered visiting the infirmary afterwards. For now, however, her attention was focused on Major Eastlyn.

"Ey, Cos."

Well, it had been on Major Eastlyn. Ahrima shifted her gaze to the Mullholland and then back to Ahrima. It was she that he had addressed with the unfamiliar title. Turning her gaze back towards the Major, Ahrima's eyes sought between the rest of them for some sort of explanation. "Have you been promoted to a new rank, Major Eastlyn?"

TAG: Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn, Dominic Evans, Maggie Lefebvre, James Mulholland

[Maggie Lefebvre]

1031
Conference Room B
Meropis

Maggie still sat rigidly, the look of utter boredom on her face. She was very good at hiding her emotions; pretty girls didn't let their emotions show-it caused wrinkles.

Dominic came in next, and gave her a wink. She gave HIM a smirk. SHE was actively sleeping with the Mission XO, and while Maggie didn't necessarily need to sleep with someone to promote her career since she didn't CARE about it, it wasn't beyond the nature of her personality to at least MENTION it threateningly once in awhile. It had been a weird relationship; she'd had to deal with both the host and his symbiote...she was dealing with it, though. And it DID make sense-she was, well, HER and their personalities were similar. Together, they were...interesting. Maggie appreciated the lust and physical parts, but there was a small amount of something more bubbling under all the sex.

The new one, Mulholland, was behind Dom. She looked at him-there was something maybe a little off. Which was confirmed when he spoke.

Ey, coz. Cousin?! Interesting...there was REAL fraternization going on now. She filed that bit away for future reference, just in case, and sipped some water. Finally, Ahrima came, and Maggie smiled. Ahrima was the only one she liked much. Correction. Ahrima was the only one who liked HER much. Ahrima broke the awkward silence in her innocent, literal way.

Have you been promoted to a new rank, Major Eastlyn? Maggie giggled.

No, Mork. The blonde one was using a term of endearment. Seems like we have families on the team. Maggie couldn't help the slightly-bitchy tinge to her voice. If she was going to get in trouble for silly things like sleeping around, they should probably have a discussion about the not-so-silly business of THAT mess. After all, would Eastlyn be able to be fair? What if one of them were shot or something?! What if Maggie scored a night with Mulholland and had a strange blonde Aussie child?! Not that THAT would be so terrible, but the point was that it was WAAAY more serious than whose bed she was in when.

Tag:Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn, Dominic Evans, Ahrima, James Mulholland.

[Dominic Evans]

1033
Conference Room B
Meropis

Dom did a quick head count; Ahrima, Roo, Maggie, Mulholland and himself. Everyone was here. The Captain raised his eyebrows at the 'cousin' reference. Well, he hadn't seen that one coming. Mulholland and Eastlyn revealed to be cousins after all? That almost explained the need for a team meeting altogether and the fact that Mulholland had been assigned to the flagship team straight from external recruitment.
"Have you been promoted to a new rank, Major Eastlyn?" Ahrima inquired, in the way that she did.
"No, Mork. The blonde one was using a term of endearment. Seems like we have families on the team." came the reply from Maggie.
"Alright, alright calm it down," Evans intervened, "I'm sure the Major will introduce us all properly in due course." He shared a smile with her, the team was more like family than they knew. They'd already bonded in the heat of battle, saving the world and all that...

Taking the brief lull in excitement as his cue and he jumped in and kick started the meeting as any good executive officer should,
"Thank you all for joining us today. We've a few things to discuss today after the events of our last mission, and of course ahead of our next one which looks... Jurassic, to say the least. I'll hand you over to the good Major here to de-brief, re-brief and wear the briefs." With that he smiled and comically bowed in an exaggerated manner toward Chicago who was sat next to him. He hoped he could at least make the team giggle and spread some joy into what might otherwise be a boring pre-mission. God knows the team needed to blow off a little steam after Tasmania and Iraq.

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