Party Time

[Dominic Evans]

1622
Training Area 06
Meropis

"That sort of depends. I DID have a prior...engagement, but we'll see. I can't be tied to anything too long, after all." Maggie's French accent rang out, "This party is kind of boring. I heard there might be a movie later..." Evans wasn't sure how to respond to that, clearly their standards of what was boring differed. Thankfully, Chicago had arrived to save the day,
"Wow Lefebvre...you..really made an effort." Evans made eye contact with Eastlyn, sharing a silent laugh. They'd both come to the party in laid back gear, whatever they fancied. No doubt they both intended to stay for a short while as well just to show a presence. Maggie was... Well, she was more of a party animal than the rest of her team - Ahrima included.

It was at this point that the base executive officer made an appearance, sweeping past the General and Roger he approached the slowly swelling throng of individual's in the middle of the room and spoke to Maggie.
"Heh, good luck." Evans commented.
"Lord Almighty save us all.." was Chicago's attempt. They both laughed. They'd keep an eye on Maggie and get her out of harm's way if she got herself in trouble, but now was the perfect time to simply relax and enjoy a beer or two. The pair wondered back toward the buffet table and Evans selected a couple more items.
"So, hope you're all well boss?" he said with a smile and through a mouthful of sausage roll which he quickly swallowed, "Sorry, it's just so damn good to eat decent food for a change. Ya'know these kind of parties aren't my thing but I might go topside a little later on. Have you SEEN the stars on this planet?" He didn't suppose that Eastlyn had even had time to check out the constellations what with mission reports and other commanding officer responsibilities. Evans had taken a stroll in the woods the week before and he'd enjoyed the sights the local fauna and flora had to offer. It was a little more relaxing when compared with chasing down Wraith hybrids in a cave network and being shot at - a lot.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

1617
Training Area 06
Meropis

Fiona hoped that Tom didn't think she was a total Fecky the Ninth, but she wasn't supposed to be here. She had signed up for duty, but stupid Doc Harrison made her come as part of her "treatment." Apparently, making someone MORE neurotic was the cure for neurosis.

Sure am, but as for your assessment of cake face there, I'm not convinced you're right, but then again my specialty is killing people, building stuff, blowing stuff up and stopping some things from blowing up. She blinked. What?!

I see. Cake face?! I assume you mean the Blonde one. Anyhow, I sort of do the same thing, I suppose, minus the killing part, except for me kid brother Liam. Only I do it with computers.[/i] She sighed into her beer bottle, and then smiled a little at Tom's next comment.

Not strong enough for ya? She shook her head; he was spot on there.

I am Irish, this yellow water is what our mums put in our bottles. There's a saying, "Whiskey was invented so the Irish couldn't take over the world." I'm gumming for a pint of plain. She chuckled at him, and then translated. Sorry, that means that yes, I could go for something stronger. A pint of Plain is Guinness, though anything darker than THIS, she held up her bottle, would do. They moved on in topics.

As for the music, I have no idea, they let the Christmas nuts loose on this place, I Just came for the alcohol ration, and to Keep the doc off my back. Fee snorted.

As I said, he's next on me list. Want to help?! I have this fancy plan to tie him to a chair and allow the Cat Man to sing until his ears bleed! She said, a little TOO gleefully. I thought only the Khaki soliders got alcohol rations?! Though t'would make sense, as Australia was once a colony... She shrugged. She had no idea what she'd even just said.

So, uh...Anything interesting happening in what ever it is that you do? Fee just nodded, and helped herself to another beer. It'd be her last of the evening; she wasn't much of a drinker but she didn't teetotal either.

I got a stasis cell magnitized... She trailed off, why did people's eyes glaze over when she said that?! She tried again. Also, I am coding a beta sim for NASA and need volunteers. If you're interested, drop by the Comms room sometime. She glanced around; Doc H was watching them closely, as was the General, and Captain Miller. She was grateful that the General was keeping an eye on her, but Tom seemed safe enough, at least at the moment. She returned her gaze to Tom. Actually, it was more or less at his torso, due to the exceptional height difference, but it counted, right?

How about you? Finding the planet to your liking? Why couldn't the floor open and swallow her alive? Or the Apocalypse? Hell, at this juncture, she'd convert just for the Rapture.

Tag:Tom Chambers.

*A Fecky-the-ninth is a lovable idiot, or "dolt" or whatever you call them Down Under.

[Tom Chambers]

1619
Training Area 06
Meropis


Tom chuckled at her response to cake face, it wasn't inaccurate he believed, he was certain she had some industrial paint stripper around here to clean her face off at night, she was worse than some of the most plastic girls he had, had to endure during his schooling, thankfully his Twin sister wasn't like that, then again she was smarter than he was, and certainly an order of magnitude far more intelligent than Lefebvre, his older brother on the other would probably be far more interested in a woman like that.

"I see. Cake face?! I assume you mean the Blonde one. Anyhow, I sort of do the same thing, I suppose, minus the killing part, except for me kid brother Liam. Only I do it with computers." He smiled slightly as he replied. "I did mean her, Comes with the job title, Combat Engineer. What is it you do exactly?" He asked hoping this would help pass the time. 

"I am Irish, this yellow water is what our mums put in our bottles. There's a saying, "Whiskey was invented so the Irish couldn't take over the world. I'm gumming for a pint of plain." She laughed he wasn't entirely sure why, maybe the sayings.  "Sorry, that means that yes, I could go for something stronger. A pint of Plain is Guinness, though anything darker than THIS, she held up her bottle, would do." She said finishing it off while holding her her bottle up, darker maybe not, stronger... depended if she liked bitters...


"Well that may be true, seems it also works on Aussies, we tend to drink a lot too, lots of Irish influence especially in the drinking culture." He look to his own beer, probably not strong enough. "But I got most of that minus knowing what plain was, but I'm sure you could convince some of us to try and get some Guinness." He smirked. "I might not be able to find darker, stronger... well fan of bitters or bourbon?" he was trying to help he thought.

"As I said, he's next on me list. Want to help?! I have this fancy plan to tie him to a chair and allow the Cat Man to sing until his ears bleed!" That had sounded to pleasureable a thought for most normal people but then again he wasn't entirely sure who this Cat Man was. "I thought only the Khaki soliders got alcohol rations?! Though t'would make sense, as Australia was once a colony..." He was at a loss at her words. "Officers right? ha, they wouldn't have anyone to send to fight if they didn't." 

He then asked about what she had been doing and his eyes glazed over a little, damn why couldn't he have been the smart twin. "I got a stasis cell magnitized..."She trailed off, she probably noticed his stupid look. "Also, I am coding a beta sim for NASA and need volunteers. If you're interested, drop by the Comms room sometime." He smiled politely.

"How'd ya manage to get a stasis cell magnetized? and as for that sim I'll have to see if I make it into SM-2 or not and either way if I have time, I might depends on how I feel. He said.

It was kind of weird having to look all the way down at her, he didn't want to make her feel odd, but I bet she would feel pretty jealous if Sarah, his twin were here, she was nearly as Tall as he was. She then asked how he was doing.

"How about you? Finding the planet to your liking?" He sighed a little. "it's alright, but I wouldn't mind a chance to explore, but to bad that has mostly been done, maybe I'll get a chance to explore another world or two? As for how it goes on the city, eh... Get busy with city repairs and scientists asking for me to turn on and or use ancient technology." Maybe that didn't make sense. "I have that uh.. ATA gene that's what it's called, freaks me out a little..." He admitted and clarified, hopefully.

<TAG: Party people, Fiona Maccafferty>

[Fiona Maccafferty]

1620
Training Area 06
Meropis

Fee savored the flavor of the beer, though it was light, it had been awhile since she'd had one, and she'd missed it.

"I did mean her, Comes with the job title, Combat Engineer. What is it you do exactly? She nodded.

My actual title is Technical Analyst. I run the systems, do all the coding to keep the computers up and running. I also have an engineering degree, so I can also fix things when they break, as well. Plus, me da was an auto mechanic when we moved to the US, so I also know how to repair cars and planes, and rockets. I am basically your run of the mill Nasa nerd, I suppose. She didn't mind that; she had a good job and science was the only thing that made sense in her life. She hadn't had her mum, and so much turmoil as a young child, that she'd found clarity in the mundane exactness of computers and science and maths. 2+2 always equalled four, even when the rest of the world was falling apart.

Well that may be true, seems it also works on Aussies, we tend to drink a lot too, lots of Irish influence especially in the drinking culture...But I got most of that minus knowing what plain was, but I'm sure you could convince some of us to try and get some Guinness...I might not be able to find darker, stronger... well fan of bitters or bourbon? She nodded again.

Never had bourbon, but I don't fancy wine. Bitters are OK; occassionally I'll have cocktails if I am out someplace. On the rare occassions she went on a date, or at a work function. It had been almost two years since she'd been on a proper date, mostly due to being busy with work, but also her natural inclination towards introversion.

Officers right? ha, they wouldn't have anyone to send to fight if they didn't...How'd ya manage to get a stasis cell magnetized? and as for that sim I'll have to see if I make it into SM-2 or not and either way if I have time, I might depends on how I feel. She chuckled again, swigging the drink a little faster than she probably should.

Easy enough, I magnetized a needle, and used it to coax the wires. Sort of like how you would manetize a needle if you were lost in the forest. My office is open to the whole base; you shouldn't need a team, or a pass, but I understand on the feelings. I've been tired. She sighed. She was ALWAYS tired, though-a result of insomnia, a behavior she'd adopted to face the nightmares. Plus, she worked too much, but most of the rest of them were useless; she could use a hand or five at getting the many computers up to speed, and while she had Elly and Black, three people didn't an IT team make.

it's alright, but I wouldn't mind a chance to explore, but to bad that has mostly been done, maybe I'll get a chance to explore another world or two? As for how it goes on the city, eh... Get busy with city repairs and scientists asking for me to turn on and or use ancient technology....I have that uh.. ATA gene that's what it's called, freaks me out a little... Fee looked up at him again.

I understand. I get out in the forest occassionally, but I'd like to see more. Just people worry, since I am a civillian, and not armed...well, just the Doc and the General, really, but it's nice they care, I guess. I have the gene, as well...It's...well. I didn't know about it. NASA implanted it when I was...I was in hospital there, and they did it then. Apparently, I signed something, but I don't remember and now I have it, and I don't know how to handle it. It's strange to be able to open doors, but sort of handy when I need to use the loo in emergency. She chuckled. Her beer was gone; it'd be nice to leave, but it'd be rude, as well.

The scientists are showing Star Wars later, if you'd like to come along...might be nice to get away from the base for the evening. Going to be in the lounge in the female's quarters, since ours is bigger. Someone's cleared it for fraternization or whatever it's called. Tom probably wouldn't be interested in a bunch of nerds geeking out to Star Wars, but it was an offer anyway. Maybe she could bring out Jacques...

Tag;Tom Chambers, @all.

[Jaya Bakshi]

1620
Training Area 6
Meropis

Jaya had just gotten off duty, and had decided to come by and check out this holiday party. Even though she was Hindu, her family celebrated a Secular Christmas in the US, along with Panch Ganapati, a holiday close to Kwanzaa, a general celebration of light, love and color. Her parents had thought it best to expose the three younger daughters to American cultural things so they could fit in better at school; Pinky had already been used to Hindu customs by the time the family settled in California.

The young ATC peeked in before she entered. Not TOO many people, but enough that she'd meet some people. She spent most of her time either in the Gate room, or in the Hangars, running flight logs and helping the RIOs with their duties. Now, though, she was ready to cut a little loose. She walked in, and smiled a little. Someone had let the Christmas freaks loose in here. Holy Bananas.

She made her way through the crowds to the table where the food was. She was mostly vegetarian, due to her faith, and the Hindus, particularly those of upper class, had strange customs about food. However, since she was Americanized, she DID eat some fish and game fowl occassionally, though she preferred them heavily spiced. Today, she opted for the vegetables and some kind of salad, along with some fruit. She skipped the punch, and had some soft drinks-she wasn't old enough to drink, and while she didn't exactly think that she'd get into trouble, she didn't want to push her luck OR bring dishonor to her father.

She moved off to one side, in between the Aliens and the pilots, and observed. The CO's remained in the back, per usual, and the men grouped up with the other guys, and females with females. She didn't know much about the other women, except Captain Miller, a couple of the aliens, and every damned person on the base knew who Maggie was...what was she even DOING?! Wasn't this a little...lowbrow for her type?! She looked good, though. Jaya felt silly, just wearing jeans and a clean top-she'd debated wearing her Saree, but she didn't want to look silly, and it wasn't like it was a FORMAL party.

She bobbed her head to the music, and felt herself relaxing. It was nice to get away from the humdrum days of work.

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[Aear Charter]

1620 (someone staff edit the last post in here to make sense)
Training Area 6
Meropis

Aear did not like parties. He didn't like socialising, so the fact that he was dragged here in his royal attire, well he wasn't exactly happy about it. Unlike Lucky who'd gone straight for the center of the room, Aear kept to the edge of the room, ducking behind tables checking for traps and vantage places. Somewhere for him to hide or something else hiding in it. Eventually he found himself next to Capt. Kelly Miller, Jason Conway and Dr. Roger Harrison.

Ok, so technically he'd planned it. As royalty he was used to 'diplomatic events'. What usually meant sucking up to foreign dignitaries. "General, Doctor, Sir." Aear gave a small bow to each in turn. Ok so Miller was a girl, but he was Meowtian. Everyone got sir in the Empire, well except the Empress but.

Tag: Jason Conway, Capt. Kelly Miller, Dr. Roger Harrison

[James Mulholland]

1623
Training Area 06
Meropis

Clad in green-ish Disruptive Pattern Camouflage Uniform, or AusCam as it's more commonly called, along with the accompanying boonie hat, Jim stepped into the training area. He had arrived only the day before and hadn't met a single person yet. He went by the bar and grabbed a dark bottle with the letters "VB" on them. Victoria Bitter. The beer he had grown up with. The last time he had drunk this was with his old man, last year.

"G'day, ma'am. I'm Mulholland. James. Leff-tenant with the Special Air Service Regiment... I am supposed to join your team?" Jim said, giving her a respectful nod. He hadn't heard much about her. He only knew that she was born in Australia, but that she moved to the United States pretty early on.

"Now, ma'am. Please, please, please, tell me you can play footy? We need to set up a team ASAP, and we can't trust those Americans. They'll be cheating, or trying to change the game to their bloody rules. We can't have that." Jim said. He really wasn't sure what else there was to talk about with his new superior officer, but deciding he could probably get brownie points by talking about Australia, he decided to continue.

"So, ma'am, where are ya from? I was born 'n raised in Geelong, Victoria. I've been deployed to Afghanistan and Iraq, to name a few unclassified places. Afraid I can't tell you about any other places I've been to. The Regiment doesn't particularly like blokes that reveal our secrets, you know?" he said, hoping he could paint a little background about him for his new Commanding Officer. He figured it could be helpful. Hell, she might even see a use for him.

[Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn]

1624
Training Area 06
Meropis

They left Maggie with Jones (good luck there) and ventured back over to the food. It was too hard not to laugh at Evans practically inhaling the contents of the buffet table, so she didn't bother trying, instead grabbing a new beer to go with the show. "Sorry, it's just so damn good to eat decent food for a change. Ya'know these kind of parties aren't my thing but I might go topside a little later on. Have you SEEN the stars on this planet?"
"I know the feeling, Evans, I know the feeling. It's good you made an appearance though." Roo said with a smile, perusing the table and picking up something that looked like some kind of mini quiche and inspecting it quickly before she popped it in her mouth. "Only out the window." There hadn't been much time for stargazing between all her CO duties, and training and missions and sleeping.

Eastlyn had been about to continue the conversation but a voice from beside her drew her attention instead. "G'day, ma'am. I'm Mulholland. James. Leff-tenant with the Special Air Service Regiment... I am supposed to join your team?" Her face brightened upon hearing someone speak like her for the first time in ages. "Your file came across my desk this morning, Mulholland, nice to meet you. I see you came right outta the 'Gate, huh?" Roo said with a friendly smirk in reference to his attire. She finished her beer and motioned to his hat with a nod of her head. "Take your hat off, Lieutenant, no sun in here." He'd appreciate the fact that even though she was a United States Air Force officer, she still maintained her Aussie accent and used the Australian pronunciation of the word ((Leff-tenant)). It tended to be a sore point among the Australian Defence Force circles.

She only grinned at his apparent enthusiasm for AFL, but managed to tamp it down to an easygoing smile. "Oh, I can play I'll give you the tip."

Roo figured the Lieutenant was trying to get into her good books before his first mission with them, but Lord Almighty could this man talk. Still holding her empty in one hand Roo held both her hands up in a " T " in front of her. "Calm down Mulholland - stop talking." She glanced over at Evans with an amused look, before turning back to face James. "First of all, please, please don't ever call me ma'am again." Roo raised an eyebrow to empahasise her request. "Call me Major, call me boss...call me any variation of those, just not ma'am, yeah? Makes me feel like a grandmother. Secondly, this here," she gestured to Evans then, "is your XO, Captain Evans. You'll wanna stay in his good books too - not just mine." Chicago shot James a friendly smile then, "I'm from Perth," she answered his earlier question, slipping straight back in to their previous conversation. "I'll bet you're a 'Cats' supporter then?" she said - referring to Geelong's AFL team - whilst replacing her empty beer with a new one (they were there to be consumed after all), automatically grabbing an extra and silently holding it out to Evans while still speaking to their new team member. Chicago didn't know if he'd finished his other bottle, but now he had a brand new one whether he wanted it or not.

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[Liam Hart]

1617
Training Area 06
Meropis

"I'd disagree you dropped the bombs not really because Japan wouldn't have surrendered, they would have had to or face starvation and or complete conventional bombing apocalypse. As for Germany... they made a lot of silly errors and they didn't have strategic bombers with which to bomb the British or the Soviets to hell, also fighting a state willing to sacrifice more than the modern day population of Australia was a bad idea." Liam rolled his eyes as he looked at his empty drink.

"We dropped the bombs on Japan because we could and because we had to show the world our mighty new weapons and where else better to drop them? As for Germany all that I meant about them being a pain and all was that both times they tried world domination they were underestimated and both times they caused a world war, the only 2 we ever had, so that proves how much of a pain they were, although both times it did bring the world on the same page with a common goal which always helps."

"We still really dial manually now... just use a mechanical mechanism to spin it to lock the chevrons, But it doesn't really matter if they knew it or not, we still don't know a hell of a lot, the reason we are in this particular marvel isn't it?" Liam nodded, "Well times have changed hell of a lot since then was what I meant, and had they known what we know now, then, well we would all be dead or slaves of the Goa'uld, we had hard enough time fighting them off, never mind with the knowledge and technology of the 1940's..."

"What you probably call a problem we call an avid drinker, there aren't many places that compete with us and alcoholism and its acceptance, maybe Ireland, they might even go over us, but still, drinking... you cannot escape, especially in the ADF, we uh... yeah... alcohol rations are a normal thing, and our government spends millions to try and get a non alcoholic beer that is liked by the troops, we have a problem. As for College, I never went to University then to officer school, I did both at the same time, Also got an odd degree for a pilot, Science, majoring in Computer Science, Its the only way the RAAF accepts male pilots these days," Liam shrugged not disagreeing with what the Australian said, yet he kind of rambled on and Liam didn't catch everything he said.

"I am part Irish, among many other nationalities. Well I went to college then I went to law school. There were plenty of parties in both, although law school was more studying with a couple of shots more than anything. I was never a fan of beer, tasted a little too metally for my tasting. I always liked the shots though, never to the point of getting drunk but definitely more than a buzz... Computer science... Piloting... I could see computer science for controlling the drones but for pilots? I would see that more as being aeronautics engineer, engineering in general..." Liam thought it was a little weird but it is Australia, they are different than America.

"Well, they might, but we have to give them a chance, maybe even help them build something stable, because otherwise, the Milky Way will basically end up a warning bunch of Jaffa factions, not really that much different to the Goa'uld days, as for Dakara, I'm happy the weapon is gone, Dakara itself... not quite, then again Zealots like the Ori have a tendency to not care about collateral damage, in fact they often see it as helpful or it's part of their plan." Liam shrugged again but he listened this time.

"Honestly I would rather them be more like the Goa'uld, fight each other rather than us. They don't trust us, no matter what we do, they'll see us as trying to be their new masters. They have to figure it out on their own like any other nation on Earth, except we have more influence on Earth than we do in the Galaxy, or Galaxies... We can always help but we can only do so much."

Liam didn't know where this Australian was going with all of this, maybe he just talks too much or he is trying to find out more about me or something else... Either way Liam was a Federal Agent, not an Airman, Marine, Soldier or Sailor. His opinion is his and his alone and nevertheless being a lawyer had some influence in it...

"The whole reason I'm here or on the Sun Tzu is the Chinese wanted someone else and the only ones everyone could agree on was Australia, politically tied to Canada, Great Britain, Militarily tied to the US and the formers, Economically, practically dependent on China, We are the little guy who tries to make everyone calm down and we end up getting punched in the face if anything goes wrong. As for the Stargate vs 304, we both know your Government will never, ever give up the Stargate, so what the point in any of the US's Allies trying?" He paused "When we could just do own own off world stuff with a 304, What about Australia, we could afford a 304 with a bit of saving, its more the purchase cost than the running cost for us, but that could be solved by splitting it with Canada or Britain or both, and at that point why would the US say no? you basically get a free 304, that you can for nearly all intensive purposes have control over, we wouldn't go against you, not completely 180 degree, you think your government would pass up a free 304? I highly doubt it."

"Australia is the little red headed step child, interesting. I thought of Australia as more than that, but I guess your opinion carries more weight since you are Australian. We would give Russia back their stargate considering now we can just take another one from an uninhabited world, times are different now from back then. However it doesn't matter what anyone does with a 304, we're not going to publicly divulge anything we find or release the fact that we have a spaceship such as the 304, it'd raise way too many questions. I don't think the purchase cost has anything to do with it, we only made one 304 and that was for Russia as part of our agreement with the Stargate and that ship was destroyed shortly after we gave it to them. I don't know if the US Government would make a ship and sell it to another nation, but I am not a Senator nor am I, the President. 304's are more powerful than anything on Earth, it is practically handing a weapon of mass destruction to another nation, except even more powerful, after all the plasma beam weapons the Asgard gave us, are incredibly powerful, I know you know that though, since you are stationed on the Sun Tzu." Liam tried to word it right, but not seem like he was holding back.

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[Dominic Evans]

1626
Training Area 06
Meropis

Starting to feel full after he'd just polished off his second plate of buffet snacks, Evans placed the paper tray in the bin and turned his attention to the newcomer - another Australian - that was introducing himself to Major Eastlyn.
"G'day, ma'am. I'm Mulholland. James. Leff-tenant with the Special Air Service Regiment... I am supposed to join your team?"

Dominic finished off the last swig of his beer and watched the following conversation with vague interest.
"Your file came across my desk this morning, Mulholland, nice to meet you. I see you came right outta the 'Gate, huh? Take your hat off, Lieutenant, no sun in here."
He recalled Chicago mentioning this briefly when they'd met up for lunch earlier in the day. Mulholland had been in some sort of support role when it all went down in the Tasmanian National Park, he'd been part of the team that had secured the area and assisted them and SG-3 in the fight against the wraith. He seemed as good as any to replace Zachary Acker on SM-1, despite having another Australian to contend with, he thought to himself jokingly.

The LT seemed keen to introduce himself and put a good first impression on the leader of SM-1. Evans had titled his head in concern as Mulholland had said it, 'ma'am'. He almost winced until Roo held up her hand. He smiled at her, suppressing a chuckle, she glances back - a cute expression on her face. Evans adored Chicago, and how she handled talking to complete strangers in such a way put him at ease,
"Calm down Mulholland - stop talking.First of all, please, please don't ever call me ma'am again. Call me Major, call me boss...call me any variation of those, just not ma'am, yeah? Makes me feel like a grandmother. Secondly, this here is your XO, Captain Evans. You'll wanna stay in his good books too - not just mine."
This was cue. Evans stepped forth with a confident smile and shook the man's hand.
"Welcome aboard soldier. Great to have somebody else who knows their way around a gun. I'm sure you'll get to meet the rest of the team later this evening just err..." he glanced over Mulholland's shoulder, "be careful around Maggie." He winked and patted the guy's arm in a friendly way.

Chicago continued the conversation, subtly handing Evans a fresh beer while she got her own. He smiled and gratefully accepted it, he'd normally give her a hug or something but in this kind of social environment the Captain would have to restrain himself. As the conversation drifted toward football, known by most of the base as 'soccer', Evans' gaze drifted toward the ladder at the far end of the warehouse. It led up to a hatch in the ceiling, which in turn led up onto the Earth above the buried pier they were inhabiting. Evans flicked a quick glance at the senior command huddled together near the door, then he concocted a plan. As Wham's "Last Christmas" drifted over the speakers, he decided that shortly they'd take a trip up that ladder and build an impromptu football field. That was one way of getting the party going, and the sunsets on Meropis were quite beautiful. Rolling up his sleeves, Evans began to surreptitiously slide away from the group and very slowly paced toward the ladder, with evil intentions. He knew Chicago would notice straight away, and he hoped she'd caught what he was looking it. Two beers later, Evans was about to have fun...

<tag all the party peoples again!> 

[Blueberry Yagami]

1626
Training Area 6
Meropis

It was Blueberry's turn to show up now, garbed in her old school uniform and the lab coat she seemed to have a fetish for. Well it still fit so it seemed a waste to just throw them out. Blueberry however was not here to socialise, that was, as always, the last thing on her mind. Blueberry was here on business, the business of annoying Fee to look at and comment on her work. Naturally Blueberry strode straight up to Fee and had no qualms about interrupting whatever non-important thing she was doing. After all, Blueberry was working and Fee was... Partying?

"Maccafferty-san." Blueberry simply held up her tablet with her latest power cycle and network updates. Someone needed to keep this base running after all.

Tag: Fiona Maccafferty, Tom Chambers

[James Mulholland]

1624
Training Area 06
Meropis

"Yes ma'am. First time away from Earth. How could you tell?" he said, smiling before taking his hat off. He folded it up and shoved it under his left shoulder strap. "I could have been a Major in a few weeks, had I stayed in Australia, but instead chose a reduction in rank to be here. A few things I saw in Tasmania are finally starting to fall into the puzzle, now that I'm in the loop. I think I made the right decision" he continued. The Lieutenant took a sip from his bottle.

"Then we'll get a game running ASAP. I've been told that there's a corps of Australians in the works? Surely a few in there know how to play." he suggested. He was looking forward to it already. While he had played soccer for school, football was something he had only started to play after he joined the Army. Often, every platoon would field a team and participate in Regimental competitions. For a few hours every week, he was a mate of the men. Not just their commander.

"That will be rather hard, ma'am. In the Regiment, we operate on a first name basis. Using titles and ranks and all that is not something I'm used to anymore. Just... Give it time." Jim said at the way Chicago stopped him. Then he turned to the newly introduced XO. "Cap'n Evans. Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from, Evans? Sounds like Pom country to me." he asked to get to know the other boss a little.

He didn't quite understand why he'd need to be careful around anyone. "Care to explain that, mate?" he asked. The only way to find out was asking about it.

At the mention of the Cats, Jim smiled. Of course he supported the Cats. That was like asking wether the Pope was Catholic! "Yes ma'am. The Cats'll win the premiership this year... Again." he said. He was referring to the fact that the Cats had won the AFL Premiership last season. Of course, he couldn't be sure that they would win. He had to have a little faith, though.

So the Major was from Perth... "You're an Eagle, then, I take it?" he asked, referring to the West Coast Eagles that played in Perth. It was very possible, of course, that she had abandoned support for any team in favour of an American team. Somehow, he doubted it, though.

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

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Training Area 6
Meropis

Kelly had been trying to make small talk with the General and Doc Harrison, while at the same time, trying to NOT appear to be totally weird, standing at the back, just watching. She was ACTUALLY taking notes, mental ones, about who interacted with whom. She liked to study people, it helped her when problems arose. She was Meropis legal aid, sure, but some days she felt like she doubled as people's mother.

She'd finished the snack she had, and contemplated going for more. While she was deciding, she noticed a few things-the large, strange symbiote XO of this whole show had been found by the young, feckless blonde Frenchwoman. Kelly had her own opinions of Maggie, but she kept them to herself for the moment-Kelly suspected that the woman simply needed strong, clear boundaries, firm guidance, and unjudgmental leadership...actually, she reminded Kelly a bit of herself when she was MUCH younger.

She was about to say as much to Roger and Jason when they were interrupted by the alien contigency from Ueada.

General, Doctor, Sir. She blinked once. Did he REALLY just call her "sir?" Kelly HATED that; she was a woman, and she had worked DAMNED hard to get where she was. On the other hand, it was better than SOME things she'd been called throughout her life. She simply nodded and smiled, though.

By your leave, Lt. She said, with a small salute, then looked to the General. What was protocol for this sort of thing?! She turned back.

It's good to see you; enjoy yourself tonight. She said, with a sincere smile.

Tag:Aear Charter, Jason Conway, @whomever else

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Training area 06
Meropis

"We French like everything to be beautiful. It's Lt. Maggie Lefebvre to most. Enjoying yourself?"

Achilles chucked as she spoke those words. Not only was she pretty, but amusing as well. This one could be fun.

"Well you have succeeded this time. At least with with your appearance. It is true that length makes something beautiful?" He spoke with a playful grin on his face. "What do do you think of this uniform?" He looked down at his own clothing.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

1619
Training area 06
Meropis

True to her nature, Maggie's eyes traveled the room. Not that she meant any disrespect, but she was always looking for the next new thing. It was the same old people, though; a new Blonde was chatting with her CO-who was THAT guy?! She'd MOST definitely have to investigate that further. She watched the groups interact; the tiny redhead with the funny looking Aussie, Ryan with Liam, the CO's in one corner, the aliens to the other. Where was Dominic going?! Hmm...he was weird. And where was Mork?! Her gaze lingered a bit longer than was appropriate on the General before she returned her attention to the man in front of her.

Well you have succeeded this time. At least with with your appearance. It is true that length makes something beautiful? Of course, at the risk of being predicatable, Maggie ate it up.

Thanks. Apparently, we're the only two that got the memo that this is a PARTY, or maybe they party differently in the rest of the world. To me, it's a time to look my best... Not that that wasn't ALL the time, actually, but that was neither here nor there. As for length, she just nodded. In my opinion, yes. Like my legs, see?. Or..sort of like the skirt of the dress she wore that very night-not exactly a minidress, but as short as she thought she could get away with with THIS many CO's around. Normally, when she off duty, it was pretty much "anything goes", but with mixed company, you had to give a LITTLE, right?!

He spoke again, and she smiled. Not a man of many words, was he?! Not that she minded, the talkers annoyed her sometimes-especially in the heat of the moment. She wasn't really interested in the intellectual while she was exploring the primordial.

What do do you think of this uniform? She grinned. American military uniforms were among the best in the world-she'd SEEN many a man in uniform, of all kinds-dress whites, dress blues, BDUs, everything else. She just smirked a little, though.

Very nice...the American's have great uniforms, far better than ours. That said, I DO rather fancy dress whites and gold wings. She raised an eyebrow. Now that we've established that we're the best looking people here...I've heard the sunsets here are gorgeous, as well... A ruse to get them the hell out here, anyway.

Tag:@achillesjones. So I am not sure that Maggie has been brought up to speed that he has a symbiote...not that she minds, exactly..."two guys at once, takes me back" kind of thing