Post by Maggie Lefebvre on Jul 3, 2017 3:18:19 GMT
Unpredictable as the weather/she's as flighty as a feather
She's a headache/she's an angel/she's a girl
0800 Hours
Stargate Program HQ
Maggie stepped through the Gate from Meropis. Her pregnant stomach announced her arrival sooner than her blonde hair or still inappropriate outfit did. She was showing fast-Dr. Harrison had said it was because she was underweight AND carrying her...baby low. Plus, her maternity uniforms hadn't arrived yet, and she just COULDN'T bear to wear her dungarees one more day. They were SOOO ugly and needed to be washed, besides. She looked around, a look of uncontained disgust on her face. THIS was Cheyenne Mountain?! She'd come here for her pre-mission briefing, but never inside the HQ area. Just in some of the outer buildings. Jesus. She turned, and smiled prettily to the young man at the Gate controls.
Lt. Lefebvre, reporting as ordered. Where's the party?
'Allo. General Conway sent me.[/color] She extended the paperwork with her hand, indicating her new orders and the agreement that she had with Conway, Stargate, the US Navy, and France. Basically, she'd be allowed to stay in the StarGate program so long as she worked hard behind a desk, and otherwise kept her nose clean. She was about 99% sure that Cap-Achilles-had pulled some strings. She was determined to not mess this up, MOSTLY because she wasn't prepared to head back to Paris, tail between her legs, admitting failure.[/div][/div]
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OUTFIT: HERE, TAGGED: John Callaghan John Callaghan John Callaghan John Callaghan , NOTES: Erm, not my best, but it's a start!! IDK WHY THE STUPID SPAN TAGS AREN'T WORKING. GRR.
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