Well it's now the next day and were still here!! Here is the story since I
signed off yesterday begging whomever you are to get us out of here. (Now
I kinda know how our muses feel, just don't tell them I said that)
We were given quarters for the night (which is totally cool, they have a whole base and everything going on here in Museania, which is what we've dubbed this virtual reality we find ourselves in) And strangely enough I did, sleep, I may have fell asleep a little eagerly maybe in the hopes of waking up find this is all a bad dream. Alas I'm still here as are all the others. We took it upon ourselves to take a wander round, pretty much like an empty warehouse really, not as buzzing as we usually think.
We persuaded an Airman who appeared to take us down a few levels to; yes you have guessed it, the Stargate. Which we had too visit, (I feel like a tourist, we all do, wish I had a camera, this place rocks) after taking in the sight of the Stargate, (which took several minutes) we were ushered up the stairs into the briefing room, where our computers and laptops were situated roundabout on tables etc.
I have been directed to a chair, sat in front of my computer and it looks like I'm the minutes girl again, (which can I say totally sucks seeing as I don't get to have much interaction with the muses, who have grown in number. General Hammond is here also and the technician guy ((the one who controls the stargate, does anyone know his name?)) )
NOTE 2 SELF - (If you get the chance ask technician guy his name)
Like I said were now in the briefing room, and we still have only a vague idea of why we are here. From what we've summed up someone, (you know who you are) is writing a fanfic in which SG1 has created a device which can bring people from one reality to another (Gr8 idea by the way but couldn't you have included yourself in the scenario?) Only problem is our muses actually in some kind of weird, (only in sci-fi could this happen) highly unlikely, totally plausible (in what reality?) way has managed to create the device and start dragging us here instead. I think they have bee in their bonnet about us using them as pawns for our stories (they should be privileged)
OH and the fic writers people IE us, have increased in number also. There are a few more new faces although I haven't had a chance to get names yet. But yup they have the same look on their faces as I'm sure I and the rest of us had when we first arrived here.
I think the 'briefing' is about to start, Hammond, (his head looks really shiny and buffed up in this light) is sitting in his usual place at the head of the table. Oops, I think Jack may have read the line I just wrote about the General, he's smirking, which seems to have Krusty and the rest of his followers smirking as well. Now I'm getting a glare from Hammond, tell him he's the one reading when he should be listening to you.
Fine now I'm ducking my head down, listening not looking.
"Well first lets get things into some sort of order" (Hammond) "I suggest you choose someone to speak for you so we don't get confused"
Glad I've got my head ducked down, apparently everyone else does too.
"Well this is going to be fun" (O'Neill, how does the guy make every word so damned sarcastic?)
"I practice a lot"
Damn it man stop looking over my shoulder. Ok now I'm cowering behind my laptop, sending him glares through the back of my head.
"Jack?"
"Sorry, so any volunteers"
Although my vision is impaired due my nose practically glued to the computer screen I'm guessing no one had put their hand up or stepped forward or...
"That would be a no"
I WASN'T ASKING YOU, GO AWAY YOUR DISTRACTING ME
"Sorry"
"Jack"
"Sir?"
"What are you doing"
"Talking to the minutes girl"
I can almost see Krusty going green, hehe.
"Who's Krusty?"
Probably the one blushing now, and the sniggering coming from Felicia, Ted and Marajade aren't gonna be helping keep the red down. Ok I owe her one.
"Colonel O'Neill"
"Sorry Sir"
Managed to lift my head, apologising, but hello people could we get with the program, much as this is very interesting in a warped kind of way, I'd like to get home.
"Well lets press on people. Does everyone understand the situation"
This comment has been greeted by sniggers on our parts and a few shakes of the head, which is followed by groans by both sides. It's going to be a long day.
Gonna sign off while Carter yet again explains to the new comers what's going on, BBL.
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Well I kinda dropped a doozie on them, and let me tell you I didn't intend on picking a fight with Carter, (cos quite frankly there is now way I'm that smart, she knows way way way too much, plus the woman kicks ass, not that I'm against it but I'd rather someone else do the ass kicking for me before I get my shoes dirty. WHAT I may break a nail!) but I did challenge them all as to why they are still dragging us here, if it goes on much longer we'll out number them. So I kinda asked Carter why she was so trigger happy with the device they built. Believe me if looks could kill, I stepped behind Tealc at this point out of the line of dagger eyes.
Apparently once the device was turned on and brought a few of us here they did turn it off. Or thought they had, which obviously they didn't because HELLO new people as we speak. Surprise surprise, not the story about turning something on and then off only it doesn't switch off, where have I read this story before. Whoever you are, you could have come up with a failsafe, but no you're leaving us flailing.
"OK people, now everyone knows why and how they got here, now we have to figure out how to get you back to your own...."
"Reality" (Robin1212, Now we know things are going a bit mad, seeing as most of her stories are for M*A*S*H. The device obviously is targeting writers and reviewers, which ain't good for the people not exactly directly involved, (like myself and a few others here), in other words things are going from bad to worse)
Ya see, ya see, the reason why I like writing sci-fi, its supposed to be fiction, not real life. How wrong was I, we? I'm not comfortable knowing I'm not in my own reality. I'm not comfortable thinking I can be taken from my own reality. Reality bites.
"Hey seeing as we're stuck here do you think maybe we could take a small trip through, you know through the" (airforce f-15)
"You want to go through the stargate?" (Daniel)
Actually, I was kinda hoping myself, I mean hey nothing can be stranger than this right? Maybe I shouldn't speak too soon
"And just where would you like to go"
Kelowna, Kelowna, Kelowna.
"Chulak would be cool" (felicia)
Damn
"Minutes girl wants to go to Kelowna"
Will you stop reading what I write.
"What's so speacial about Kelowna"
Well DUH!
"Oh a certain cute Alien lives there" (I see Krust is getting her own back.)
Well if the stoopid writer of this story had written propperly Jonas would be here instead of in Kelowna wouldn't he.
"If he was here would you be getting any work done?" (O'Neill)
you realise I could answer that question in so many ways, but I'm leaving my gutter mind stored away for now.
Stop reading what I type, I'll edit and let you red a revision of it later.
Did I tell you how much Krusty really really likes you?
I think I lost him on my first point.
~~~~~~~~~~ :-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We were given quarters for the night (which is totally cool, they have a whole base and everything going on here in Museania, which is what we've dubbed this virtual reality we find ourselves in) And strangely enough I did, sleep, I may have fell asleep a little eagerly maybe in the hopes of waking up find this is all a bad dream. Alas I'm still here as are all the others. We took it upon ourselves to take a wander round, pretty much like an empty warehouse really, not as buzzing as we usually think.
We persuaded an Airman who appeared to take us down a few levels to; yes you have guessed it, the Stargate. Which we had too visit, (I feel like a tourist, we all do, wish I had a camera, this place rocks) after taking in the sight of the Stargate, (which took several minutes) we were ushered up the stairs into the briefing room, where our computers and laptops were situated roundabout on tables etc.
I have been directed to a chair, sat in front of my computer and it looks like I'm the minutes girl again, (which can I say totally sucks seeing as I don't get to have much interaction with the muses, who have grown in number. General Hammond is here also and the technician guy ((the one who controls the stargate, does anyone know his name?)) )
NOTE 2 SELF - (If you get the chance ask technician guy his name)
Like I said were now in the briefing room, and we still have only a vague idea of why we are here. From what we've summed up someone, (you know who you are) is writing a fanfic in which SG1 has created a device which can bring people from one reality to another (Gr8 idea by the way but couldn't you have included yourself in the scenario?) Only problem is our muses actually in some kind of weird, (only in sci-fi could this happen) highly unlikely, totally plausible (in what reality?) way has managed to create the device and start dragging us here instead. I think they have bee in their bonnet about us using them as pawns for our stories (they should be privileged)
OH and the fic writers people IE us, have increased in number also. There are a few more new faces although I haven't had a chance to get names yet. But yup they have the same look on their faces as I'm sure I and the rest of us had when we first arrived here.
I think the 'briefing' is about to start, Hammond, (his head looks really shiny and buffed up in this light) is sitting in his usual place at the head of the table. Oops, I think Jack may have read the line I just wrote about the General, he's smirking, which seems to have Krusty and the rest of his followers smirking as well. Now I'm getting a glare from Hammond, tell him he's the one reading when he should be listening to you.
Fine now I'm ducking my head down, listening not looking.
"Well first lets get things into some sort of order" (Hammond) "I suggest you choose someone to speak for you so we don't get confused"
Glad I've got my head ducked down, apparently everyone else does too.
"Well this is going to be fun" (O'Neill, how does the guy make every word so damned sarcastic?)
"I practice a lot"
Damn it man stop looking over my shoulder. Ok now I'm cowering behind my laptop, sending him glares through the back of my head.
"Jack?"
"Sorry, so any volunteers"
Although my vision is impaired due my nose practically glued to the computer screen I'm guessing no one had put their hand up or stepped forward or...
"That would be a no"
I WASN'T ASKING YOU, GO AWAY YOUR DISTRACTING ME
"Sorry"
"Jack"
"Sir?"
"What are you doing"
"Talking to the minutes girl"
I can almost see Krusty going green, hehe.
"Who's Krusty?"
Probably the one blushing now, and the sniggering coming from Felicia, Ted and Marajade aren't gonna be helping keep the red down. Ok I owe her one.
"Colonel O'Neill"
"Sorry Sir"
Managed to lift my head, apologising, but hello people could we get with the program, much as this is very interesting in a warped kind of way, I'd like to get home.
"Well lets press on people. Does everyone understand the situation"
This comment has been greeted by sniggers on our parts and a few shakes of the head, which is followed by groans by both sides. It's going to be a long day.
Gonna sign off while Carter yet again explains to the new comers what's going on, BBL.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well I kinda dropped a doozie on them, and let me tell you I didn't intend on picking a fight with Carter, (cos quite frankly there is now way I'm that smart, she knows way way way too much, plus the woman kicks ass, not that I'm against it but I'd rather someone else do the ass kicking for me before I get my shoes dirty. WHAT I may break a nail!) but I did challenge them all as to why they are still dragging us here, if it goes on much longer we'll out number them. So I kinda asked Carter why she was so trigger happy with the device they built. Believe me if looks could kill, I stepped behind Tealc at this point out of the line of dagger eyes.
Apparently once the device was turned on and brought a few of us here they did turn it off. Or thought they had, which obviously they didn't because HELLO new people as we speak. Surprise surprise, not the story about turning something on and then off only it doesn't switch off, where have I read this story before. Whoever you are, you could have come up with a failsafe, but no you're leaving us flailing.
"OK people, now everyone knows why and how they got here, now we have to figure out how to get you back to your own...."
"Reality" (Robin1212, Now we know things are going a bit mad, seeing as most of her stories are for M*A*S*H. The device obviously is targeting writers and reviewers, which ain't good for the people not exactly directly involved, (like myself and a few others here), in other words things are going from bad to worse)
Ya see, ya see, the reason why I like writing sci-fi, its supposed to be fiction, not real life. How wrong was I, we? I'm not comfortable knowing I'm not in my own reality. I'm not comfortable thinking I can be taken from my own reality. Reality bites.
"Hey seeing as we're stuck here do you think maybe we could take a small trip through, you know through the" (airforce f-15)
"You want to go through the stargate?" (Daniel)
Actually, I was kinda hoping myself, I mean hey nothing can be stranger than this right? Maybe I shouldn't speak too soon
"And just where would you like to go"
Kelowna, Kelowna, Kelowna.
"Chulak would be cool" (felicia)
Damn
"Minutes girl wants to go to Kelowna"
Will you stop reading what I write.
"What's so speacial about Kelowna"
Well DUH!
"Oh a certain cute Alien lives there" (I see Krust is getting her own back.)
Well if the stoopid writer of this story had written propperly Jonas would be here instead of in Kelowna wouldn't he.
"If he was here would you be getting any work done?" (O'Neill)
you realise I could answer that question in so many ways, but I'm leaving my gutter mind stored away for now.
Stop reading what I type, I'll edit and let you red a revision of it later.
Did I tell you how much Krusty really really likes you?
I think I lost him on my first point.
~~~~~~~~~~ :-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~