Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers

SGA at Buffet 3

Teyla, Elizabeth, and Carson were sitting at the bar near the buffet where they (the hotel staff, not the team) served the virgin daiquiris and handed out free mints. Carson was flipping through a copy of Seventeen Magazine, frowning and wrinkling his nose at each page.

Suddenly, a young man slid down into the seat next to them. He was gasping and dripping sweat everywhere. "Alright, laddie?" muttered Carson, eyeing the newcomer.

"What? I…yeah. Could you do me a favor?"

"Uh, sure."

"If an Indian guy with fluffy hair comes through here looking for 'Sylar', tell him you have no idea what he's talking about." he told them.

"Why?" asked Teyla.

"You don't want to know…miss." He rubbed his hands together, giving them a grin filled with white, evil-looking teeth. He then hopped off the chair and took off running.

"HE KILLED MY FATHER!" screeched another guy, running in the room (but not before tripping over a table and knocking over a waitress). He was Indian-looking, with fluffy hair and a crazed look that screamed, 'I'm a maniac. Ask me about special abilities!'

"I'm Suresh. Mohinder Suresh." he said, holding out his hand. "Have you seen a youngish guy come through here; sort of handsome, dark hair, giant eyebrows?" He waved his hands around his face to illustrate his point.

"Um, no?" said Carson.

"Dammit! I will avenge you, father! I will!" He ran off too.

"What is with all these pop culture references?" asked Elizabeth.

"I'm not quite sure." muttered Teyla.

"Hi." said a third newcomer. "Can I interest you in a pin?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I'm from the 'Save the Cheerleader, Save the World' Foundation." He smiled at them, brimming over with innocence. Carson cringed.

"We raise money to save cheerleaders with special abilities."

"I'm not giving you anything." said Elizabeth. "Last time, I donated to some foundation called 'Live Together, Die Alone', and I didn't even get the newsletter!"

"Oh, but we're not like them, I assure you!" The young man looked offended.

"Have a virgin daiquiri with us, lad."

He looked thoughtful, but with the extremely large lock of hair covering his eye, it was kind of hard to tell. "Okay." he laughed, hopping up between Teyla and Elizabeth.

"Long day, huh?" asked Elizabeth.

"Tell me about it."