Stargate Dressing Room Role Play (original) (raw)

As Amanda wandered through the corridors of Destiny something seemed a little off than usual. However it didn’t stop her as she trekked on. She was still getting used to the freedom in getting to explore the ship on her own. Venturing ever deeper and turning a corner a door soon stood in the middle of the hallway. Not thinking much of it at first, she reached over and opened it stepping through. What greeted her though was a place that was far from being Destiny.

"Another part of the Matrix?" she said aloud to no one in particular but then this really didn’t feel like the place she had previously been in. The bright walls of Atlantis all around her now as she reached out to inspect if it was real or not and sure enough it was. "Well this is certainly...new."

In case anyone's watching, she appears out of thin air in one of the Destiny sections. She doesn't seem perturbed by any of this, and she hardly makes a sound as she moves fluidly about. Certainly with all of her eyes about the body of the ship, she doesn't need to take a form, not with the programs informing her of all she needs to know of her crew.

But there is something wrong. She is disjointed, and her sister is near, and another entity entirely, and her crew--the readings are all wrong. The lights nearby glow a little brighter, and nearby consoles pop up with a warning in Ancient: Temporal/spacial displacement, as if that truly explains anything.

Destiny is going to find her crew.

Young doesn't even notice a difference from the Destiny he was on before to the section of the ship now. He was never one to look too intently at the hallways he passed through for the most part, having learned his way around the livable sections of the ship a while ago. He does eventually notice something is not quite right when the old and dark Destiny hallway gives way to the bright and newer Atlantis hallways. Stopping in his tracks, he stares at the seam between Atlantis and Destiny. In fact, he stands there for a while, poking at the seam. It doesn't make any sense to him. Maybe he'll go find Rush or Eli and ask them about this. Later though, because he's just moving his head from side to side to see if it's some sort of illusion.

"...what the hell?"

Sekhmet has taken to wandering around, looking for the possibility of a new host. She definitely prefers the current body. People listen to him, and it gets the job done. But then there is the fact that Kalfu is definitely unhappy, and she doesn't want that to continue. It's been so long since she's had a female host, that she'll have to be careful about it, find someone who is fitting to continue her goals.

This one, however, takes things slowly, delicately. He pads along a corridor in bare feet, light clothes hanging off of him, sweeping fingers across a wall.

He pulls back from the wall, an almost pained expression on his face. That's not right at all... This place is not right. There's a door he stands before, and he doesn't know what's behind it, but he knows it's not the ship. And it's not. Somewhere else, bright with the smell of the sea.

He looks pretty clearly upset about this turn of events, but his mind is always churning, trying to piece the broken pieces together.

Rush stumbled backwards, through the stargate, landing hard on the ground, his gun skidding off to the left. A twist, and he shoved the case of lab data off to the right, kicking it towards a wall, darting over towards the gun. And he barely had it raised before the first of the zombies crawled through, hands and knees, apparently following the trail of blood from Rush's clothes.

It took Rush two shots to get it, through the brain, and he scrambled backwards, to his feet.

It was only then that he took a moment to glance around him -- some kind of gate room, partially darkened, the technology unfamiliar. He ... had no idea where he was. The evacuation through the Stargate was last-ditch, an emergency, but what if -- what if it didn't shut off? What if the zed just kept coming?

He only had so many bullets.

ooc: This Nicholas Rush is a crossover AU from a world similar to that in World War Z. He's brought zombies with him, to the Destiny gate room. Enjoy.

She had been walking along one of the empty corridors of Destiny, fingertips occasionally skimming the metal walls. This was much further than most of the crew regularly went but she wasn't worried. She had nowhere to be until mealtime, and she knew she could find her way back.

The first sign that something had changed was the sound of the kino that'd been following her. Like always. But suddenly, Cassidy realized it was gone. Silence.

She stopped, looking back over her shoulder. No kino.

And the walls around her were different now.

Cassidy stepped away from the much shinier wall of Atlantis, head tilting back as she stared up at the far-off, brighter ceiling. Her eyes went wide. Then her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Not Destiny", she said out loud. Head craning as she looked searchingly, moving with caution but curiosity around the corner. "Did not go through door. Do not. Remember. Where is this?"

This is Colonel Evelyn Young. I'd like a headcount. How many people are here?

Well, this was different.

He clearly remembered being on Destiny right before this, but he was in the SGC now. Rush had never liked the place and he really didn't like it now, as he knew that if he was here, he was a prisoner unlike how things were on the ship. There, nobody knew the truth besides Colonel Young and he didn't have to worry about the glares or insults like the ones Telford routinely threw at him.

But no need to worry about that right now. He had to find a way to get back before something critical failed on Destiny or the incompetent human scientists break things that would kill everybody.

Something was off. The location was right. But something was off.

He was on board Destiny, which was to be expected, he had been sitting at the stones for hours. They were due for their check in and he was due to check on the situation. Still, something was wrong. Off. He felt different. The wrong kind of different. He always felt different within Young's body, but this was... he felt his ring finger, finding it empty.

"Impossible," he muttered as he held up his hand. It was his hand. Not Young's. Not Scott's. Not any one of the other men on board the ship.

The pain is duller than she's expecting, three deep scratches in the flesh of her upper-arm, the shrieks of whatever avian life form occupies this planet echoing loud and piercing in the cliffs, valleys around them.

"Ten minutes until Destiny leaves," shouts Scott, over the noise.

"Get through the gate!" she orders, and he snaps to it, pulling the last kino sled loaded with ore through with him, as she fits her gun to her shoulder, looses a few rounds at the newest attack wave.

They scatter at the sound of the gun, shrieking again, and she dares a look behind her, retreats back, one step, another -- and that's when she stumbles, over a piece of ore, stumbles back and she's falling, falling into the gate's wormhole --

-- and thudding, hard, against the floor of the gateroom. The stargate deactivates behind her, and she moves to her feet, hand pressed against the steady flow of blood from her arm.

"Scott, Greer, get the--" and she stops.

The gate room is empty.

Except for her.

[OOC: This is Evelyn Young, a genderswapped AU of Colonel Young from SGU. She has just arrived in the Destiny gateroom. Enjoy.]

Anywhere- everywhere you go, you will see this sign, flashing and beeping away. And unless you find cover, and quick, they will find you. And just who will find you? Zombies!! Thousands of them, and they're everywhere, no matter what room, no matter how many times you zat them down, they return! Lurching, groaning, brain-eating zombies.. and it seems like the city is entirely unaware of what happened... or maybe the city is to blame for this horror that everyone is now faced with.

Just what are you going to do!?

((ooc: that's right, zombie outbreak! All I ask is that you keep it in this post, making one thread per whatever scene you want so it doesn't invade other people's posts after this))

You would think that after being stuck in some memory altering city and then arriving here, Rush's troubles would be less and he'd just be able to work on some way to get back to Destiny, right? Wrong. He remembers everything that has happened so far and he's not too happy about how everything has gone down.

He's found the Destiny gateroom and is working on a console, doing his best to try and forget what had happened by working to get back to the ship. Rush has no plans to deal with anybody else at the moment and at this point will probably ignore them if they show up. At least, if whatever he's working on at the console would stop giving him trouble.

"Damn it," he mutters, pushing his glasses up on top of his head so he can rub his eyes.

((Spoilers for Justice in this post.))

Well, this is unexpected.

She'd been walking away from the med-bay, not really taking in her surroundings, her emotions all stirred up; relief at the reappearance of Young, worry over the disappearance of Rush.

Perhaps she'd taken a wrong turning...but these corridors don't look like any part of Destiny she's been in before.

She retraces her steps, opens a door and pulls up short. She's staring into the empty mess-hall back at SGC.

Impossible, completely impossible...

A man stood in the middle of an empty room, surveying this new place. This was new, and this was quite fascinating. His arms were folded over his chest, and he stood, glancing around. What this place was was yet to be seen, but one this was for sure, that brief flash in his eyes could only mean one thing.

A Goa'uld had arrived.

There's a Rush sitting in one of the SGC portions on this place, in front of a whiteboard half covered in equations and symbols that only make sense to him. He's been at the whiteboard for a while, possibly since his encounter with his other self. This Rush has been having memory problems recently, having been dragged from a city that produced false memories for an entirely different life.

It seems that he's having some memory trouble now, trying to complete what he's working on, but unable to do so. He stands up and starts to pace, muttering something as he grabs his shoulder. It looks as if this is really bothering him and something makes him stop and write something more, which he does before he checks his work and tosses the marker at the whiteboard angrily before erasing the newly written portion and picking up his pen.

Once Colonel Everett Young finds the armory, in the part that looks like the SGC -- once he gets a sidearm -- he starts exploring the area around him.

He avoids the transporters, keeps track of where he is, and finds that he can actually passably navigate, if he assumes that the Destiny, the SGC and Atlantis have all somehow been jumbled together. There's no explanation forthcoming; the computer systems all seem normal, and the Ancient language is still, as ever, completely incomprehensible.

Best case scenario, he wakes up from this and finds that it was some kind of alien illusion. Slightly worse case scenario, he finds Rush, or someone else from the Destiny.

Worst case scenario, he doesn't.

Whichever it is, he'll find out soon enough.

A number of things struck Rush as odd the moment she walked busily through the door.

1.) This was not Destiny.

2.) Not only was this not Destiny, she couldn't very well say where she was at all.

3.) The doorway she had just walked through would no longer open.

She was not prone to panic, but that sort of occurrence did tend to throw her off her game. Quite a bit. The first thing she did was check the first reflective surface to make sure it had nothing to do with the stones. And since it didn't...

It left her quite annoyed.

"Is there somebody here who would like to explain themselves, or am I, as usual, going to have to find the answer myself?" Certain people might find the Scottish irritation vaguely familiar.

He is actually doing fairly well. It's been a little while since the last little scuffle with the Lucian Alliance, and for the most part, all of SG-1's missions have been exploratory in nature. Yes, he prefers Sam on the team...but after the Ori and then Ba'al and then the Wraith, he's learned to stop wishing disaster on the galaxy just to get himself a full team.

She is still around when they need to take the Hammond out places, after all. It's better than outright retiring. And, really, eventually, something else will happen.

Cameron blinks up at the hallway leading out of the elevator, and sighs. "That's not what I meant."

And here, he thought he still had some time before his next trip to another universe. This also shatters his current theory that you only go somewhere once. Apparently he's just that special.

Live and learn.

[OOC: And Cam returns \o/ A refresher note: Cam is a little meta-game. He's officially set shortly after SGU begins, but he's also set after his other RPG adventures. So, finding himself stuck places is not new to him. And he's been here before. :3]

Rush was on board Destiny, on his way to the room with the chair interface. When he rounded the corner to the door, the door opened into an a hallway that was clearly that of the SGC.

Rush stood there a moment, "That is impossible." He closed the door and stepped back, a second later he tried again. This time the door opened into the hallways of Atlantis. He narrowed his eyes, "...very impossible."

Bast stormed down the corridor. She still hated being on the Ancient city, the whole place felt off to her, and moments she was alone reminded her all too well about it.

Walking out to one of the piers she was half tempted to dive into the water, but didn't want to risk being unable to return to the city, which so far was the only habitual place if she believed the Tau'ri.

Sitting on the edge of the pier she sighed. Closing her eyes she opened them after a moment, her host scooting back from the edge a little, still not used to being on the water. After all she was from a desert world.

{{ooc: Open to anyone. Just really bored}}

*Dragging a guitar behind him over to a tv consol. Fiddling with things Guitar hero starts up and the little replicator bug seems happy enough jumping on the controller seeming to actually be halfway decent at it.*

Unlike most of the good guys, Sheppard has no idea that Daniels have been kidnapped or that there was a rescue mission going on. In fact, he hasn't been seen very often, wandering around the city rarely or when Atlantis decides to cause trouble.

He's been in the jumper bay for most of the time, making himself a room in one of the jumpers, complete with his Johnny Cash poster hanging from the ceiling of the small ship. Right now though, he's packing away his things so he can take the jumper out to explore the area.

"All right kids... We got a lead on where they are being kept. Can't say I trust the source... being techno bugs and all. But it's all we got to work from."

Jack himself has suited up in his gear and does look ready to move out. P-90 at the ready of course, "If you don't have a weapon. Teal'c was kind enough to do a little shopping for us. If you're coming... suit up."

After whomever plans to help arrives, he leans back a little to look them over, "We're gonna hit them from two sides. Saftys off and watch your friendlies. And for the love of god... Let's try not to get any Daniels killed."

(ooc: feel free to join or hinder the rescue. notbocceball will be playing NPC warriors to everyone fight through.)

TP and all the other replicator bugs drag explosives out towards one of the piers. It knows it's an important Earth holiday for some of the Atlantis crew sooooooooooooooooo

It's going to wait until sundown and have a party!

TP goes off from the checklist.

Fireworks Check

hotdogs and hamburgers....
Looks to where two of the other bugs are struggling with a cooler
Check
though they don't know you're supposed to cook them

Drinks Check
Another cooler's being brought out with drinks from the kitchen.

music....

Looks around for the replicator in charge of music
Still looking

N U
M U S I C!
N O T
G O O D
N O T
G O O D

Look, everyone.

Upon entering a door, any door- it's all random, a person will find him or herself in a Disco hall with the worst music the worst music the 1970s had to offer playing.

Shakarri looked at the woman that was being held by one of the guards. The three marched to the holding cell the Daniels were being held. She made sure that the woman and guard went into the room first.

"

Well well well, isn't this a happy little welcoming. If the two of you behave, no harm will come to her I promise. Though really, she would make a great host if she were cleaned up some."

Jack is currently somewhere in the city of Atlantis... or at least the version of Atlantis here. He is not too thrilled about hearing what Ba'al is up to. He isn't sure how many people are actually here. Or how many or on their side.

But he figures only a hand full would have the SGC radio frequency, so he broad casts, "I'm betting most of you heard ol' Ba'al's announcment there."

"Now I shouldn't have to tell you what I think we should be doing about this. If you're planning on lending a hand, now's the time to speak up."

[A familiar booming voice transmits over Atlantis, the SGC and surrounding area of this... strange......... planet.]

Attention.

Some of you may notice you are currently minus two of your Daniel Jacksons. Should you wish their return to you... well, that could be arranged. Contact me via the following frequency and it... may be arranged.

[The announcement is followed the frequency mentioned.]

[Jack had gotten bored. Which is always a bad thing... but this time it's worse. He's more than willing to go anywhere for any reason. Even boring ones... like... oh say.. a Daniel coming by and asking him to check out this neat chamber he found. Might have the mysteries of the universe inside.... or something.]

[Whatever, Jack wasn't paying attention.]

Sooo, Daniel? What's so interesting about this place again?

[He idly poked at some bulky artifact Daniel had been playing with... then suddenly said artifact turned on.]

[A second later, Jack realized he was.... staring at himself.]

Aw, crap.

[OOC: here's the deal. Body Swap! Switch bodies with someone else in the place for three days. That thing that turned on switches any two people that with in a close proximity, but does not change them back... or into any new body. Details here.]

Shau'ri steps out of a room looking around, the place confuses her, but at least so far she hasn't run into more serpent guards. She wants to go home, because she's worried about her family and people, but so far, hasn't found the way out yet.

Sitting on the steps across from the gate she sighs, a little frustrated.

No, no, no! This is all wrong!

This--This-- [There is one Rodney McKay now within the halls of Atlantis. Right now he's franticly going about checking readings on a number of Atlantis' systems.]

This doesn't make any sense.

[He goes from one station to another. If anyone else shows up he probably will not notice them until he bumps right into them.]

Atlantis always buzzed with a lingering excitement, or perhaps fading adrenalin, after any rescue mission like the most recent one to Sateda. Depending on the stakes, and how intense the mission had been, it could take days or even weeks to fade. It had been a month and a half after the Wraith nearly found their way to Earth.

It was going on three days this time, and the euphoria at a successful rescue was mostly dissipated, at least as far as Gateroom personnel went.

She was flipping through a supply report in one of Atlantis' tablets, as she wandered into her office, hoping for fresh coffee to be waiting there. She glanced up at the lack of the scent of coffee, and gave a soft frown.

This was not her office. Had the Atlantis transporters somehow malfunctioned?

[OOC: Shortly after season 3, episode 4, Sateda.]

Daniel wandered into a new room.

He knew it was a bad idea as soon as he entered, his clothes changed... into white scrubs and his glasses where now missing. He grabbed his head and groaned. This all getting far too familiar too fast. His surroundings seem to change into the too familiar space of a padded room.

He groans again and looks back up wide eyed, "They're here... they're here... can't you hear them?!"

He then looks around as if he doesn't recongize where he is... then slowly backs his way into the corner, "They're coming~~"

(ooc: have yourself a crazy room. How you get uncrazy it up to you. How long it lasts, etc.. Or you can not be affected at all and try to deal with teh crazies!)

"Okay! Answers!" a General Jack O'Neill calls out from an area that looks remarkably like the SGC... but clearly isn't. It's lacking one very key feature. The stargate. Never mind that the SGC seems to connect itself to Atlantis... which is just one of the many illogical things going on around here.

"Really would like some answers right now!"

Today, this specific Colonel has secured Jello. One might believe that this would make him marginally less unhappy at finding himself stuck on a faux-Atlantis. However, the jello is green and not nearly as satisfying as the red he left behind.

His mood is only slightly better, but he would argue it is not entirely due to being stuck somewhere against his will--although, that is getting extremely old, now--but due to the others who've been stuck with him. Two Goa'uld and an army of Replicators do not a happy Colonel Mitchell make.

Still.

He has jello now.

Today is a better day than yesterday.

T.P. scurried along a corridor looking for where it felt the food was. It was 'hungry', that is if a replicator bug could get hungry. It found an old lab. The tech, after trying a bite was adequate at least. The little bug happily started munching not worried that in doing so it could be causing the carbon life trouble. It didn't pay attention that it was replicating either, why should it it was only following programming.

Eat
Replicate
look for Wraith

Such a simple existence really.

Jack had turned the corner heading to Daniel's office when...

"Okay, this isn't the mountain..." Turning he tried to figure out where he was, color this Colonel Jack O'Neill confused, which really isn't hard.

"Daniel? You didn't get someone to redecorate in the last hour did you?" He really wasn't expecting an answer, but talking helped at the moment.

There has been a Ba'al around for a few days. He kept to himself in terms of silently observing the situation. Unlike other Goa'uld, he knows better than to be over confidant. He will understand this place, then he shall control it. And in that he shall be a God.

Currently he strolls the halls of Atlantis, since it is the biggest land mark on this planet. And full of all kinds of useful technology... that he can't seem to access. He made his way to the 'gate room of Atlantis. Again he tries to use a few of the systems there to no avail.

"Hm..."

Daniel came into the gateroom, slightly out of breath because he was running late for the mission. He'd had gotten himself occupied with another translation and almost missed the time of their departure for the planet PX590. The MALP had sent back images of a large field of wheat with a few broken down ruins near the gate but that was all.

He adjusted his pack, waiting for the dialing sequence to finish as he lined up with the rest of his team.

[anyone welcome to be on said team, even multiples, I just wanted to do a mission based RP]

Bast'et had stormed out of the command room of her ship leaving her Lo'taur to deal with things.

The air smelled different... Looking around she noticed she wasn't on the ship anymore.

"

Kel..." She looked around frowning slightly. "Where am I?" The runaway Goa'uld queen didn't like the idea her companion wasn't with her, but turning she saw the way she had come through was gone. Moving forward carefully she debated letting her host figure things out, most people took a slave girl easier than a fake god.

((ooc: so everyone knows. Red font's the Goa'uld, black's the host))

Enter one vaguely miffed Colonel, no longer eating his jell-o. It takes a moment to register that it's not the jello missing, but himself. This apparently does not even begin to impress him. He scowls briefly, sighs, and brings his hand to his forehead.

"Where the hell am I now?"

Evidently, this is not entirely new to him.

Yet another person arrives before too long. This one looks somewhat lost no matter where he is. He arrives in a strange forrested area that is impossibly at the end of a long corridor within Atlantis. Once you pass into the green forested area it further impossibly opens up into a... for lack of a better word... world.

"Um... guys?" one very lost Dr. Jackson wanders in from the forest and into the hall, "Guys?"

The silence is disconcerting. He reaches for his radio and broadcasts, "Sam? Teal'c? Please, come in."

"All right! I'm getting a little bit sick of waking up in strange places like this."

A Colonel O'Neill has somehow appeared. And he has appeared in what looks like the halls of Atlantis... if he actually been to Atlantis he'd be comforted by this fact. A little. Maybe. Slightly. Kinda. Okay, probably not.

The fact remains, he's in a strange place without his team. He starts yelling at the air above him, "Hey! This better not be you doing this Thor!"

...I don't think I'm in Atlantis anymore.