THE WORKSHOP I. So this is a little... weird. John's done weird before, hell, he's something of an expert at it. Leaflets are a new level of weird, though. Usually he turns up somewhere, there's some yelling, there's some shooting, someone needs rescuing. Pamphlets on a cause are an odd one, though. He's half expecting a copy of The Watchtower to come with them.
He's dressed in what, to someone from Earth or a similar world, might come across as a military-esque uniform and squinting at the leaflets. The whole thing is.... horribly plausible, but John finds something nagging at him. What kind of storm? What is it caused by? He's seen a few big destructive events, and the lack of information rubs him the wrong way like a cranky cat.
"Okay," he mutters under his breath. This is a lot to take in, but that's... fine. He's a quick learner. He can do this. Letting out a slow breath he takes a quick glance around and approaches someone, paints on an easy if strained smile.
"Hi. Listen, not that the uh... literature isn't good. It's great. Very nicely printed -- but do you know if there's any... maps? You know, of the whole storm thing. It's just, I have some questions. Some friends I'd want to check on in a galaxy far, far away. You know."
I'M SKILLED IN: flying things. I can fly pretty much anything.
I'M LOOKING FOR: a map, honestly.
ALSO, I'M: really craving a turkey sandwich.
STASIS UNITS
Hearing about something and seeing it are two different things. John had known that they'd rescued people, put them in pods to recover, but he can't help that nagging feeling that this is all wrong. It could be a simulation. Not that it felt like a simulation at the time, but then again nothing ever does at first.
He's stood staring at a stasis pod, trying to ignore the tingling sense of wrongness mixed with concern. Stasis pods work. He's seen stasis pods that work before. There's no... obvious reason not to trust them but, all the same, it's creepy. John is stood with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he tries to piece it all together. How many people would they have saved? Would they have picked up Wraith too? The sound of footsteps, though, has him turning and unfolding his arms.
"You here for visiting hours?"
Maybe a little flippant, but he can't help that. Jokes under pressure are a habit.
[ OOC: Stargate is a canon that fourth-walls other canons, and Sheppard is full of pop culture knowledge. If you would prefer not to be fourth walled please let me know. Also, I'm still undecided on canon point.
John Sheppard | Stargate Atlantis
I.
So this is a little... weird. John's done weird before, hell, he's something of an expert at it. Leaflets are a new level of weird, though. Usually he turns up somewhere, there's some yelling, there's some shooting, someone needs rescuing. Pamphlets on a cause are an odd one, though. He's half expecting a copy of The Watchtower to come with them.
He's dressed in what, to someone from Earth or a similar world, might come across as a military-esque uniform and squinting at the leaflets. The whole thing is.... horribly plausible, but John finds something nagging at him. What kind of storm? What is it caused by? He's seen a few big destructive events, and the lack of information rubs him the wrong way like a cranky cat.
"Okay," he mutters under his breath. This is a lot to take in, but that's... fine. He's a quick learner. He can do this. Letting out a slow breath he takes a quick glance around and approaches someone, paints on an easy if strained smile.
"Hi. Listen, not that the uh... literature isn't good. It's great. Very nicely printed -- but do you know if there's any... maps? You know, of the whole storm thing. It's just, I have some questions. Some friends I'd want to check on in a galaxy far, far away. You know."
Maybe not as smooth as he'd hoped.
IV.
@flyboy (37), LANTEA
I'M SKILLED IN: flying things. I can fly pretty much anything.
I'M LOOKING FOR: a map, honestly.
ALSO, I'M: really craving a turkey sandwich.
STASIS UNITS
Hearing about something and seeing it are two different things. John had known that they'd rescued people, put them in pods to recover, but he can't help that nagging feeling that this is all wrong. It could be a simulation. Not that it felt like a simulation at the time, but then again nothing ever does at first.
He's stood staring at a stasis pod, trying to ignore the tingling sense of wrongness mixed with concern. Stasis pods work. He's seen stasis pods that work before. There's no... obvious reason not to trust them but, all the same, it's creepy. John is stood with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he tries to piece it all together. How many people would they have saved? Would they have picked up Wraith too? The sound of footsteps, though, has him turning and unfolding his arms.
"You here for visiting hours?"
Maybe a little flippant, but he can't help that. Jokes under pressure are a habit.
[ OOC: Stargate is a canon that fourth-walls other canons, and Sheppard is full of pop culture knowledge. If you would prefer not to be fourth walled please let me know. Also, I'm still undecided on canon point.
Also also I'm super rusty probably. ]