Aberrant: Stargate Universe - Familiar Strangers in a Strangely Familiar Land

[Yseult Sierra]

October 13th, Mid-morning [Open Fic]

Yseult rode down on the elevator to sublevel twenty-five, her only companions several boxes of various sizes and three duffel bags. She fidgeted nervously, tucking a tress of blonde hair behind her ear; fiddling with the fit of her BDUs, snuggly displaying her new figure more than she was used to; making sure her dark sunglasses weren't slipping. She thought finally being released from isolation would be a relief, but she felt a tight knot of tredipation nestled between her shoulders. Most of the people she worked with knew about her change, even understood how it happened, but were still uneasy with it.

They couldn't understand that she had lost more than just her body due to Ma'chello's device, she had lost the life she knew. Francois believes me dead, my beloved children have lost their mother. They can grieve, and eventually, move on. Me, I have lost them, but they are still there, forever just beyond reach. The irony twisted within her. Only Janet Frasier's--her closest friend in the Stargate program-- unwavering support prevented her from succumbing to the despair that threatened to consume her.

The soft vibration of the elevator ceased, and with a whispered hiss, the doors slid open. With an effort, she straightened herself, slung a duffel bag across her back, and picked up one of her boxes. Stepping out of the elevator, she stopped, nodding to the few people she recognized, which usually earned her a confused look. Sigh. More people in the halls than I was expecting. I'm not going to get all the boxes out the same way I got them in without drawing a lot of attention .

[Mr Fox]

Down the hall Colonel Cam Mitchell, newly promoted to full bird colonel and still not yet wearing his new insignia stood talking to Lt. Col. Carter, a large box next to his feet, an open door beside them. It appeared that it was moving day for more than one person. Mitchell looked a little casual in just BDU pants, boots, and a black t-shirt, but the truth was these were the only clothes he had to his name at the moment, his old gear having long since been packed away somewhere in a box and put in storage pending his possible recovery. "Apparently after the third month of the coma my landlord packed up all my things asked the Air Force to come and get it. So it's been put in storage somewhere, but no one can seem to tell me where that is. Not that I had much worth keeping, but there were some memories there. And my 68 Camero. So help me if they've messed with my car, someone's in for some serious trouble." He had a smile on his face when the said it, but there was also a touch of seriousness as he said that last part.

Seeing the elevator open and it's contents, he raised an eyebrow and motioned that direction. "Hang on let me give the lady a hand with her load." Carter nodded seeing the Specialist in question but only muttered under her breath, "This should be amusing."

Cam hurried over to the elevator, "Cam Mitchell, do you need a hand ma'am?"

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult stiffened slightly as the rather handsome man came up to offer assistance. She still wasn't used to receiving looks like that from anyone but her husband. But he was offering to help her, and this way she could keep some measure of unobtrusiveness.

She gave him a shy nod of thanks. "Oui, merci. I am Yseult Dio--umm Sierra. I have just moved down here from the level fifteen." Her French accent was prevalent. She handed him the box in her hands, then bent over to get another one. They spent few minutes removing all of her effects from the elevator. As Yseult and Mitchell gathered what they could, and began to head to her new quarters, she looked up and saw Lt. Col. Carter, a very uncertain smile crossing her face.

[Rorx]

Mid-morning and SG-21 were swapping over from the Gym to the firing range but Olivia had left her shooting glasses in her room so Gwyn had escorted her back there to get them following the agreement that Olivia wouldn't be left on her own until the Hatchins situation was dealt with.

They chatted as they came down the corridor, Gwyn was talking about flying, again. "...so after how much you enjoyed your last flying trip I thought you might want another go with the increased speed I seem to have developed." Before Olivia could answer they turned the corner and almost bumped into a pile of bags and boxes outside the lift. Seeing a man apparently helping a woman, neither of whom he recognised with some of baggage Gwyn moved forward to help as well.

Quickly making and picking up a stack of boxes, Gwyn introduces himself, "Hi there, I'm Specialist Gwyn Jones and this is Specialist Doctor Olivia Jenings-Izumi. Now where would like these taken?"

[Yseult Sierra]

The crooked smile Yseult gave Sam withered into a slight, pretty frown at the arrival of two more people she didn't know. She checked her dark sunglasses again, muttering under her breath as she turned to the newcomers. "Ici pour cinq années, j'étais absenté ces dernières semaines, et je suis l'étrangère?" [French for: Here for five years, I missed these past few weeks, and I'm the stranger?]

Yseult gestured down the hall, managing to return a welcoming expression to her face. "We are just going down this hall, and then the right, there, and then the third door on the right. I am Specialist Doctor Yseult Sierra," Can I still call myself Doctor? "C'est une plaisir. And thank-you for the help. There many new faces here, yes?" Will Olivie recognize my name? There cannot be many Yseults in this small community. I read some of her reports from Area 51, she must have read some of mine.

She threw a quick, angry glance Sam's way. Though it was a open secret--all the top brass knew, as well as the other scientists and doctors she worked with--she couldn't bring herself to mention her change in identity, at least not be the first one.

[Rorx]

Gwyn starts at the sound of the French, "You'll have to pardon me, I rarely used any french since I was at school. But if I;m right that was something about you've been here for some years, then been away and now your the stranger? I'm sorry about that, I know I've only been here a month or so, although sometimes it feels longer." He lets his welsh accent come through a bit more as he replies.

[Mr Fox]

Cam smiled at the exchange and at the newcomers. Olivia was the only other person on base he knew besides Carter and now the General of course. He had had to meet the General first thing on arriving. Balancing one box on a knee he offered his right hand to Gwynn, "Cam Mitchell. You must be Olivia's teammate. She told me about you on the flight over here yesterday. Nice to meet you." Looking back at Ysuelt, "I just arrived yesterday myself and don't know anyone besides Olivia and Col. Carter here."

During the introductions Carter had walked up and picked up another box thinking that Ysuelt must not be wanting to show off her abilities. She just smiled a friendly greeting.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia eyed the new woman and sighed internally. Still the ugly specialist, she told herself before she made herself shake that bit of ridiculousness off. Declan and Vinny pursued her for her, not for her looks; otherwise Kyria would have Red making awkward overtures to her while holding bizarre conversations with Vinny through songs. The image did make her want to laugh, and she had to fight the impulse, though an amused grin tugged at her lips.

"Cam," Olivia said, nodding to him, then to Yseult and Carter. "Dr. Sierra. Colonel Carter. And you can drop the Specialist, and the Doctor, too. I'm just Olivia to most people around here. Though if you like the formality without the surname mouthful, you can call me Dr. Ji like General O'Neill does." She grinned, taking her odd nickname in good humor. She'd amused the general further by researching it and learning it was a Chinese boy's name. The Romanization of 'Ji' represented several different Chinese characters, one of which used the same character as 'writing down' or 'recording'. Given what Olivia did, it was a very appropriate nickname.

Just as Yseult thought she might be off the hook, Olivia glanced directly at her, studying her, and the other doctor saw the change in the woman she'd known at Area 51. Where those dark eyes had always had a spark of intelligence, now they burned with like a fire. A frown played over the dark specialist's lips, then she said, "Yseult? I thought that the only Dr. Yseult around Homeworld Security was Dr. Yseult Dionne-Langlois."

[Yseult Sierra]

Everyone could see a slight tremor run across the beautiful, seemingly young, doctor's jaw as she looked back at the other specalist, her dark sunglasses concealing what she was feeling. Then she released a long, slow breath. "It is me, Olivie, I am Dr. Yseult Dionne-Langlois. Please just call me Yseult. I do not like the name Sierra." Her silky soprano was jarring in its flatness, its resignation.

"Obviously, this falls under the NDA, so I expect you will keep it to yourselves, yes?" She gave a quick glance at Carter. "The senior staff know the details, so do most of the scientists and doctors. You will find out soon enough, so I will tell you. Olivie, you remember Ma'chello's Mind Switching device, that was used on Daniel? Well, a NID agent, this woman," She gestures furiously at her own face," stole my body to infiltrate the SGC. While she replaced me, they exposed me to the Artifact; they would not want to waste a viable test subject. During the raid on the NID base, I managed to capture this putain, but..." She trailed off, the tremble reaching down to her hands. She put down the box she was carrying before she dropped it, then surreptitiously wiped at her cheeks. Her voice hard once again, she continued. "A stray bullet penetrated the left occipital lobe, killing me, her, instantly."

"Because of the difficulty in establishing my identity, I have been in isolation, under observation since we were rescued abord the Prometheus. While my family, my husband, my daughter, my son, mourn my death." She strived to keep any bitterness from her voice, almost succeeding. "To maintain National Security, and uphold the NDA I signed, Dr. Yseult Dionne-Langlois died, and a Yseult Sierra was born."

"Ah, listen to me, je son comme une imbécile. I have said too much." She finally took off her sunglasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She looked at the group willing to help her with her belongings, revealing intensely turquoise eyes, the irises noticeably oversized. "I thank you for your help, all of you, but I can get my boxes and bags myself." Everyone could see a tendon in her neck stand out starkly, and as she glances at each of her belongings, they rise in the air at about shoulder height, completely unsupported.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia listened to the story, her expression softening in sympathy with each word. Her story was truly awful, and Olivia had a sense, in a different way, of how that felt.

"Yseult," Olivia said softly, her expression gentle. "None of us will say anything, of course. And if you do need to talk, some of us have lost family due to the influence of Artifacts and super-science devices." She held out her hands under a box and offered, "We can still help you move, you know. Good neighbors and all that."

[Mr Fox]

Cam blinked in astonishment when the box he had been hefting lifted gently out of his hands. "Wow, ok. Olivia I know you told me about the Specialist, but just wow. That is a cool ability."

He looked back to Yseult, "If you need any help or just want some company I'm right there on the left." He pointed.

[Adrian Moss]

Seeing half his team gathered around the newcomer, Major Caine came over to the newest Specialist(s). Snapping to attention, he pulled off a crisp salute,

"Colonel Mitchel, Colonel Carter. Colonel Mitchel, I'm Major Damien Caine, SGC-21." He said the last of it with a deep sense of pride.

He recognized the new doc, but not since ... the relief of the NID base almost two months gone by. That was odd. His eyes remained focussed forward though.

[Mr Fox]

Cam returned the salute as given, "Nice to meet you Major. I'm not exactly in uniform at the moment though. You can call me Cam if you like off duty. I was just meeting one of your other team members here. SG21 looks to be a fine team." He said the words but despite Olivia and Carter's explanation's on the plane on the way back from Area 51 the whole SGC thing just hadn't completely sunk in yet. He was sure SG21 was a good team if Olivia was any example and Gwyn and Damien both looked competent, he just wasn't entirely sure what they were good at yet.

[Adrian Moss]

"Col ... Cam, you will find most days here are 'wow' days. Specialists don't leave you too much time to catch your breath and get complacement. Much like evey day is a new stick."

He turns to Yseult,

"I know I've seen you before, but I can't place it. Wait, it was aboard that NID mission. I'm not sure you can tell us, but I'm sure you were in deep. First Noah and now you. Glad to see the new blood."

Smiling at the boxes floating around,

"Nice talent you have there too. Less than a minute around you and I'm already jealous."

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult blushed with thanks and embarrassment at the offered sympathy and compliment. "Thank you for your words and help, all of you." Boxes and bags begin to drift down into the hands of anyone with them out. "Olivie, Cam, I may have to take you up on your offer company." She lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Janet must have heard enough of my problems during my isolation."

She was justing settling a few more packages in the hands of those helping her, when her attention was drawn to the familiar man approaching the gathering. A warm, genuine smile emerged at the sight, unconsciously coy. A guilty, unfamiliar wave of arousal passed through her at the sight of the dynamic Major. The remaining objects in the air began to bob and weave with her distraction. She lets him finish greeting Col. Mitchell before she breaks in joyously.

"Mon Dieu! Capitaine Caine, c'est moi, Yseult. I have... changed , but so have you. Look at you! And a Major now? It is so nice to see someone familiar." Yseult saw a confused look cross Damien's face. "It is me, vraiment, Dr. Yseult Dionne-Langlois. Remember when you came back from P3X-237, and I had to push that arrow through?"

Yseult's odd, vivid turquoise eyes narrow at the mention of the NID. "The mission wasn't mine, but theirs, the..." She finishes with a lengthy, foul stream of French invective.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia's eyes widened as the boxes wobbled. Tucking her box in one arm, she reached out and brushed Yseult's arm lightly with her hand. A second later, the excited blond specialist felt the boxes stabilize on their own.

Smiling, she watched Yseult greet the clueless Major Caine. It was good to see the other woman smile, and Olivia hoped that this was a good sign for her recovery from her grief. Had she had a mirror, she would have realized that her eyes were now a mirror-match for Yseult's - a brilliant blue-green color with wide irises.

[Adrian Moss]

The mind moved so fast it was barely able to transmit the surprise to the face before a relaxe deameanor resumed it's place.

"Dr. DL ... yeah, that was a painful mistake and we tend to remember those the most. Hmmm ... you've changed - different, but I hope it's something you are getting used to. A lot of us have had to get used to things not being quite the way we liked before, but that's the price of getting all this figured out."

"So, you a definite Specialist now? Who is on our team, and are those getting heavy? Should we all be moving out of your way so that you can get moved in?"

Over all, he exuded an aura of pleseantness and had an uncanny abilitity to put one at ease with just the right word or mannerism. Beyond that he seemed a bit larger than life now than he had been. Not in a physical way, but in a way that defied description. He was was so ... Special. But weren't they all?

[Yseult Sierra]

Major Caine's mere presence leeched the anger out of her. Her smile returned, but sorrow made her turquoise eyes bright, most of the sclera hidden by those rings of blue-green. "The artifact gave me that," she said pointing to the floating objects in the air. Then she flicked her elegant fingers at her body. "The NID gave me this, most of this, with Ma'chello's Mind Switching--Nevermind, I'll tell you later," She softly squeezed his forearm, thankful for his presence. Her soft smile was heart-rending. "Just for now, understand the Dr. DL is dead. I'm Yseult Sierra now."

"And yes, we should get moving. This amount of weight requires very little effort, but I can't keep it going for ever." She cocked her head as she realized that she hadn't been the one to stop her possessions mid-air agitations. She noted Olivia's change in eye colour, obvious in her dark face, and put two and two together. "It seems I am not the only one with interesting abilities." Her smiled turned almost impish.

She began to head to her quarters, her possessions not being carried by others following her like baby ducks following their mother. "Let me just put them in my room, and then we can all go elsewhere to talk."

"I don't know which team I am on yet Damien. If I am on yours, I would know I am in good hands. Field work was never my thing."

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Seeing Yseult had things in hand, Olivia let go of the effort she'd been maintaining. She frowned a little after her eyes regained their dark color, shaking her head. She'd... there had been something said, but she didn't remember what it was. That's going to get real old, real fast.

"Doctor, with your skills, I doubt you'll be put on 21. We have two good brains." The statement was said with a friendly smile. But she was quietly glad that the prettier woman wouldn't be around her teammates so much - then struck by the thought that she might end up on Vinny's team. Bad enough that adorable Aradia and drop-dead Kyria were already there. Stop. That. Envy did not become her, but she seemed to be full of it today.

[Rorx]

whoa,did Olivia just do what I think she did? I wonder when she was planning on telling the rest of us about this new ability? Oh, well, deal with that later in the team.

"Welcome aboard Colonel Mitchel, if either of you need a hand with anything, or just want a chat I'm just down the corridor over there." Gwyn points out his room, transferring the stack of boxes to one hand with perfect balance to do so.

"I'm up most of the time following my brush with the Artifact, so if I'm not in my room just give me a call, I'm always happy to talk and, outside of team training, rarely doing something I can't get back to another time."

[Adrian Moss]

Yeah, there was a lot of the Untold Story there. DL had been happily married from the talk he'd heard. That had to be a cross to bare.

Olivia's eyes changed back but to little effect to the outside world ... except on rewind, the boxes had been momentarily wobbling and then stopped ... but why the eyes. Time for questions like that later.

Back to Doctor Yseult Sierra,

"So Yseult, do we call you Doc? Is that how you are going to be qualified here?"

"For that matter, Cam, are you two going to be on a new team, or teams? Surely someone of your august status has heard more than us lowly Major's," he kids. At the same time he moves slightly closer to Yseult in a comforting, not crowding way.

[Yseult Sierra]

"Well, my new records show that I am only twenty-three now, and don't have any doctorates to my name. But the knowledge is still there, moreso than before. I'll still be able to patch you up, or analyze an alien computer or device." Yseult slipped on her dark sunglasses as she reached her quarters. She opened the door, her possessions making they own way in and settling on the floor, neatly. "Just place my things anywhere, I'll put them away later. For now, Damien, everyone, just call me Yseult. I'm eleven years younger now, I'll earn my doctorates back quick enough."

Yseult felt her tension ease even further as Caine stepped closer. "I did some basic training while in isolation, but I am no soldier. And I would like to know which team I am on. I have enough reports to read up on now, I would like to be able to focus a little on more pertinent ones." A raised brow turns her last statement into a question for Carter and Mitchell.

Seeing all her worldy belongings sitting forlornly on the floor of her quarters, she closed the door and leaned her back against it. "Do you all have duties to attend to, or should we continue this somewhere else? I have had more than a month of little company but visits from Janet, I find I do not wish to be alone right now."

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia glanced at Caine. "We're due to the range - Dec's probably wondering where we are, actually. So you could come shooting with us, or Major Caine could release us from training." She grinned at her commanding officer, knowing what the answer was likely to be.

She glanced back at Yseult. "But would you like to have dinner with me and my friends tonight? I'm heading off-base for the evening to have dinner with my brother and a few others - you'd be welcome to come, if you want."

[Adrian Moss]

Damien pulls out his PDA and taps away on something as they walk down the hall.

"Hmmm ..." he muses. "Gwyn, you and I can pull a shift at the range at 12:45 in the A.M. Olivia, you are going to have to give me extra time at three next Wednesday to keep you in specs for our next mission."

He looks up and smiles at Olivia, "Will that due?"

Turning to the beautiful young Yseult,

"You ma'am may stick with -21 personel until you get assigned. Specialist Jones or I could work you in the personal training side - firearms, hand to hand, and workouts/swimming/aerobics. You really should attend our next lecuture by Doc Jenings-Izumi. It's the best class on the base," he says with no modesty.

"Don't be bashful. It's a firm and fair offer. Ask and I can get it done, or so I've been able to claim so far."

[Rorx]

Gwyn pulls his own PDA from a pocket as they walk, "I guess we're for the cafeteria now then? I'll get a message to Sgt Perault so he can choose whether to join us or continue at the range."

After consulting the device briefly he replies to Major Caine, "0045 is fine for me, did you want to make that the regular time for our sparring? If so I was considering seeing about getting some flying lessons, it might be useful if one or more of us got a pilot's license. Especially if we can get checked out on the 302's and Ga'ould ships."

Addressing Yseult, "Although it would be great to have you with us, and I look forward to learn lots from you anyway, I think SG-23 is short staffed at the moment in terms of numbers compared with the other two Specialist teams. Although there is that new Lieutenant, Noah Weston, they could put him there to make up the numbers. Anybody else care to speculate, Colonels, Major, Doctors?"

[Yseult Sierra]

"Olivie, your offer is very kind. I would absolutely love to leave the base. I have never been this long inside, I believe I am going slightly mad. I graciously accept." She takes a few more steps, then suddenly stops in the middle of the hall, looking down at herself, plucking at her BDUs. "Oh merde! I will need new clothes, if I want to keep any modesty. I'm five inches taller now, and more... developed. I don't even know why I packed my old ones."

She shook her head in annoyance, and continued down the hall. "I would be honoured to train with you, Damien, Mr. Jones. I know you rarely make a mistake." She turns to look at Caine, her lips quirking in a slight smile, almost daring to be mischievous. "At least not more than twice." She quickly stifled a giggle, remembering a pass miscalculation(s).

She turns back to Olivia, her good humour still evident. "I have read some of your reports from Area 51, I'm sure your lectures will be a great way of catching up on things that I have missed while in isolation. Before going to the cafeteria, do you think we can make a stop by Janet's, Dr. Frasier's, office and my lab?" She a looks a question at Carter. "Do I still have my lab? I want to pick up a several technical reports that Janet and Bill said they had for me."

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

"I'm sure my brother will be thrilled to meet you, too," Olivia said, smirking a bit as she recalled her brother's reaction to blond women. And Yseult was fantastically pretty - likely, Wakiki would be so tongue-tied he'd make a lovely fool of himself. Olivia couldn't wait.

"We should take you shopping," Olivia said, nodding. "You can wear BDUs for now, but honestly, unless you have to wear them, there's no need for them all the time. And I need some more clothes, too - I'm tired of having to plan for belts or pinning all my civilian pants and skirts." Looking pleased, she added, "You know, there's never been a better diet invented than the Artifact. Too bad we can't package it and sell it."

[Adrian Moss]

Caine had to wonder what it was going to be like to meet the varied Jenings-Izumi clan. She embarrassed of him, or would he simple bring up more uncomfortable questions? The thought brought a grin to his lips. Olivia had her reasons, no doubt.

"Well, I'm somewhat less useful shopping, but I can carry packages and give an informed opinions."

He taped his foreheard,

"I have some pretty alien opinions up here as well."

Looking to Gwyn,

"Sounds like a plan. Running on a 24/7 world is still something I have to get used to. Old habits and all that."

[Yseult Sierra]

"That is too true, Olivie," Yseult laughs with genuine mirth. "I have been meaning to lose the last fifteen pounds from my son's birth, and that was six years ago. I have lost that, though I may have added a few pounds elsewhere," she said with a faint blush. Her slender shoulders slump at the mention of her child, but the smile remains, if somewhat dimmed.

"And pffft! to BDUs." She plucks dismissively at them. "I wasn't a soldier, and never wore them. They were all they gave me in isolation. We definitely need to go on a shopping trip. We even have two strapping men to carry the many bags we will have." Tentative at first, Yseult gave each man clap on the back.

"You two no longer need to sleep?" she said, looking at the two men in shock. "I would love to get you under a MRI and do a few tests to see your brain functions and various hormone and chemical levels."

[Mr Fox]

Cam grinned at the women, "Ladies, you are looking at a man with seven months of back pay from when I was in a coma, and not a stitch of clothing to my name besides what I'm wearing. At least not until they find out what happened to my stuff." He looked over at the men, "And seriously, if something has happened to my 68 camero, somebody's gonna be in a lot of pain. I restored that baby with my dad growing up."

To the group as a whole, "No idea about what team I'll be on yet, but I suspect the General will have me tagging along with the three specialist teams for the time being until I'm up to speed with the program. Oh and Gwyn, if you want a pilot's license I can teach you. I'm very familiar with the 302s. There's not a bird that's been made that I can't fly. I've got to say I'm very jealous of your ability. If I had realized that was a possibility when the artifact was making it's changes I'd have told it to give me that!"

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

"You want to go shopping?" Olivia said, her eyes lighting. There was nothing the little girl in a woman liked doing more than dressing up a 'doll'. And since bigger was better, a life-sized doll was the best. "Then let's go!" she said, clapping her hands and almost jumping up and down. "I've got nothing until after lunch... let's do it!"

[Mr Fox]

Swallowing hard Cam looked at the guys, "What did I just do?" In a joking mock frightened voice he called out, "Help someone save me, I'm being kidnapped!"

[Yseult Sierra]

"Vous êtes trop gentil, Cam Mitchell. You may regret this." Yseult said, her own smile growing wider at Olivia's sheer exuberance. Yseult had been living in despair since one alien device, then another, changed her life irrevocably. Letting it all go, just for one moment, wasn't a betrayal, not really.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

"She's right, I think," Olivia said, grabbing Cam's arm as if he were her escort. Part of her was a little shocked that she was doing this, but after what she and Cam had done together, she felt a certain trust for him that penetrated most of the layers of Olivia-ness that most men had to wade through. "Yseult, if you'll get the other arm, we'll be on our way."

She glanced at the other two. "What about you gents? Do you need more clothes?"

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult couldn't believe she was being so forward with a man not her husband. Don't think about that now! You haven't smiled in a month. You aren't dead, it only feels that way.

She hooked her arm under Mitchell's other arm, and shared a conspiratorial wink with Olivia "Let's. No one can help you now Mr. Mitchell."

"Come on Damien, Mr. Jones, at the very least, you will be able to see two attractive women try out new outfits." The blush in her cheeks grew brighter, but it didn't deter her.

[Mr Fox]

There was a bit of a pleading look in Cam's eyes as he looked back over his shoulders at the two men, but he didn't seem too serious as he said, "I think I've created a monster, or two."

[Rorx]

Gwyn grinned back at Cam, "Never fear Colonel, I've got your six."

Turning to Damien, "Major I think you better clear the schedule for the rest of the day, the hour or two until lunch isn't going to be enough for the requirements of these ladies."

Following after the ladies and Cam, "Yseult, the name is Gwyn, please. Only Major Caine calls me Jones with any frequency."

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult looked over her shoulder at the Welshman. the overhead lights reflecting off her dark sunglasses. Her colour was high and her smile bright as she nodded at him. "Gwyn, enchanté."

Yseult reached back with her free hand and looped her arm with Gwyn's. Her heart was beating rapidly, nervousness and excitement entwining with the feeling of freedom and guilt.

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan heard the commotion, and recognizing a couple of the voices he smiled. Sounded like SG2-1 was about to go on an excursion. He'd suspended training for 2-3 for three days, giving everyone a chance to reenergize their batteries so to speak and figured he'd try to get to know the other team personnel.

He was actually dressed in jeans and Big Dog T-shirt, contrary to the rumor that he only wore military issue clothing and didn't know the meaning of the words "Civilian Life" He came around the corner and Spied Oliva, Gywn, Caine and two people he didn't really recognize.

"Good morning everyone. What's going on?" The 6'6 marine smiled, doing his best to at least look like a Friendly 6'6 Marine.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

"Don't worry, Cam," Olivia said with a smile. "We'll be very, very gentle." The twinkle in her eye only made that statement more terrifying. Olivia intended to enjoy this. She doubted that she'd get to do this often. Not many men were tolerant enough to be used as living dolls.

"Major Hawke!" Olivia called in greeting. "Major, this is Colonel Cam Mitchell, and Dr. Yseult Sierra, new Specialists. This is Major Ryan Hawke. Currently, they're unassigned. Right now, they're both low on civvie clothes, so we're going shopping. Wanna come?"