Daniel frowned. He was tired, he felt rushed and there were too many things that had to be attended to and they had to be attended to yesterday. First the arrival of yet another castaway who may or may not be hostile, and now this whatever the hell this was.
"Is this Tara's doing?" Daniel asked in a very quiet voice. It had an edge to it that was indescribable and different from anything most had heard before. Jon, however looked up and gave him a far too familiar 'What's the issue?' glance. Although to look at Jon's scowl, he knew precisely what the issue was.
Molly said something, or tried to say something. Her words came out garbled and melodious. She tried twice more and then, throwing her hands up in frustration, made a writing motion.
Daniel nodded in understanding, listening to the babble of voices around him, but mostly tuning them out. He reached for the pen and paper near his hand, and swore colorfully in several languages as his hand went through the pen, the pad and the table.
"You'll need to come get them yourself," Daniel said, mostly relieved to see that Molly could hear him and see him and that he wasn't having another experience with non-corporealness or other dimensions that resulted in not being seen and heard.
"Fascinating," the Doctor said.
"Oh yes, quite fascinating," Daniel agreed dryly, earning another look from Jon. "Next we can all swap bodies or turn into giant bugs."
Jon half-smirked.
Molly finished scribbling and handed the paper to Daniel. He peered down to read it, Don't blame her. It's her magic discharging. She can't control it.
"I don't blame her. I blame this island, but it is another element of the out of control and the unknown that we don't need to deal with right now," Daniel explained. He motioned to the Doctor and Rodney, "New priority. Find a way to shield Tara so that she can't touch the rest of us or even the rest of this place with her discharges. Make her room into a Faraday cage, build her grounding rods that pour her energy back into the earth. I don't know, but this *has* to stop.
"I know that you're used to working with technology, but the next thing may be the control room exploding or someone turning inside out, so please, Rodney, Doctor, figure something out. An hour ago. Anyone with any knowledge or magical ability, please help them."
In the corner of the room, someone whimpered and whined miserably.
[Daniel] Sorry, guys (tag open)
"Is this Tara's doing?" Daniel asked in a very quiet voice. It had an edge to it that was indescribable and different from anything most had heard before. Jon, however looked up and gave him a far too familiar 'What's the issue?' glance. Although to look at Jon's scowl, he knew precisely what the issue was.
Molly said something, or tried to say something. Her words came out garbled and melodious. She tried twice more and then, throwing her hands up in frustration, made a writing motion.
Daniel nodded in understanding, listening to the babble of voices around him, but mostly tuning them out. He reached for the pen and paper near his hand, and swore colorfully in several languages as his hand went through the pen, the pad and the table.
"You'll need to come get them yourself," Daniel said, mostly relieved to see that Molly could hear him and see him and that he wasn't having another experience with non-corporealness or other dimensions that resulted in not being seen and heard.
"Fascinating," the Doctor said.
"Oh yes, quite fascinating," Daniel agreed dryly, earning another look from Jon. "Next we can all swap bodies or turn into giant bugs."
Jon half-smirked.
Molly finished scribbling and handed the paper to Daniel. He peered down to read it, Don't blame her. It's her magic discharging. She can't control it.
"I don't blame her. I blame this island, but it is another element of the out of control and the unknown that we don't need to deal with right now," Daniel explained. He motioned to the Doctor and Rodney, "New priority. Find a way to shield Tara so that she can't touch the rest of us or even the rest of this place with her discharges. Make her room into a Faraday cage, build her grounding rods that pour her energy back into the earth. I don't know, but this *has* to stop.
"I know that you're used to working with technology, but the next thing may be the control room exploding or someone turning inside out, so please, Rodney, Doctor, figure something out. An hour ago. Anyone with any knowledge or magical ability, please help them."
In the corner of the room, someone whimpered and whined miserably.