[Daniel] Day 20: Debriefing (open tag)

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Daniel waited quietly, going over the notes in front of him, while waiting for everyone to have some breakfast and get on the same page. The notes were simply a way to organize his thoughts and a list of questions he wanted to ask, systems that needed to be investigated, observations that he'd made about the prisoners and the facility.

"Okay then, I'm not seeing any dusty rocks so what do you –" Jon leaned over his shoulder to peer at the writing and stopped in mid-sentence. "Do you do anything the normal way, ever, Daniel?"

"What's the problem, Jon? Not up on your Gaelic?"

"You're writing notes in Gaelic. If I ask why are you going to tell? You know without boring me to death before I'm actually legally old enough to drink?"

"It's a precaution," Daniel explained. "Our friends here, and I do use the term friends quite lightly, have access to –" Daniel paused, then decided that there was really no point in not saying it aloud, "—Ancient technology. They might be able to read it.

"I thought about all the other languages, but didn't want to chance that they knew one of those."

"Right. Makes perfect sense," Jon rolled his eyes. He kicked out a chair and dropped into it. "So, what's the big game plan? Interrogation? Torture? Throw them to the smoke monster?"

"Sounds good to me," someone muttered.

"It looks like we're all present and accounted for," Daniel looked up at those assembled and smirked at Dean balancing two plates of food. That seemed awfully domestic for Faith, but he could be wrong. "At least all of us whom are going to be present and accounted for.

"Let's get down to it, then."

"What are we doing with them?" Damon asked. The red head didn't have to point out which them he referred to.

"Before discussing the prisoners, I'd like to go over a few other things. This is the easy stuff." Daniel looked at Rodney and then the Doctor and gave them both a nod. "The Doctor and Rodney spent a lot of time working with the start you gave us, Damon. This entire complex is under our control now and completely separate from any other systems that these DHARMA people might have or do have running.

"That doesn't mean that we can let our guard down. It's entirely possible that they are planning a counterstrike. We do have several of their people, and I'm sure that they'll want them back. We'll keep the outside guard rotations at night. The cameras do have a lens to shift to night vision and we can engage the perimeter lights if we chose to do so.

"This place has food and supplies, but we don't know what or how much. Someone, probably several someones, are going to need to take stock of what's in the pantry, what's in the storeroom and what's in the kitchen. Also, I'll see if Dr. Pierson can't take stock of the medical supplies, particularly the drugs that we might need."

No one interrupted to ask why he hadn't chosen House.

"Preliminary checks and a bed count reveal that this facility sleeps 22. I'm not going to assign rooms. We're all adults, and I'm sure you can figure it out. There are twenty beds. There are a limited number of rooms. Some of you are going to be roomies, if you want to have a roof over your head. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

"In addition to inventory, someone is going to need to go back to the garden, the tunnel, the Beach Camp and Camp Serenity, to brief them on the situation here. We have a jeep, which won't be as fast as the other methods of transport available to us, but a jeep won't physically tire anyone out."

"A jeep that has to go in two different directions. That's going to take time," Damon pointed out. "Whichever way the jeep doesn't go, I will." He didn't elaborate. He also didn't sound happy about volunteering. Given his preoccupation with finding Claire and being with Claire, Daniel wasn't surprised.

"Let's not jump the gun, Damon. We'll see what we need," Daniel said quietly, giving the other man a sympathetic nod. "Last but not least, we have the prisoners. Some of them got away, and chances are that the ones who escaped will come for their people. We need to be prepared, and before we decide what to do with them, we need to find out a lot more about them."

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[Sam] Missing the occult (tag Daniel, open)

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The longer the meeting went on the more Sam felt out of his element. If his brother hadn't been off getting laid -- not that he was jealous, nope, not one bit -- he was sure that Dean would feel the same way. Their work was pretty cut and dry. There were good guys and bad guys. The bad guys were either already dead or not human, so killing them wasn't an issue. The only exceptions they'd run into were possessions -- *shudder* -- and a few cases of the criminally insane. For the latter they could leave the crazies for the authorities to deal with.

This place, though... Dharma seemed to be run by regular, mortal humans. Sadistic, sure, but Sam didn't think he could kill one of them in cold blood. Dean, neither. Scott... maybe, after what he'd seen in the office. Sam was still resentful about whatever psychic crap the guy had tried on him the other day. It was a far cry from how Max had used his abilities, but still...

And what was this ancient technology? The control panels and notion of temporal barriers seemed pretty damn high tech. After volunteering to help John take stock of the supplies, Sam turned to Daniel, who spoke way too many obscure languages for a soldier. "Question. Ancient technology? None of this seems ancient to me."

[Daniel] It's ancient ... and it's alien (tag Sam, open)

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Daniel sighed. Sam, his brother and May had not been there for the what-the-hell-everyone's-seen-the-goods-anyway conversation. He could feel both Jon and Rodney's eyes on him as they wondered what he could possibly say that didn't compromise more than had been compromised.

"Alien," Daniel translated. Everyone else knew that. Oddly, everyone else accepted that. "It's an ancient type of alien technology, with ancient being a relative term. And yes, I said alien, and no, I don't mean people who sneak into the country and don't hold green cards."

He waited to see how Sam would handle that information.

[Sam] It's ancient ... and it's alien (open tag)

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Sam frowned at Daniel for a few moments. The soldier simply looked back. "Huh," Sam murmured. He glanced around the table. No one was surprised. In fact, Jon and Rodney looked bored. Scott seemed to be a bit on edge; the Doctor mildly amused. "Huh," Sam repeated. Then he grinned. "Does Faith, um, not have a green card?"

Everyone looked at him askance. "No," Daniel said slowly. "What would make you think that?"

Sam shrugged. "Wishful thinking. I'd love to tell Dean that he hooked up with E.T."

[Mayday] It's ancient ... and it's alien (open tag)

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May sipped her orange juice, gauging the reactions in the room. Everyone else looked supremely bored at the revelation, but... it made sense, really. Aliens seemed to fit the explanation for most of the technological weirdness of the past few days. "I wish Dad were here," she mumured, thinking aloud. "He'd be in geek heaven."

She racked up another language on the list of languages Daniel spoke as Jon mentioned the Gaelic. English, Japanese, Aramaic, something that wasn't Japanese (whatever that other couple in the clearing spoke), and now Gaelic. She'd intended to get the Doctor the other night, but it was probably best that she'd run into Daniel instead given his linguistic skills. /How many languages does this guy speak already?/ She took another gulp of her orange juice as Sam asked about Faith.

"Wishful thinking. I'd love to tell Dean that he hooked up with E.T."

May nearly spit out her drink at that, but saved herself from hosing Jon and Daniel down and nearly choked instead. "You okay?" Jon asked.

She swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Bad timing. Not funny," she added at Sam's smile. Somehow, the citrus hitting her sinuses must have kick-started her brain because something important occurred to her. "But seriously, with all this talk of aliens, has anyone figured out exactly where we are? On Earth, I'm assuming, but beyond that? The way we got dumped here, we don't really have a point of reference."

[Dean] Whew, that was close! (open tag)

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Dean arrived back at the cafeteria and got himself another cuppa joe. Putting on his best 'I'm ready for anything' look, he settled down to business just as May finished asking her question. At that moment, they heard a loud crack from Tara's room and the lights flickered momentarily. "Not only that, but what we gonna do about Ms. Random Acts of Witchery? I don't know about you, but I sure don't want to be walking down the hallway and have one of her bolts hit me in the ass."

May scowled at Dean. "Would serve you right." May wasn't too happy about Dean's callous comment about Tara's critical condition.

"What? I'm just saying. Sounds like they might be getting worse. At least we should cut off any electricity to her room in case she arcs again. It might take the whole place out next time."

"Huh, lughead's actually using the proper organ to think with for once." Rodney said.

ooc: out till much later tonight.

[Molly] Whew, that was close! (open tag)

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Molly chewed her lip. There might be an answer to Tara's 'misfiring' and her own bone deep wariness. Tara had absorbed so much of Molly's energy, she had almost inadvertently killed her. Elves WERE magic. It was part of their physical make up, as much as blood and bone and flesh.

To others Molly looked tired and paler than usual. Her hair seemed a bit duller than usual, and even her eyes seemed somehow diminished.

But if Molly could actually work a reversal, to absorb Tara's magic, like she could absorb the magic of a storm... She might be able to leech away the force behind the magical blips.

"I'm all for cutting power. She doesn't need another round as a lightening rod. But I think I might be able to do something to help diminish the discharges. I'm not sure."

[Doctor] It's ancient ... and it's alien (open tag)

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The Doctor smirked at the mention of aliens. He’d long since stopped even pretending with this lot. And no one had treated him any differently. Of course some thought he was barmy. Maybe he was. But for the most part this lot were a good sort. Across the table Ripley was listening to Daniel attentively while sharpening her claws on a whetstone. Yeah, some non-humans were more obvious than others. Scott still kept himself hidden, and he was welcome to his secret. So did Molly. She wasn’t totally human, but he hadn’t a clue what species she was crossed with.

Rose cleared her throat at Damon’s suggestion of looking at files, and Daniel’s deferring to the ‘subjects’. “You can see mine. I don’t know what they did. But another hand at figurin out what it was and why can only help, yeah?”

The Doctor found himself reaching for her hand and feeling the warm, comfort of her touch. He gave a squeeze of support. But he didn’t fool himself into thinking he was only being supportive of Rose. No, he was going to need her support as well. Because he couldn’t tell her what had been done just yet. He would, eventually. But he had to get a handle on his own response to it first.

“As for where we are,” he spoke up, “Earth definitely. South of the equator, the Pacific Ocean. East of Australia and West of California. Rodney has the coordinates on his computer. He plotted it out using star positions for the distress call. There has to be a map here somewhere. And it’s 2004, in case that’s not when your from.”

Across the table Ripley snorted back a laugh.

[McKay] It's ancient ... and it's alien (tag Sam, open)

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Rodney sat back in his seat, his expression falling to a scowl. He didn't like mentionning them-- in his book, while they had wonderous cities and incredible technology, every single one that he'd met (or read about) were, well, jerks. Pure and simple. Whether they were ascended or only 'technically'. And more to the point, he didn't like feeling as if he was being put on the spot, even if only through Dr. Jackson. Security meant safety. And, if anyone finds out that the barely defensible City 'out there' still exists, he puts his friends in jeopardy, if only indirectly.

Oh, hey, look at that. More coffee...

McKay looked away to attend to his coffee, waiting for the inevitable questions that would follow; answers he was more than willing for either Dr. Jackson to field, or-- hey-- perhaps The Doctor?