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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."
From: [identity profile] estirose.livejournal.com
"I know a little bit about magic," Chris said. It wasn't modesty; he just wanted to get May out of there before she found out he was a witch as well. "I'll look at them, see what I can do."
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
"Okay, fine." May pulled the door almost all the way closed, but left it ajar, hand on the doorknob. Since the lock was on the outside, she didn't want to chance getting locked in. True, she could probably snap the door off its hinges if necessary, but explaining that to Daniel? Yeah. No thanks.

She glanced out in the hallway. "It's clear right now. If you're going to try something, go ahead."

Chris didn't move. "Uh, do you mind?"

May blinked and turned to stare at Chris incredulously. "Excuse me?"

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Date: 2006-08-28 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estirose.livejournal.com
Chris is sulking over here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/97075.html) now.
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Re: OOC MIA

Date: 2006-08-27 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estirose.livejournal.com
I'll get to this in a bit on a new thread. Chris is being annoyingly indecisive.

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