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Who: John Sheppard, Ianto Jones & TJ!
What:Florida California Man introduces air-force medic to his roommate
When: Early in the month, when the new folk are waking up!
Where: Mess hall!
Warning(s): N/A
John had deferred the giant mech adventure for now -- since TJ was new and all, and it seemed like there was probably a lot of context and... general local information that might be beneficial to go over before plunging down in a time-frozen dystopia to tidy up after a dragon.
He's been evasive, which he feels a little bad about but overall he's not... quite sure he wants to open with 'oh, yeah, I was a branch of the US military which did space travel' right off the bat. It's meant to be classified, and sure he's... reasonably sure all that stuff no longer applies when Earth, New Lantea and probably all the other off-world bases have been eaten by the storm but --
But it's just such a long conversation, and people ask questions and he's tired and just wants to be normal for five minutes. So he's briefly mentioned Antarctica, Afghanistan, a vague summary of how he's flown in every continent and is currently idly going through 'my first adventure with the Natha' over a cup of tea and a plate of cheesy fries.
"So they finally beam us down to the planet," John is saying, "And this guy Voss is giving this twenty minute speech on how the Light of Thesa is a blessing or something and Thesa is a goddess who watches over them -- and I'm pretty sure the light is the teleport. But -- we're not meant to say, right? We've got to blend in. Pretend we're just local refugees even if we're all mismatched and weird. So --"
He pauses to take a sip of his drink, then something in his expression changes and he begins waving at someone behind TJ.
"Hey! There you are! TJ, this is Ianto Jones! Ianto, First Lieutenant Tamara Johansen -- Air Force. I was just giving her the delightful story of our first adventure out on the surface." Which was... definitely memorable, but John hasn't actually gone over all the more memorable bits and was probably planning to skip those. He glances back at TJ and flicks an idle smile. "Ianto's my roommate, he's in charge of telling me no. Ianto, sit!"
Apparently the 'no' part doesn't apply to things like diet choices. So Ianto should join them and eat more cheesy fries! They're in the middle of the table for a reason.
What:
When: Early in the month, when the new folk are waking up!
Where: Mess hall!
Warning(s): N/A
John had deferred the giant mech adventure for now -- since TJ was new and all, and it seemed like there was probably a lot of context and... general local information that might be beneficial to go over before plunging down in a time-frozen dystopia to tidy up after a dragon.
He's been evasive, which he feels a little bad about but overall he's not... quite sure he wants to open with 'oh, yeah, I was a branch of the US military which did space travel' right off the bat. It's meant to be classified, and sure he's... reasonably sure all that stuff no longer applies when Earth, New Lantea and probably all the other off-world bases have been eaten by the storm but --
But it's just such a long conversation, and people ask questions and he's tired and just wants to be normal for five minutes. So he's briefly mentioned Antarctica, Afghanistan, a vague summary of how he's flown in every continent and is currently idly going through 'my first adventure with the Natha' over a cup of tea and a plate of cheesy fries.
"So they finally beam us down to the planet," John is saying, "And this guy Voss is giving this twenty minute speech on how the Light of Thesa is a blessing or something and Thesa is a goddess who watches over them -- and I'm pretty sure the light is the teleport. But -- we're not meant to say, right? We've got to blend in. Pretend we're just local refugees even if we're all mismatched and weird. So --"
He pauses to take a sip of his drink, then something in his expression changes and he begins waving at someone behind TJ.
"Hey! There you are! TJ, this is Ianto Jones! Ianto, First Lieutenant Tamara Johansen -- Air Force. I was just giving her the delightful story of our first adventure out on the surface." Which was... definitely memorable, but John hasn't actually gone over all the more memorable bits and was probably planning to skip those. He glances back at TJ and flicks an idle smile. "Ianto's my roommate, he's in charge of telling me no. Ianto, sit!"
Apparently the 'no' part doesn't apply to things like diet choices. So Ianto should join them and eat more cheesy fries! They're in the middle of the table for a reason.
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"It's like our version of your secret basement," he adds, since he's distantly aware of Torchwood's HQ. "Only more sterile looking, and with uniform regulations."
Which... Torchwood didn't seem to have? Maybe a dress-code he supposes, but no uniform.
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"Assigned through the Air Force?" Ianto asks, tilting his head to glance between the pair of them. "Do the Air Force and Stargate Command have such a close relationship that they pass their personnel over like that?" Come to think of it, why was John transferred then? He'd said he'd gone to Antarctica to keep him out of trouble, but. Was that the Air Force's decision, or had he already transferred by then? It's not a question he feels comfortable asking in front of company, knowing what some of the answer might be, but. He has to wonder.
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It's an evasion and also an answer; she'd been stationed in New Mexico and then in Colorado, but it was her aptitude and desire to go further in her career that had led to the SGC and then some extremely questionable personal decisions. Nearly tanking her career had been a close call and the resulting fallout had left her desperate to be back on Earth. Unfortunately, circumstances had left her elsewhere. Far away elsewhere.
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"The SGC is run by the Air Force," John fills in, "alongside the United Nations and the IOA. We get civilians and marines and all kinds working with us, but essentially it's run by the Air Force."
John shrugs, rocks back his chair a little.
"I wouldn't know the official transfer protocol since I just kinda walked in."
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"It sounds much more collaborative than Torchwood," he observes. "A bit like UNIT, I suppose. Since you're an international operation."
He raises his coffee and takes another long sip to consider it. "I can only imagine the disputes that might have come up, if our organizations had crossed paths." Especially if Jack had been at the helm at the time. He's about as good as John is himself at following protocol and procedure, for that matter.