John Sheppard (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ltcol_sheppard) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lostcity,@ 2008-02-26 11:57:00 |
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Special VIP
Who: Schorin, Sheppard, Lorne, and OPEN
What: Prisoner interrogation
Where: One of Atlantis' special VIP accomodations.
When: Back dated to December 3rd 2007, 0930 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
John Sheppard stifled a yawn as he walked down the corridor. After the day he had yesterday, fighting off the Bola Kai and trying to play nice with a Wraith on top of it, he really could have used a little more rack time. Not to mention he felt like he'd gone one-on-two against both Ronon and Teyla in a sparring match. No, scratch that. As sore and beat up as he was, it was more like having played a game of Austrailan Rules football against all of Athos and Sateda, and John himself was the football.
"Good morning campers," he said in a cheery greeting, passing two Marines -- armed with their usual fair and Wraith stun rifles -- standing just inside the doorway and standing guard over their current guest in the brig.
"Has he said anything?" John questioned his XO who as leaning against a pillar watching the tall pasty green being in the cell.
"Not much. Just talk about the weather, thinks the Pats could go all the way this year -- the usual," Lorne shrugged.
"Really? The Patriots? I mean, Brady's good, but he's getting a little old to stay consistant. He can't keep throwing like that forever."
"Ya know? That's what I said."
"Okay," John said in pressing his lips together and took a few steps closer to the brig. "Sleep well?" he asked Schorin, not really caring if he had or not. "Sorry about taking the continental breakfast off the menu," he apologized. "But this isn't the Mariott Marquis and we can't exactly meet your dietary requirements. Now, what was your name again?"
Who: Schorin, Sheppard, Lorne, and OPEN
What: Prisoner interrogation
Where: One of Atlantis' special VIP accomodations.
When: Back dated to December 3rd 2007, 0930 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
John Sheppard stifled a yawn as he walked down the corridor. After the day he had yesterday, fighting off the Bola Kai and trying to play nice with a Wraith on top of it, he really could have used a little more rack time. Not to mention he felt like he'd gone one-on-two against both Ronon and Teyla in a sparring match. No, scratch that. As sore and beat up as he was, it was more like having played a game of Austrailan Rules football against all of Athos and Sateda, and John himself was the football.
"Good morning campers," he said in a cheery greeting, passing two Marines -- armed with their usual fair and Wraith stun rifles -- standing just inside the doorway and standing guard over their current guest in the brig.
"Has he said anything?" John questioned his XO who as leaning against a pillar watching the tall pasty green being in the cell.
"Not much. Just talk about the weather, thinks the Pats could go all the way this year -- the usual," Lorne shrugged.
"Really? The Patriots? I mean, Brady's good, but he's getting a little old to stay consistant. He can't keep throwing like that forever."
"Ya know? That's what I said."
"Okay," John said in pressing his lips together and took a few steps closer to the brig. "Sleep well?" he asked Schorin, not really caring if he had or not. "Sorry about taking the continental breakfast off the menu," he apologized. "But this isn't the Mariott Marquis and we can't exactly meet your dietary requirements. Now, what was your name again?"