The Doorway: a panfandom game

I have no idea what's going on in there.

It's a video game and yet it's the SGC base. Except not. I have never been this confused. Well-

That time and that time and there was that-

I'm just confused, okay.

Okay... Not exactly the place I was expecting to land in. Granted, not sure where I was expecting to end up at all. But this? Definitely not it. Then again, I don't think I'm against being here. I remember who I am and what happened in Haven at least

Don't suppose there's a Nathan Wuornos or a Duke Crocker around?

Does anyone know how to build an anti-gravity unit easily (small size (larger limit: affect one room))? I can do it myself (in principle (grew gravity controls before throughout my body) (physics understood all my life) (engineering skills proficient (see: DRDs here))). I want to fly (not in something else someone else me). I found this video (note: shows many people present here or people known to them (claims to be "spoiler free") (unknown whether these moments are emotionally difficult for people (some are violent dangerous)). I need to fly.

[Starfleet]

We're trying to set up a Starfleet dinner/meeting/forum to discuss a proposal that has been made. Would one of the next two weekends work? Ideally, everyone would be there. Food and drink will be provided.

[Chapel]

Help. I seem to have gotten myself in a situation.

[Cameron Mitchell]

Well, I think you can smack me upside the head now.

[TOS Kirk | Picard]

Gentlemen. I believe I find myself in need of advice.

[Pavel]

Dinner, tonight?

Okay, okay, I retract everything I said about feeling old before. But now I do feel old, because I've had to hop it up in prohibition land drinking bathtub bourbon, crossing paths with molls and gangsters and trying to sneak out a Stargate from Germany before the wrong people got their hands on it. Suck it, Hitler. You ain't getting my Stargate, now or ever.

My grandpops was a great guy, learned stuff about my grandma no grandchild should ever learn. Miss my beard.

But I do fix everything. I fix it. Everything's back to rights. And even if I was forty-nine years old? I kicked serious ass. Ha.

I got a headache Anybody got bathtub gin?

Okay. Members of my teams prior to my arrival here. Now. Please. Alive would be nice so I can stop feeling guilty about it.

I've also realized I've no need for pets. Bumblebee's perfect. Moya, can you program him to purr whenever I pet him?

I've never been to New York before.

Is it really 2013?

Neural net restored (78% functional [lower level than before (emotional processing: continue)]). Physical contact desired.
DRDs restored (94% functional [within error margins of previous performance]).
Physical body restored (83% functional [problems pertain to neural net, not body]).

Neurological checks will continue processing (15 minute intervals).
Note: foreign gasses permeable to neural net membrane. Filtration microbe reproduction rates increasing. Human microbes insufficient.

Progress: positive.
Outlook: hopeful.

I want to find one, one, good place in this city where can you can lie down in the grass, hear a cow moo and you can look up at the sky and either see the sun or a whole bunch o' stars.

And Crichton, welcome back.

I've never really felt inadequate, you know? Except for when it comes down to NYC traffic. The light goes red and nothing happens. Hm.

Private to Pike
Need your advice.

Private
How exactly does a pilot even end up dating a shape ship? Sure. We all dreamed about it at one point because- totally tmi. But I'm pretty sure I'm the only one to ever have gotten this far.

Which brings me to my new question. How do you have sex with a space ship? And why is this suddenly an issue? Only me, man. Only me.

I've been here five months today. This place certainly beats the free house, flirting neighbor with the adorable kid and being barred from military service or flying, well - anything that's sky-worthy, I'm almost sure I would've been arrested if I tried to fly a kite - that was in effect in the former 'not-really-mine-but-really-was-if-only-my-grandfather-wasn't-killed-by-an-alien-during-WWII' universe I was in, but my soul for someone familiar to confront. This is an one time offer. I'm even willing to take on Ba'al and will gladly end up in the hospital afterwards, broken ribs and all that stuff. Five months! And the sixth one is only a few more weeks away.

Long story short, it's taken me one year, five months and being trapped in two timelines/universes to get homesick. I'm really never going to make it back home, am I?

If I do end up going back to my 'not-really-mine-but-really-was-if-only-my-grandfather-wasn't-killed-by-an-alien-during-WWII', I'll be sure to do my part in the WWII effort. I might even enlist. Actually, I'm sure about that. And I'll even have a beautiful beard.

Maybe I should let it grow out now. Get a better look at it. This is a bit vague, isn't it?

Okay, it's been a long time since I got to dance around my apartment listening to Motley Crue. It was really fun. I enjoyed it. Then I put on Bon Jovi, and that was fun, too. They are still an awesome band. Their newest album is the shit. I've always felt like It's My Life was my personal anthem. I need to live more like that.... I've never been able to really... got married too young.

I have no idea what's going on with you folks and I don't care. And it's about time SG-1 joined the fold. I'm going to punch someone.



I think this might be the most brilliant thing I've ever seen.

Okay, I'm up. I'm up. My head was spinning from being in bed all day

I think I need to buy a leash for Bumblebee. I could take him out for walks. Very slow walks.

[Cam, John, & Moya]
Ix-nay on moving today. I have to go out of town.

You can just grab my bag and throw it somewhere. It's not very extremely heavy.

[Moya]
Love you. This is for you.

[Crichton]
You take care of her for me, Crichton.

So, this reminds me of other classified stuff back home.

“Never run after a man or a bus, there's always another one in five minutes.”
― Cherry Adair, Kiss and Tell

Agreed?

[Moya & Crichton.

You guys up for moving tomorrow?

Someone dumped heaps of glitter on me during Pride. Took several showers, but I'm still leaving a trail of glitter wherever I go. Does it have a name? The glitter hangover effects?

Of course, it's in my shoes. Pockets. Ears. Underwear. Even my wallet.

Also, let me know if the scientists in charge of the Tesseract manage to get some multidimensional mail call going. Figure some folk I know would be delighted to hear that the Don't Ask Don't Tell policy will be officially over in 2011. The past, man. I'm from the past.

Filtered to: Emma Frost (Cameron Mitchell, John Crichton can read too)

Hello, you're my housing assistant (Cameron Mitchell's and John Crichton's too). We're wanting to move. John and I live in 1110 and Cameron in 1207. What would we need to do to move? We do want to move to rooms on your floors (1214, 1215 unoccupied). I'd move in with Cameron, and John would be next door. It'd also open up larger apartments for people who want or need them. Is there paperwork? What do we do to move? Thank you.

Filtered to: Cameron Mitchell

I talked with John about moving. He's good with it. I still want him nearby. I do worry about him (re: Aeryn's departure). He has two DRDs looking after him now. When do you want to move? I'm not in any classes right now (increased availability). The DRDs can help us move too.

Filtered to: John Crichton

Unsure requirements for moving. Took initiative. Have you named DRDs?

I wish peace and kindness to each of you here. If you need help with something, I offer my assistance if it's in my ability. Sherlock, is your back doing better?

It's about time, weather. My titanium pin in my leg thanks you.

Now step it up on the humidity.

Waking up in an 80's movie. That is a new one.