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Who: Jennifer Keller
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[The woman on the broadcast is smiling contentedly and seems reluctant to wake up. She murmurs happily and turns over on her bunk, obviously in the midst of a pleasant dream, or relishing a happy memory.

Then her eyes snap open, and she slowly turns... takes in her surroundings... and a few realizations hit. 1. This isn't Atlantis. 2. This also isn't San Francisco. 3. Nobody else is here- Rodney, John, Teyla, Ronon, Carson... not even Mr. Woolsey or Amelia.]

... oh. Oh, crap. Don't tell me the wormhole drive did this... [That's more to herself than anyone else, because she doesn't yet realize she's being watched. Heedless, she scrambles to stand upright, touching an earpiece on her right ear to activate a radio, and a brief burst of static can be heard.]

Dr. McKay, this is Dr. Keller. Please come in. [Tap. Tap.] Rodney? Are you there? [Tap. Nothing. Okay, try not to panic.] Colonel Sheppard, this is Dr. Keller, come in. Mr. Woolsey? Teyla? If anyone on Atlantis can hear me, please respond... [Nothing again. She looks down at herself, finally finding the little communicator clipped to her jacket pocket. OK, that definitely wasn't there before. She lifts it up to her face, examining it curiously, poking at the screen.] OK, can anybody hear me at all?

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Yeeep. Apparently that's normal for him?

I try not to think about it, it hurts my brain.

Probably a wise choice. I'll try to do the same.

I think we'll all save our collective santities if we do that.

I had to suspend disbelief a lot back home, so believe me, I know where you're coming from. Having no medical officers around must have been pretty awful, though...

Yeaaah, it was a big heap of what if worries.

Well, who knows? Maybe I'll be the first of many.

Here's hoping.

In the meantime, thanks again for the info. I appreciate you being honest.

Hey, no worries. We got to look out for each other here.

I'm happy you all do. I would have been totally lost.

And we really don't need that. Atroma have got the jump on us enough already.

I keep hearing that name- Atroma. Are they our hosts, as it were?

Yeah. They're the people who are running this whole shebang. You might heard Diamond once a week or so, announcing new people and stuff like that.

Ah, updates and recaps. So this seems to be a lot like the reality shows I'd catch back home.

We don't have anything like this at all back home. Well, except maybe plays. So it's a whole new concept to me.

Wow, really? You must've been even more lost when you got here, huh?

You have no idea. Our technology back home is...super primitive, compared to this. I'm glad I got engineering, at least I could figure out how it all worked.

Yeah, imagine if you'd been a cook. Or public relations.

If I'd have been a cook, my crew would have starved.

Literally.

I'd of eaten everything.

And that wouldn't have made for a good show. Well, at least our jailers provide us with food. Small silver linings.

If you could call the stuff they give us 'food'. I prefer the stuff on the planets. Real food.

... I'm probably going to regret asking this, but what sort of... quote-unquote food do they give us?

It's like...little blocks? They're supposed to be protein or something, but they all taste like dirt to me.

So, basically, things that just serve to keep nutrients in our body. Strange... I'd think they'd want us to enjoy ourselves while eating, but then again, if we're drifting around in space they need stuff that would keep for a while.

I guess that's what they were thinking of? It's still pretty gross.

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