It's the Closest Thing to In-Flight Radio...

[Riley Jane "RJ" Howard]

2017
USS Nemesis
Commissary

"Don' go breakin' my heaaaaart..."

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The room burst into fits of laughter and applause as the young Lieutenant began to croon (out of tune), making eyes at one of the new archaeologists at one of the nearby tables. Immediately, she began to blush and giggle, half hiding behind her martini. All the other girls at the table burst into their own giggle fits, swatting her on the shoulder and pointint out his obvious flirtations. Holding his own bottle, he had to glance back at the teleprompter to correct himself, causing his buddies to whoot and hollar at him.

Riley laughed to herself as the scene unfolded, ordering a screwdriver from one of the bridge officers who doubled as bartender for the evening. Nodding and thanking him, she watched as the lieutenant moved in closer to the girl, dropping down on one knee and grabbing her hand, kissing it once in between the verse and the chorus. You would have thought she was going to pass out. It was nearly impossible for Riley to hide her own amusement as she returned to her table along the wall, where her tablet sat. She thought she might be able to get a bit of work done. Oh, but she was wrong...

This was far too entertaining. The SGC had planned this to give folks a break from their work and to break the ice among the new members of this Expedition. The complimentary drinks were also a nice way to keep the more nervous foks from remembering that they were on a spacecruiser in hyperspace heading for a distant galaxy. The thought caused Riley to take a rather hearty drink from her glass as she sat down, watching the crowd give the lieutenant an ovation. He blew a kiss to the archaeologist, who looked like she would faint.

"A very nice AND entertaining rendition of that song,"[/color] the warrant officer who usually flew the ship said, playing emcee, "And it seems that Lt. Moore has a new fan. Uh oh! Keep an eye on him, Colonel."[/color] The guys in the room burst into laughter, jostling the Lieutenant. The warrant officer looked back around the room, "Alright, then. Who is our next victim?"[/color] With that, a rather overweight and...masculine engineering woman took the stage, and baffled quite a few folks with her...surprisingly deep, baritone voice.

"Somewheeeeere over the rainbowwww.."

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"Oh, wow..." Riley murmured, her brows shooting upwards. She as well as a few folks didn't stifle their groans as much as they should have. Riley shook her head and glanced down at her tablet. Just a little work..she clearly wasn't missing anything. Taking another sip of her drink, she picked up the tablet, wincing at some of the terrible notes the woman sang.


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[Cyrus O’Connell]

2015
USS Nemesis
Corridors

Hours ago Cyrus sat in a briefing chair at Stargate Command and was briefed on his new assignment, he still couldn’t believe it. Aliens, visiting other planets even galaxies and most of all space travel. It wasn’t until they showed Cyrus an active Stargate he started to believe their stories. Now being onboard one of Earth’s many battle cruises the Nemesis or whatever they called it Cyrus could hardly believe that he was actually flying through space something he only believe in science fiction though he wondered if these folks had the Enterprise built somewhere. Cyrus walked down the corridors of the Nemesis he thought it would be best to see what was happening in the mess hall he did here that something good was going down though the crew members didn’t tell Cyrus anything it seemed that they didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

2017
USS Nemesis
Commissary

Stepping into the mess hall Cyrus knew instantly what the other crew members were talking about it looked like it was karaoke night something that Cyrus hadn’t down before though he guessed that by the end of the night he would be singing a song up there. Walking in further Cyrus scanned the crowd as the engineer sang her song. Cyrus eyes fell upon a woman sitting alone so he decided to walk over and introduce himself to her and hopped that she was apart of the new batch to this galaxy thing they where going to. Cyrus approached the woman but stopped as he reached her table. “Hi I’m Cyrus do you mind if I join you?” Cyrus asked as he fell silent waiting for the woman’s response.

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[Riley Jane "RJ" Howard]

2017
USS Nemesis
Commisary

The song was drawing to a close, and there was sparse applause. Riley still had the tablet in her hand, but her eyes still on the stage. It was terrible, truly terrible...but she couldn't look away. As the woman stepped away and the warrant officer took the microphone again, trying to keep things cheery, Riley blinked and reached blindly for her drink, shaking her head and finishing it off. As she did so, she realized there was a man speaking to her, standing just a few feet away. Covering her mouth as she attempted not to choke on her drink, she coughed slightly.

"Oh, no, no. Not at all. Please do," she choked out, her voice with her slight yet unidentifiable accent. "It's a pleasure to meet you...or anyone on here, for that matter. I'm Riley Jane...or just Riley, if you prefer." She reached for the napkin holder and pulled a couple out and began dabbing the liquid off her chin and her uniform. Looking back up at him, she shrugged. Quickly, she was distracted by the newest performers on stage. Some of the new physicists and tech officers had taken the stage, each of them epitomizing the word "dweeb".

"Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it..."

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"Oh, Lord," Riley huffed slightly, shaking her head at the guys on stage as they continued the Daft Punk song, making sad attempts at moonwalking and the robot. The soldiers could barely contain themselves as they laughed at the science crew on stage. "I'm not sure how I'm going to manage being stuck in a lab with those four for the rest of the trip." Shaking her head, she looked back to Cyrus, and smirked. "Astrophysicist. And you?"

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[Cyrus O’Connell]

2017
USS Nemesis
Commissary

Cyrus couldn’t help but laugh as the song came to a close he wondered what kind of night this will turn into with voices like the one’s that were on previously. Holding his glass of scotch Cyrus had gotten before arriving at the woman’s table he took a sip before turning back to the woman who now introduced herself as Riley. Cyrus smiled as Riley agreed to allow him to join her, he pulled out one of the empty chairs and took a seat. Cyrus looked up towards the stage as the new physicists and tech officers took the stage and began to sing, well if Cyrus called it singing. Cyrus turned back to Riley as he noticed her clean the liquid from her drink of her chin and uniform from choking moments before. “It’s nice to finally meet someone that I can actually have a full conversation with Riley.” Cyrus replied. Cyrus turned his head towards the stage as he watched several bad attempts of moonwalking. “Someone should ban them for life from any and all musical instrument.” Cyrus laughed as he shook his head it couldn’t get any worst could it? Cyrus hopped so but anything could happen with alcohol and a karaoke machine. Cyrus laughed at Riley’s comment. “I’ll probably go insane being stuck in my quarters I thought this spaceship was fast. Now they tell me it’ll probably be two or more weeks onboard.” Cyrus replied. “Sergeant Australian Army, Analyst Intelligence Operations. Was dragged out of Iraq to be apart of his top secret mission.” Cyrus explained further to Riley as he took another sip from his drink.

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[Riley Jane "RJ" Howard]

2018
USS Nemesis
Commissary

"I’ll probably go insane being stuck in my quarters I thought this spaceship was fast. Now they tell me it’ll probably be two or more weeks onboard."

"Actually, depending on how new or used the Naquadah generator the Nemesis is using, it could take anywhere from three to three and a half weeks. The average trip for an Earth vessel using standard hyperdrive from the Milky Way to the Pegasus Galaxy takes just under three weeks. We, on the other hand, are heading in the exact opposite direction to a completely different galaxy." As she was speaking, she barely noticed that she was pulling up data on her tablet. Perhaps she shouldn't have gone for the second screwdriver so quickly. Nonetheless, she was tapping away at the screen as she continued. "By calculating our current velocity and the distance we have to travel, we will arrive at the Delian Galaxy in..."

Setting the tablet down, turning it 180 degrees and pushing it towards him, the screen revealed a sketched out "map" of their course and a countdown. "23 days, 7 hours, and 49..excuse me, 48 minutes." The grin on her face expanded more than her slight smirk as she examined the expression on his face. She was feeling much more social than usual. On any given day, it took much more effort than this to get time of day out of her.

Yep. Definitely should slow down a bit...

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[Cyrus O’Connell]

2018
USS Nemesis
Commissary

Cyrus listened as Riley began to speak techno babble even though he was apart of intelligence corps he still had troubles understanding the more precise things that most scientists speak. Cyrus only got a few words from the entire sentence she said. “I’m only new to this whole thing sorry if I'm slow at first, so what exactly is an Naquadah generator?” Cyrus asked. Back at Stargate command Cyrus wasn’t briefed on everything that the Stargate Program was doing or what they brought back only the things he needed to know and then thrown onboard a spaceship an expect to go toe to toe with other members of the program. Cyrus looked up as Riley pulled out a tablet thingy, darn Cyrus thought he better start learning things quickly he didn’t want to look like the newbie as he will probably be thrown into an alien mission straight away. Cyrus could only watch as Riley calculated the distance between Earth and the Delian galaxy. Cyrus smiled as he looked up to see Riley with a grin on her face. “So your one of the smarter cookies then?” Cyrus replied as he looked down at the map and the countdown. “I take it you’re cool with the whole program and what they’ve been doing for the past several years then?” Cyrus asked Riley as he finished his scotch. Cyrus called over one of the bartender’s. “Rum and coke please and whatever the lady wants to drink.” Cyrus explained pointing to Riley.

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[Riley Jane "RJ" Howard]

2018
USS Nemesis
Commissary

"I’m only new to this whole thing sorry if I'm slow at first, so what exactly is an Naquadah generator?" Riley smirked, and almost blushed at her foolishness. She probably sounded like a royal, pretentious ass right about now, but luckily, the alcohol kept her from feeling the high level of embarassment that she usually felt. Instead, she slid the tablet towards her again and turned it off for the night. "Sorry. I get kind of bad about that. I'm much better when I'm sober. But, a Naquadah generator is basically a power source using a highly powerful element that is used by the Stargate and other alien technologies. The Stargate Program has been able to incorporate its usage with our technology." Picking up her already empty glass, she attempted to drink, and failed. Making a face at the empty glass, she set it back down on the table. "Don't worry, though. I didn't know about any of this 4 months ago. It's kinda 'learn-through-experience' around here."

“I take it you’re cool with the whole program and what they’ve been doing for the past several years then?” Riley shrugged. Honestly, she did not know how to answer that question. After all, she worked for a while with NASA, who had the same goals, essentially: explore and learn more about our universe. Only now, it's like she found the missing chapters to a book she was reading, explaining so many different things. "I mean...I guess so. I can understand why they would keep so many alien encounters and battles under wraps for so long. I just think it's going to be really, really tough to explain to the human population when the proverbial sh*t hits the fan."

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Seeing that he had ordered a drink, she racked her mind for something other than a screwdriver to drink. "Are you guys serving mojitos?"

[Ethan Birch]

2020
USS Nemesis
Commissary

Apparently there was only so much being bothered people could take. After he'd wandered around the ship, asking people questions about this and that for the upteenth time, he'd eventually been told to go away and have fun. For Ethan, learning about the ins, outs, and running of a space ship was fun, but alas, it seemed they meant socialising fun.

Socialising seemed to take the guise of karaoke tonight. While he wasn't so great with people (for a while he had seriously considered he may have Aspergers, but eventually realised that he was nothing more than just plain awkward), Ethan loved karaoke. He wasn't actually any good at it, but people didn't come to karaoke for good singing.

Getting himself a beer, he looked around the room until he found the song catalogue sitting idle on a table. He snagged it and stood near the back of the room, flipping through, looking for something to sing. Maybe it would help him meet people. Or help him become the object of ridicule. Whichever.

'Technologic' eventually came to an end and the emcee started looking for someone to come up next. Ethan gestured with his beer bottle, putting the book down and jogging up there. A hearty swallow of beer and he soon launched into his chosen song, which wasn't too bad until halfway through the first verse.

Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact, his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner, let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one

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It was less Ballroom Blitz, more Ballroom Massacre.


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