SGA NPC Characters

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 17:40:09 GMT

Seeds were amazing things, really...all plants were, but seeds, they could just sit there, completely harmless, not doing anything for months, years - could wait through fire, through floods, through bad growing conditions, through chemical sprays that would kill a grown plant. They could be tiny, too, so small they'd evade notice, just blend into the dust until someone picked them up on the arm of a sleeve and brought them somewhere else, somewhere with better conditions...

And this was it; this was good conditions. Soil fertile enough to grow anything, just the right temperature, water...it wasn't the only thing growing here; there was something else that had been planted first - but that was all to the good; a seedling in empty soil drew notice, one growing alongside another plant didn't. And it was best not to be noticed for now. It would be vulnerable, in the first few days of growth, more so than it would later...if it was noticed, it could be killed. Would be killed. It didn't intend to let that happen.

Speaking with the Mother

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:13:21 GMT

Meris smiled at Dr. MacGregor. Please, call me Rachel... Rachel was a nice woman, but Meris was a bit surprised at how little she knew about children. She'd watched over children for pay in her youth, and hadn't really interacted with them since. So very unlike the Athosian villages, where all members of the family were around as much as possible. No one grew up without learning to hold and feed an infant, bind a warrior's wounds, cook a meal, or wash the dead in preparation for ritual. They sat in Meris' sitting room, sipping tea as the older woman kindly taught her how to care for a newborn.

"At first, you will find the babe sleeps nearly all day, but only for the first few weeks. And you will nurse frequently, sometimes every 2-3 hours for those forst weeks while the babe gains its strength from you. They must sleep on their back, with nothing else in the cradle to cover their breath. When they stop eating, burp them on your shoulder, then switch breasts, and burp them again when you're done. A gassy baby will scream from the stomach pain. You'll change their cloths maybe 6-10 times a day the first week when they wet and move their bowels."

Rae paled a little, causing Meris to smile. Goodness, she had a lot of work to go with this poor girl. At least her husbands seemed willing to assist.

"New babes are happier if they're held as much as possible, but not startled. They love to hear you sing to them, or play music, or just rock them. The movement lulls them. Now, their little cord will dry up and fall off sometime in the first 3 weeks or so. I don't know your ways, but my people keep it in a special pouch next to their body. A woman may not always know the father of her child, and there is no shame in that. But no person is without a mother, even if only before they are born. It is our connection to all those who came before us."

Rachel smiled. "I like that..."

Meris smiled warmly. "Now. When you change their cloths, and your husbands will need to know this... Always wipe from front to back, especially with a girl. For a boy, you may wish to keep the edge of the cloth over him, as they certainly have neither control nor aim for years." She smirked. "I sometimes wonder if some men ever learn."

A scouting expedition

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 17:40:29 GMT

Marhan ran his hand across the smooth sand of the ocean floor, looking around. He was young - far too young to have been chosen for the mission last time his people had gone to check on the Sunken City; it had been ten years ago, he'd just been a boy. But still, he was pretty sure the City should look different from the rest of the sea floor, and the other two (more experienced) members of the expedition seemed to agree, to judge by the confused looks they were sharing.

"The stories say the City sat atop the waves once, before it was abandoned," he suggested. "Perhaps it rose again?"

Seyunda, who was technically in charge of their small team, looked upwards. "Perhaps," she agreed. "This is the spot, I remember it...perhaps we should look on the surface."

Marhan let her take the lead, swimming slowly upwards. They were capable of swimming, and even living, at any depth of the ocean, but most of them were far more at home close to the surface - the instinct of their human ancestors.

The city wasn't directly up from its former resting spot - but it would have been a surprise if it had, drifting free on the surface. Seyunda motioned for quiet, stopping him before his head broke the surface, and led them back down several yards before she spoke.

"You were right, Marhan; the City has risen." She looked towards where it rested, a dark shadow on the surface of the ocean. "We don't know who has control of it, if anyone does, and I'd rather not find out with just the three of us. Go home, tell Elder Aius what's happened, and request a team of...ten, I think; diplomats and warriors both...and return. We'll wait for you on the ocean floor where the City once was."

Meris Tarishon

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 20:05:18 GMT

The matronly Athosian woman smiled as she put her bag of belongings in the room assigned to her on Atlantis. Finally, something useful to do with her time. Meris Tarishon's family had been taken by the Wraith... Her husband and second son a few years ago, and her eldest son and daughter in the latest attack on the mainland. She'd grienved, nearly worn herself sick with it. When Teyla had mentioned that they were starting to allow people to have children in the City of the Ancestors and would need help, she knew it was for her. Never good at farming or gifted in any but the most basic crafts, this she could do. So she volunteered The nice people of Earth would be able to bring the city back to life, and having families indicated a desire to stay, to set down roots there. It was a good omen and would make many of the people they traded with feel more secure about them. Children indicated intent for the future, and she would be assisting in raising them.

"To honor the memory of my own babes, I will open my heart to others," she'd told Teyla. And here she was. Soon, she was to meet a little girl and her fathers, and would meet with a motherless woman with her first babe still in the belly. Meris' wisdom came from life. Not books or guns or rings that led to other worlds. But it would be enough.

A letter from mum...

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 05:47:56 GMT

Claire Beckett
23 Abercorn Street
Paisley
Renfrewshire
PA4 4AG

My Darling Carson-

Hello, Son!

It's been far too long since you last wrote. Your lovely Rachel stopped by when she was visiting the area, fine lass to do so. She'll be good for you. We didn't have long to chat, but I believe she got the gist of things. And you write me that she's expecting now! That's grand, just grand. You've waited long enough to make me a grandmother, Carson Montgomery. I fully expect you to visit with the wee bairn as soon as it's safe for her to travel.

She's a strong woman, Carson, but I can see she has a good heart. I'm glad you're in love. I can't write long, the Reverend is expecting me. I'm to design the menu for the Ladie's Social next Tuesday gone. I love you, son. write as soon as you can.

Your Loving Mother,
Claire Beckett

--Anonymous Email--

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 19:20:55 GMT

~~encrypted~~

TO: Rodney McKay, Ph.D.
FROM: Someone Strong
RE: Your Wife

Good Morning, Rodney.

I wish to bring a matter to your attention. One which is likely beneath you, but I do not need reprecussion, so I write to you like this.

Your wife cannot do her job. Lately, I have seen her sleepy at her desk. She is distracted, tired, and has given much of her projects to others, keeping only the paperwork. The desk part of job. Strain is too much for her, she was not made to handle such responsibility. A strong person should have this job. A strong person should be there for you, yes?

I am disappointed with you, Rodney. You have married weak, beneath you. You should have someone strong, powerful at your side. You must someday pass on your brilliance, your ability. She would not be capable of such contribution to you. I will be watching her, will see when she falls in disgrace.

Take care of your wife, Dr. McKay. Or I will.

Sincerely,
Someone better for you

~~de-encrypted~~

Mirror pieces and going home

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 15:53:49 GMT

I get to go home day after tomorrow. Part of me is really happy (Yay!) cause I get to see my real parents that know me and stuff. But part of me is also sad. This universe's Matka and the dads have been wonderful, and loads of fun. She doesn't cook the same stuff as my Matka, but it's still good. I loved playing in Père al-kesh and shooting Daddy and dancing with Papa.

I hope they have babies soon so they aren't too sad without me. I'm gonna miss them. Maybe I can write letters or something and put them through the mirror sometimes.

The Might Quinn

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 15:44:28 GMT

Emílie chimed Mr. Quinn's door. It was only yesterday that Papa had discharged him from the infirmary, and Matka stood beside her as she held a plate of kolache. Matka smiled down at her as the door opened.

"Hello, Mr. Quinn! Matka made kolache, just like she promised, and we saved some for you! The Daedalus brought us real apples, so they're more like the ones on Earth this time."

She held out the plate with the tasty lovely pastries on it for the man. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled endearingly. She always tried to make Matka and Tatka proud of her manners. Well, almost always.

Travailler avec Père

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 16:32:36 GMT

Emmy smiled as she sat in the inactive flight chair on Père's al-kesh. After a second of watching him dig around under a console, she spun around in the chair. She imagined she was flying it through space, shooting its weapons and exploding Wraith Darts left and right. Just like Daddy does. She didn't realize she was making little laser gun noises out loud.

{Père, what can this ship do? Can you fly this one? Why did Matka give it to you?}

Not at home.

Tue, 23 May 2006 20:18:58 GMT

Oh man. I'm in so much trouble. I tripped in the mirror room and landed on the console. It shocked me and threw me into the mirror, and the mirror broke. But even Worse! It threw me through the mirror into another Universe! And Matka and the dads don't have a daughter in this one. They didn't know me, cause Matka never had me here. I really didn't like that. But they seem to really like me, and Daddy loves me anyway, I think. He promised to take me flying real soon. And this Père snuck coffee on Tuesday too. But DOra and Andy are still kittens here, not grown-up cats like I know them. They're so cute! But I don't have any of my stuff. No flute, not my hairbrush, or my books. And this Matka's STILL making me do homework!

Tatka took me to the labs today and I met Dr. Kavanagh, then one in this universe. He's still a jerk. I don't care if Papa says that isn't nice, Kavanagh's still mean in any universe. But he's Uncle David's boyfriend here. That's wierd. Uncle David has Uncle Lorne, but Uncle Dylan is with a soldier. This is a wierd place. Matka has a friend over and is making dinner. I miss my real parents, but these ones are pretty darn close. If I'm stuck and they can't fix the mirror... I hope they'll still love me.

Just Wandering around

Sun, 21 May 2006 18:53:29 GMT

Davan said he found a room with a huge mirror in it. I'm gonna pack my backpack and go check it out later. I know Tatka wouldn't be too happy, but I won't be gone long. Why would the Ancestors build such a big mirror? Seems kinda wierd. Anyhow, more later.