#burnhisname

You find the STARGATE mesmerizing. Who would’ve thought that a place-- is it a place?-- could be such a hypnotic device, pulling you into its milkyways? You move on through, avoiding the gaze of the beautiful scene, looking instead for a new world to explore-- any world but yours. There’s someone about to step into a LIGHT PORTAL.

> TAVROS: Hasten to the portal post-haste!

After the familiar sensation you’ve been experiencing all day, you land in the same world she’s decided to explore, grinning all sheepish as she turns back to you. 

he saunters in silence, save for the bare mutters of: one, two, three, ONE, two, three. fingers refuse to rest easy, tapping on his thigh; his feet of the same caliber, pressing the beat into the ground, and just as his cadence is acquainted with his character--

he BURSTS into dance, a paragon of energy, electricity at his fingertips and at his toes, the mutters now idle song, his discretion now what might have been momentary pride-- though in retrospect, as he finishes his piece and comes eye to eye with you, he finds himself too ASHAMED to remember.

burnhisname

She sorely regretted coming through this gate.

Nah flinched, pulling her hood close to her head in an attempt to make certain that her pointed ears were covered. This was surely a godless land, she thought, taking in the general air of desperation and aggression that the city had no choice but to breathe. And what a city it was! So huge, so full of people, and so...so...tall. She had never in her life seen buildings constructed from glass and shining metal, reaching up and up...! How did anyone bear to travel to the peak without wings?

How did anyone bear the stench of those horseless carriages, for another matter.

Nah had cautiously crept out to examine the area, but she knew she was dressed entirely wrong for the location. Staying to the shadows of alleys had seemed a good bet at first, until she witnessed the array of flyers plastering the walls. Such propaganda. It seemed that was something consistent in all worlds--preying on those different from the rest.

She took one down and examined it, lips pursed.

      you happen to like this particular classroom. perhaps not as much as other ones (after all, many of them are the same or similar), but it’s always provided you with some entertainment. 

      you stand, as always, in the room cluttered with desks, a ring of students standing around you. they just stand there, just like you do, an eerie calmness in the room. they are insignificant. clearly it is you who stands out in the room, but they are the ones that provide said entertainment. when you take out your hammer, they flee to the side of the room, huddling against the wall as they try to keep as far away as possible. like you’ll hurt them. like you’ll kill them with that tool.

      you smile. that’s always a possibility.

      yet, someone steps through the door and you turn your head, still smiling but now squinting at the new intruder. a fiery woman, you think, what with her hair and...flair of personality.

welcome, fetch!

your coming has registered the world of THE UNITED STATES within the STARGATE. your access portal to the stargate will be located in SEATTLE (2016).

when entering another canon you will be allowed to retain your CONDUIT ABILITIES of LIGHTSPEED and A GUN OF YOUR CHOOSING.

happy world traveling!