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writetomyheart2023-03-12 10:29 am
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[Team four] bureaucracy
Just a little SG-1 snippet. G-rated. Very short
"With Katar present, we can now resume the meeting."
"Finally," Jack mutters under his breath, exasperation adding some extra emphasis to the tone.
Daniel makes a shushing gesture and some twitchy eyebrow movements, which Jack easily translates into something along the lines of "stop disrespecting the culture of these people."
Jack replies back with a vague shoulder shrug that hopefully conveys clearly "I stopped caring two hours ago."
He then turns his attention back to the council seated at the front of the tent, and he's disappointed to find that they're still talking instead of wrapping up the meeting. When the team arrived on this planet -- he glances down at his watch -- four hours ago, Jack thought they'd exchange the usual hellos with the locals, explore the scenery for a bit, maybe stumble into some mildly life-threatening excitement, and then head back home again.
But apparently they've arrived on Village Council Meeting Day, and nothing, not even visitors from another planet, will get in the way of unnecessary bureaucracy. Daniel signed them up to be added to the agenda, but apparently, they're at the very bottom of a very long list.
He glances over at Teal'c. His eyes are closed like he's decided to do some light meditation while waiting. Either that or he's fallen asleep.
To his left, Sam is fidgeting. Crossing and uncrossing her legs like she's trying to find a more comfortable position on these wooden benches. Good luck, Jack thinks. His butt went numb at least an hour ago.
"Daniel," Jack whispers, interrupting his teammate's rapt attention to the current discussion about yard maintenance regulations. "I'm about to cause an interplanetary incident because I cannot sit here any longer."
You're up next, scytale!
"With Katar present, we can now resume the meeting."
"Finally," Jack mutters under his breath, exasperation adding some extra emphasis to the tone.
Daniel makes a shushing gesture and some twitchy eyebrow movements, which Jack easily translates into something along the lines of "stop disrespecting the culture of these people."
Jack replies back with a vague shoulder shrug that hopefully conveys clearly "I stopped caring two hours ago."
He then turns his attention back to the council seated at the front of the tent, and he's disappointed to find that they're still talking instead of wrapping up the meeting. When the team arrived on this planet -- he glances down at his watch -- four hours ago, Jack thought they'd exchange the usual hellos with the locals, explore the scenery for a bit, maybe stumble into some mildly life-threatening excitement, and then head back home again.
But apparently they've arrived on Village Council Meeting Day, and nothing, not even visitors from another planet, will get in the way of unnecessary bureaucracy. Daniel signed them up to be added to the agenda, but apparently, they're at the very bottom of a very long list.
He glances over at Teal'c. His eyes are closed like he's decided to do some light meditation while waiting. Either that or he's fallen asleep.
To his left, Sam is fidgeting. Crossing and uncrossing her legs like she's trying to find a more comfortable position on these wooden benches. Good luck, Jack thinks. His butt went numb at least an hour ago.
"Daniel," Jack whispers, interrupting his teammate's rapt attention to the current discussion about yard maintenance regulations. "I'm about to cause an interplanetary incident because I cannot sit here any longer."
You're up next, scytale!
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