[Blake Warren]

2201
Patient Room #149
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Under the fuzz of the antipsychotic, Blake relaxed. Ciana reached for the wrist restraints and unfastened them. "There now? Feeling better, are we? You're lucky, you know. We're the only hospital in the state to be using chlorpromazine to treat the insane. I mean, not that Dr. Melnis hasn't helped hundreds of people surgically with your problem, sweetheart."

Blake watched her check the chart on the bed with at best mild interest and she made a face. "Erm, Blake, right. You just relax."

"No, I mean, please. If you just let us go to the stargate, I can show you I'm not crazy." He made an effort to be docile and non-threatening, which was easy to do on the drug.

She smiled in the way of humoring her patient. "Of course, tomorrow we'll take you to your stargate."

Blake fell back on the bed with a sigh. He was tired, had no tolerance yet to the Thorazine, and the bed was comfortable enough for being in an asylum. He was going to fall asleep, even if he probably shouldn't.
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2201
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Dr. Thein Melnis had picked the oldest of the three men at largely random.

Radon had pushed for the chlorpromazine with 149-B but Melnis had claimed 148 for his own research. He entered the room, adjusting the sleeves of his fine white coat.

One of the orderlies was guarding the patient, as Melnis shook his head. Poor, wretched man. But he had the solution that could get people out of the hospitals. "Well, hello! I am Dr. Melnis, visiting psychiatrist here at New Sadra Asylum. I'm told your name is, umm," Melnis checked his chart. "Bobe? Tell me about this other place of yours, Bobe, your home planet. How did you come to our planet?"

Melnis held a fine silver pen as he was ready to take notes. The severity of the delusion would tell him how radical a leucotomy the man would need. He hoped he could avoid severing too many of the nerve connections in the frontal lobe.

<<tag Nick Harper , Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr >>

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

2201
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Bobby asserted Dr. Melnis as the man walked in. Surely his way of walking remind him of Collins, minus the heels and a lab coat on the woman. Other than that, there was plenty he could find the same on both. The only thing remaining was how open the man was in listening to their tale and taking it seriously. Bu this did bring his whole crazy part to complete, as he did think at one time Davis had been crazy when the Colonel had mentioned the SGC and aliens. Now in some form it had come to bite him in the butt.

With a sigh, he shifted where he sat, resisted the urge to pinch his own nose, “Bobe?” he repeated it, “It’s Bobby, precisely Robert.” If some alien shrink was going to say his name, the other man might as well get it right. He had fought to keep much if his irritation under lock and key. It wasn’t ideal, yet it was better than getting jabbed with meds or whatever it was. “planète de la maison?” he asked, then studied his hand for a moment, “Bien c'est vieux et humide. Devas l'a utilisé à un moment donné et nous sommes passés par l'anneau appelé Stargate.”

Giving the man a thin smile, “Rien d'autre?” he tipped his head to the side. If the Doctor wasn’t careful, he might end with a broken nose like Cowden.


((1- Home planet? Well it is old and humid. Devas used it at one time and we came through the ring known as Stargate

2- anything else?)))

2201
Historical Archives
Theria

The Mayor gulped before he followed the small man, “Officer Naral and his men took them straight there.” He added once he had caught up with the historian.

“I don’t care,” he bellowed back, “This is not how we treat others. I don’t suppose you support Naral’s decision to send them there, without merit. After all, you would have spoken to them.” He reached the door and paused facing the other man, “You have spoken and met them have you not?”

Looking rather awkwardly, the Mayor shook his head, “Not really.”

“And that means what?” he looked like he was about to shoot daggers, “My dear Mayor, this is going to create one giant mess, if these men are from the stars as they claim. As you have potentially created it. I’ll make that your method of handling such matter are reached to Senator Anjali.” The woman was strict as they came. “And Naral, I’ll personally handle him myself.” With that he turned the knob of the door and almost sprinted down the stairs where his vehicle awaited him.

Tag: Nick Harper , Blake Warren

[Blake Warren]

2202
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Melnis maintained his fake, cheery smile and tone. "I see, our nurses took a guess from what the police write down, Bobby. Or am I speaking to Robert right now?"

His pen scratched loudly across his notepad as he wrote. 'Patient may have multiple schismed personalities. Alters named 'Bobby' and 'Robert.'

Then 148 went off in complete gibberish instead of the Therian he'd been speaking. Dr. Melnis cleared his throat. Clearly, this was a very, very sick man. He looked at his patient's hands, and saw a ring on 148's left hand.

Trying to get through to this mad man, Melnis asked. "Your ring, a commitment? Do you know where I can contact your commited, Bobby?"

It would be easier if he had the commited's permission to operate. Presuming the mad man hadn't already murdered her before the three had taken off with guns to terrorize the airport. "Is she okay right now?"

<<tag Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr, Nick Harper>>
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2202
Patient Room 149
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

He slept fitfully under the sedative, and plagued by dreams. A yawning six story fall that stretched to infinity where he had considered jumping years ago, trapped and unhappy after two years of marriage.

The black government sedan, the two men in dress uniform, 'We regret to inform you.'

The dreaming state passed, but the sleep wasn't natural.

[Nick Harper]

1847- 2203
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Turns out the "city hall" had ended up being a mental hospital, and when the guards had tried to apprehend SV-1, neither of the three men had gone quietly. And after seeing both Bobby and Blake get taken down, Nick made it a point to be as much of a problem as he could, that is till one of the orderlies decided to get close and managed to get a needle in his ass and the medic dropped like a stone. 

The next time he opened his eyes he was being strapped down to a bed, the orderly who was over the job was just starting to strap down his next arm when Nick opened his eyes, the rest of his body was still free. Whatever they had injected him with had worn off pretty fast, that or he did not get the full dose, either way, the orderly did know what hit him. Using his free hand Nick grab the mans shirt and yanked him closer only to bring his knee up and bash it into the poor guys face. There was a cry of pain and a flash of blood, but he did not care, pushing the other man away Nick reached for the strap that was holding his left arm down, undoing it he rolled off the bed, stepped over the Orderly who was on the ground and started for the door. Only to stop as he realized the door was locked and required a proxy card to exit, so he turned around and looked at the Orderly who was trying to get to his feet all while pressing a hand to his bleeding nose. There was a proxy card hanging from his uniform. 

"Sorry...not really, I don't like needles." Nick told the other man as he brought his foot up and kicked him hard in the head, the other man fell to the ground and this time he did not make any move to get up. Nick knelt down and pulled the card off of his new buddy, "Thanks....Joelwin." Nick said as he looked at the mans name and picture on the card, "I appreciate your help." he muttered as he went to the door. This time he got it opened, now to find everyone else and get the hell out of there. 

The hallway outside his room was quiet, everything looked like it was from a hospital on Earth, except they were not on Earth. There came a sound from behind him, Nick looked back into the room he had just left just in time to see his new buddy Joelwin swinging a metal bed pan at his head, it hit its intended target and slammed into Nicks temple causing him to drop like a stone. 

The second time he opened his eyes he was not strapped to a bed he was on the floor, at first he thought they had just tossed him into a room, but then he realized that he could not move his arms, and each time he tried to pull his arms free it only made things tighter. A straight jacket, that was a new one, but given where they currently were he knew he should not be surprised. But yet he was. 

"Does your head hurt?"

The voice came from across the room, lifting his head from the cool tile floor he looked over to the small figure who was standing about three feet away, it appeared to be a male nurse, he held a clipboard in his hands and was jotting some things down. "Not as bad as this floor on my shoulders." he replied as he tried pushing himself into a seated position as best he could without the use of his hands. "Well we did have you on a rather comfortable bed but you decided to break Joelwins nose so we had to move you to a more secure room." the nurse motioned around him, Nick followed his hands with his eyes, the room he was in was the typical four bare white walls, no windows and the door looked like it could stop a rhino. Nick leaned back against the wall, "Well Tradewins needs to learn to ask people for their safe word before he goes just strapping them down to tables, that way he might avoid getting his nose broken." he fired back. 

The nurse just nodded and made some more notes, "What is your name?" he asked after a moment,

"Why?" 

"Because it is the polite thing to do, you meet someone you ask their name, do they not do that where you are from?"

"Oh we do, just not after we drug them and then bash them over the head. Usually we like to get to know folks before we do that stuff."

"You and your companions were combative, in order to ensure the safety of our people we had to take action." 

Nick just stared at the man, after a moment he just rolled his eyes, "Sure...combative...I believe you guys were the ones who started it all." the nurse did not reply and just made more notes, "Your uniform says "Harper", what does that mean?" 

"It is my last name, what is your name, where are my teammates and can I get something because my head hurts." 

"I am junior nurse Wiley, your teammates are being evaluated, once the doctor finishes with them he will come see you and no. The last time we gave you something you got combative, I do not want to risk that happening again while the doctor is in here." Combative, Wiley seemed to be a big fan of that word, the nurse continued on, "Do you know how you got here?" Nick just stared at the man, he had started this whole conversation by asking if his head hurt now he was refusing to give him anything for the ache, some nurse. Once again he tried to adjust his arms only to be reminded that they were firmly strapped across his chest, so he tried pulling the jacket off, "Harper, it is pointless to resist the restraints, it will only cause more discomfort. Just sit tight till the doctor can come and talk to you about treatment." 

"Treatment for what?"

"Possible psychosis." 

"I might have some issues but psychosis is not one of them and I don't consent to any treatment."

"Well I am afraid you do not have a choice, and I do not expect you to know much about mental illness and disorders." 

"I know enough to know that you're full of sh**."  Wiley gave him a small smile before heading towards the door, "We will see who is full of....it after the doctor examines you." he said as he motioned to the camera in the room, a second later there was a muted click and the door the the room opened, without looking back Wiley left, leaving Nick to sit alone on the butt numbing floor. 

TAG: Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr, Blake Warren

[Blake Warren]

2203
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Dr. Elias Radon was the master of his domain, an expert in a very new field of trying to help the afflicted medically instead of locking them away in disappointments rooms and attics. He had run New Sadra State Asylum for over a year as Head Director, and was slowly changing the way they did things.

Elias nodded curtly to Willis as he left the room. Wiley, Willard. He couldn't remember the names of everyone at the hospital. He pushed the door open and looked at his patient.

314 was younger than 148 and 149. There was more hope to cure this one then the two older men. He was on the floor in a binding jacket. Elias stood a couple of feet away, the room lacking any furnishings. ]"I am Dr. Elias Radon, the director of New Sadra Asylum. I will be the lead physician on your case. It's quite fascinating really. We've never seen such profound delusion."

He had a small notebook started. "Tell me a bit about yourself, where are you from?"
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2203
Patient Room 149
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Blake woke up to the sound of heels. Ciana showed her hands were empty. "Only here to check vitals. Ronder heard you cry out in your sleep. Which is a very good sign, that you're discharging your psychotic impulses in dreams, Blake."

He nodded slowly and didn't resist. "I was, jumping. From a building. I don't know why."

"It's not uncommon for the death urge to express itself from the unconscious mind in dreams. Tell me about your family, where you're from." Maybe she could steer him away from the delusion this way.

"Well, there's Mama and Daddy. And Danny-boy and Jane and her husband Mike. And Jane and Mike's boys." He was picking at the thin, scratchy institutional blanket. He was so tired and just floating, not much mattered.

Ciana wrote rapidly on the chart."And who is Seve, Ronder heard you say a name."

He smiled. "Steve, my partner."

"And where is she?"

If it wasn't for the Thorazine, he would have thought better of saying it. "Steve's a he.

Ciana got very quiet as she made more notes for the doctors.

<<tag Nick Harper, Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr>>

[Nick Harper]

2203
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

No sooner did Wiley leave did another person enter the room, this one wore a white lab coat and appeared to be older than the junior nurse, and instead of a clipboard he held a small notebook. "I am Dr. Elias Radon, the director of New Sadra Asylum. I will be the lead physician on your case. It's quite fascinating really. We've never seen such profound delusion." Nick rested his head against the wall and looked at the doctor, "Tell me a bit about yourself, where are you from?" 

Nick sighed and lifted his head up from the wall, "First things first, I am not delusional if anything I am the sanest I have ever been." he replied as he rolled his neck, there came a soft pop and Nick smirked before looking at Radon again, "Second, my name is Staff Sergeant Nicolas Harper, and like yourself I am in the medical field, but more so the practice of medicine in the field, I am six foot three inches tall, my weight is not important, I do not have any known allergies, my favorite color is cobalt, don't really have a favorite food I just like food, except green ones, my favorite Disney movie is Tangled and my dream date is a nice dinner and long walks on the beach." he knew the information he was supposed to give in these types of situations, but he also knew that he would probably be better off if he cooperated and did not just give the usual name, rank, serial number, "Third, where are my squad mates." he asked. 

TAG: Blake Warren, Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

2202
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

He saw?

There was no way he could have seen. Oxford resisted the urge to roll his eyes but ended up glaring. Og for love of god. Where the heck was Narad when one needed him? While the deity was known to show up at random times and some Bobby did aimed were lousy, it seemed in the time of need he was nowhere to been seen. Probably doing Mahadev’s grand work someplace. Scoffing, “You think Bobby and Robert are two different personalities?” he asked, before pulling a face, “Oh for Christ sake.” Shifting a little, “Hate to break it to you, but Bobby is a short form of Robert. Not exactly two different people.”

He eyed the Doctor wearily. There was no way he was pulling Coops into this mess. If and when he got off this planet, he was blacklisting it. He did not care why. He did not care that these people knew nothing about the device that was sitting in the middle of a abandoned area. He was well within his rights at the XO of the Vedic Project to do so. The trust and alliance these people could have received was no longer a priority. “Why?” he tipped his head, “So you could bring her here and brand her a mental case without hearing her side? Isn’t what you did with us? Branded us mental cased without hearing our sides? We requested to see the Mayor, and we are here without our consents.” No one said making allies was going to be easier.

Anger flared in his eyes and rippled all over his body at the implication that he would even harm her, looking the Melinas or whatever his name was, “Are you saying I would hurt my own wife?” If the man wasn’t careful, he was going to see what Bobby was capable of. He had only punched Cowden, this mans face he could easily re-arrange.

2205
Outside/ Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

The possible fallout from this mess was going to take a long to correct. Algan knew or at least had a feeling it was. He was sure this would come back to haunt them if actions were not taken faster. “Officer Naral,” Algan, bellowed as walked through the door, “You will explain what is the meaning of this? All of it.”

Befroe the man could speak, “Bear in mind,” he spoke, “you must choose your words carefully. Because all this, I assure you will be heard by the Senator Anjali. I’ll take this matter to the highest order if these men are not of our world.”

Tag: Blake Warren Nick Harper

[Blake Warren]

2203
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Elias listened as his patient talked. Compared to the police's account of the men ranting like lunatics and pointing guns at them in the secure zone of the airport, he seemed fairly rational. He scratched notes down in his notebook.

"I get the feeling you're not taking your situation seriously, Nicholas." Elias tapped his pen on the book, then sat down on the padding on the floor. "So, convince me you're not delusional. Prove you're really, well, an alien. Do you have any powers or anatomical differences to show me you aren't Therian?"

It was as good an opening as any. "Your friends are on the first floor of the asylum. We thoroughly medically examined one of them for condition," Elias rifled his notes, "Bake? I'm sure Ronder misspelled that. He was physically  indistinguishable from a Therian, and you're speaking our language. As a medical man yourself, I'm sure you can see why I'm skeptical that you're alien." Though he pinched his own brown skin thoughtfully. All three of them were stunningly pale in comparison to almost any Therian. He could see the blood running under Nicholas' skin even. Maybe, maybe.
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2203
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Melnis raised an eyebrow. "Two names for one man would seem a bit excessive. And confusing."

"I am hearing your side, right now. A man who is physically just like me, speaks just like me, but claims he's from another planet when science knows for a fact that we Therians are alone in the universe." He was making notes, attacking the delusion with logic rarely worked, but it was a viable strategy nevertheless.

"Merely asking a question, Bobby. I would certainly have some objections to my committed rampaging around the airport with guns, before I treated her for her own sicknesses." Galia had been much happier once she'd been cured after one of his first procedure with an orbitoclast.
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2205
Outside/Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Naral had come back after his shift to find out how the men he'd arrested were, and to tell the hospital the PD had no luck finding any of them in any government records.

He rolled his eyes as the historian went on. Historian, could there be a more useless profession? It was the study for someone who had failed out of Underwater Basket Weaving. Mentioning the senator didn't really impress, he was just a low-paid airport cop doing his job and he'd done it more than by the book.

"We arrested three mentally disturbed men out in the secure zone of the airport who were running around with body armor and guns, before they were able to do any harm. They claimed to be from another planet who got here by a magic ring. We managed to keep them docile enough to bring them to the hospital and the orderlies were able to subdue them for evaluation. I woke Judge Akahi to get an emergency psych hold ruled on in the affirmative."

Naral shrugged. "My part was done once the orderlies took them. The rest is with the asylum director and Ciana the head nurse."

<<Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr, Nick Harper>>

[Nick Harper]

2204
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

"I get the feeling you're not taking your situation seriously, Nicholas."
Ah yes, one of his downfalls, he could never seem to take things seriously when in fact people were mistaken, he could be very serious when he needed to be, but he could not help but also try to find some humor in everything. "So, convince me you're not delusional. Prove you're really, well, an alien. Do you have any powers or anatomical differences to show me you aren't Therian?"

Nick cast a glance at the door when the doctor mentioned where everyone else was located, now he just had to get out of his restraints and figure out how to get to their gear and then get out of there. "Bake? I'm sure Ronder misspelled that. He was physically indistinguishable from a Therian, and you're speaking our language. As a medical man yourself, I'm sure you can see why I'm skeptical that you're alien.”

“It is Blake, not Bake, and the language we are speaking is known to our people as English, it is very common on our home world, though Blake knows several more languages. He is a bit of a nerd sometimes.” Nerd was an understatement, the man was a walking encyclopedia when it came to subjects he liked.

 “So am I speaking your language or are you speaking mine? And I don’t really know a way to prove-“ Nick paused and looked down at his lap then back up, “Want to test some of my blood against yours? Though don’t get me some idiot who can’t find a vein and ends up sticking me a million times because then we’ll have a problem.” Surely there was something that would stand out, “Or you could just let me show you that I know how to use the so called “magic ring” and prove that I am actually not from this planet.”

TAG: Blake Warren

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

2203
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

It was his turn to mimic the raising of the eyebrow. Closing his eyes, he shook his head, “Not when you have other two people in the family named Robert. Having nicknames or short names work better when telling them apart.” It wasn’t like his mother simply could name them Robert 1, 2 and 3; now could she? The idea was hilarious. And he was sure his son was not going to be a happy camper.

He managed to swallow a growl that had been building in his throat for a while already. Looking not to pleased, “I don’t claim to be from another planet, I am from another planet. As for science, it has never been straight cold facts. It’s always changing. And it’s the only thing that keeps proving us wrong, when we think we are right.”

Biting back the urge to have a shot Jack Daniels, Bobby wanted this to be over and done with. He wanted to check on his wife as well. With the baby and front line did not mixed. McKinnon did it due to being military, Iz was a civvie. “Speaking of guns,” he moved the topic of conversation along, “have you seen our weapons? I don’t suppose you have something like those here? Not even the zats!” Zats…. Of course not. They were supposed to be Gould created weapons. “How do you explain their advancement?”

2205
Outside/Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Anger flared out through the nose as Alga, almost glared, “In what way did they look disturbed?” he asked, while he was no doctor, he wasn’t a fool either. “So they were deceived? Brought here without their consents? Did they? Use their weapons? Harmed you or your men?” This was going to blow up on their faces, he could feel that deep inside. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO DECIDE THAT?”

His assistant soon arrived with the papers he had requested. Taking them for the man, “What have you done Naral? This….this…” he waved in the general direction of the place and the men, “blows, I’ll make sure that your head is on the line first.”

Flipping through them, he was trying to find the entry he had saw few weeks ago. It spoke of a ring and travel and beauty on the other side. Coming to the page he was looking for, the man took out his glasses, his lips moved as he read the passage, yet made no sound of the words, “This passage speaks of trade with the Vanara’s allies to the people called the Devas. Trade was on the orders of…..” he read more, “Vali. But suddenly stopped as the travel from that planet.” Turning more pages, he pulled out what appeared to be a gate address and looked at it baffled.

Tag: Blake Warren Nick Harper

[Blake Warren]

2205
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Elias made another note about the correction from Nicholas about Blake's name. Ever since taking the reins, he'd been working to fix the culture around New Sadra State Asylum that used patient room numbers as a shorthand for the patients, sometimes even when speaking to the patient.

Didn't mean even he didn't slip up sometimes and write a prescription for the room number too. He listened to Nicholas' expressing that as far as he was concerned, Elias was speaking his language and not the other way around. A completely unprovable assertion. Maybe a tape recorder? "We could send out blood work, but our own medical facilities are limited, and I'm the only MD, I'm afraid. Dr. Melnis who's visiting is a psychologist, and so are the rest of the doctors on staff. The city hospital won't be able to do non-emergency lab work until morning, I'm afraid."

And besides, Elias didn't relish the idea of taking someone to the city hospital from New Sadra. "Though if you want, we can arrange to transfer you to the city hospital in the morning." He let it have the undertone of, 'I'd rather amputate my own arm then go.'

Elias rubbed his chin thoughtfully and removed his glasses. He knew evidence to the contrary rarely defeated a delusion, but maybe in this case. Nicholas was the youngest of the trio, maybe he'd been pulled into the older men's delusions and could be brought to listen to reason.

Thein still wasn't going to like it, but this was Elias' hospital. "If I do get the permissions to take you back to the airport and let you show me how you get here through the ruins, can I trust you to behave yourself without the binding jacket?"
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2204
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Melnis was writing notes about trying to find these other family members while Bobby talked. It was always easier to proceed with treatment when the family was involved. "But science is provable. We have no proof of life beyond our own world."

Bobby mentioned their weapons. Considering they'd been arrested because they'd been armed in the secure zone of the airport, and months after the tragedy in Terminal 4. "You probably wouldn't be in New Sadra if you hadn't been armed at the airport, Bobby. The police are highly nervous because of the incident at the airport, obviously you know about that. Automatic weapons and tasers are not exactly high technology. I could go out tomorrow if I wanted and buy weapons very close in ability to what the police seized from you. Though the New Sadra state government restricts sales on automatic weapons, which leads to the assumption you came here from across the state line or bought your weapons across the state line in Zoria. The police are ignoring the weapons charges for now while you're being evaluated, of course."
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2205
Outside/Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Naral crossed his arms. Really, some Ivory Tower college academic was going to lecture a cop trying to do his job? "I would say that everybody who didn't die in another incident like the Terminal 4 tragedy last month would be very relieved that the police detained three men with body armor and guns who were in shooting distance of the airport terminals before they could act. They looked disturbed because they had body armor, automatic weapons, and armor piercing bullets, Algan."

As Algan asked about harm, he shook his head. "Please forgive me and my partners for wanting to go home to our wives when confronted with heavily armed suspects. Would you have preferred them to have been gunned down immediately, Algan?"

Ciana had been walking back to the nurse's station from room 149 when she heard Naral arguing with someone. After having 149-B admit to other proclivities, Ciana needed to consult with the doctors. She tilted her head to approach the other man. "Hello, I am Ciana Avari, the head nurse here at New Sadra State Asylum. Can I help you?"
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2204
Patient Room 149
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Ronder was leaning against the door as Ciana left. He shook his head. "Advice from one to another. When she gets back with Radon or Melnis, deny everything you just said about Steve and I'll deny you said anything in your sleep."

Blake blinked in confusion, not getting the orderly's point under the drug. "But I did say it."

The orderly put his hand over his face. "I'll try to get between you and any more chlorpromazine, Blake."

<<tag Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr , Nick Harper >>

[Nick Harper]

2206
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria


"We could send out blood work, but our own medical facilities are limited, and I'm the only MD, I'm afraid. Dr. Melnis who's visiting is a psychologist, and so are the rest of the doctors on staff. The city hospital won't be able to do non-emergency lab work until morning, I'm afraid."

A doctor who seemed hesitant to draw blood, though he respected the man for not wanting to do something he was not skilled in, there were to many doctors out there who thought they knew how to find a vein when they were better off not even bothering and Nick was not about to agree to a transfer, that would be possible being further separated from the others and that was the last thing he wanted. 

"The cephalic vein is pretty easy to stick, just get me a needle and a vial and I can do it myself." he replied, he cringed at the thought of sticking himself but it was not the first time he would have done it. But the good doctor had a better idea, one Nick was more likely to go with, "If I do get the permissions to take you back to the airport and let you show me how you get here through the ruins, can I trust you to behave yourself without the binding jacket?"

Nick nodded, "I will do you one better, if you are willing to take me back to the airport, I will go with the jacket still on if it makes you feel better, even though without it I would not hurt you." he would not hurt him as long as he was sure nothing would happen to the others. 

TAG: Blake Warren

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

2204
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

“Science is also unprovable,” he retorted, “Just cos it proved one thing, don’t mean it can’t un-prove it’s original proof. Just because you have no proof, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” He knew who that felt. His first time in Stargate Command had been the same. Denial. Over the existence of aliens. It had taken a good few weeks to get his head around it. While he was in another galaxy.

He frowned, “Obviously, I don’t. What incident?” The area they had gated to looked abandoned, possibly for years if not for months. Then how was it possible for them to miss the damn gate? “Oh for crying out loud, you still freaking believe that we came from another state? Get your head out of your a$$.”

“A weapon in a shape of a Z isn’t a taser.” He wanted to bang his head on the wall. On the other hand, he did rather take another briefing with Cowden back on Earth than deal with this looney toon. What will it take for them to believe it? He wondered.

2205
Outside/Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

“Oh,” he removed his glasses, “They give any hint that they would start shooting? In fact, did they raise their weapons on you and your men? So they looked disturbed due to what they were wearing? I’m getting confused. I did say it was also foolish not to consider other options. The fact no one is listening to what these men are saying, doesn’t leave us in their good graces, if they say who they are holds true. Even if people are listening, they are simply three men who are insane, making up stories?”

“Gunned down?” he furiously shook his head, “No, my boy. I did rather not risk making their people angry if they came looking for them. We don’t want another war.” He had no idea what SV-1’s people were actually capable of. They could destroy the whole state or even the very planet they lived on. “If we stick to branding them in, we either risk a war or hostile relations; should we need their aid in future.”

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[Blake Warren]

2206
Patient Room 314
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Elias considered it. He'd been a student of the mind for years, ever since Therian medical science had started to crawl out of the dark ages and catch up with the rest of their society's technical advancement.

He'd dealt with many disturbed men, plagued with terrible delusions and horrifying obsessions. He knew what mental disease looked like and this wasn't it. He slipped on his glasses and stood up, then extended a hand to help Nicholas up, or pull him up by the binding jacket rather.

"I'll have to bring an orderly to drive and," he gave a small shrug that transmitted the unspoken, 'to protect me from you.' "Ronder is helping my head nurse with your friend Blake, I'll have him come along. I will also, as a gesture of goodwill, try discontinuing the medication your friend's been given, contingent on reasonable behavior."
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2206
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Melnis rested his head on his hands and marveled at the depth of delusion. "While I'll acknowledge it's a good deal easier to prove a positive than a negative, we have spent several decades broadcasting radio messages to space and listening for any responses."

He was no astronomer but really, everybody knew how small the universe was. "If there were any life in the universe, we would have made contact with it by now. Ergo, you and I and all of us Therians are alone in the universe."

And Bobby really seemed to not know, so Melnis went with it, seeing if he could rattle the man. "A mass killing some months ago at Terminal 4 of the airport, carried out by some anti-government extremists that arm themselves much like you three were. Luckily you were seen by law enforcement before anything could happen. To you, of course. We've worked very diligently with the police to teach them how to deal with ill people."

He waited while making notes. Clearly, reason would not work with this man. And he had younger professionals to demonstrate his techniques for. Once he had Radon's sign-off, he'd operate. A leucotomy would significantly reduce the severity of Bobby's delusions.
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2206
Outside/Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Ciana smiled at Naral as the professor argued. He was just a cop, and she was the psychiatric nurse who could explain to the historian what was obviously far too complex for someone who studied something like history, until she had one of the doctors to speak with him. "Under the circumstances, no real doctor would fault the police for being overly cautious. You can leave, Officer, the doctors and I will handle explaining our treatment protocols."

As he continued, she shook her head. "Are you really saying we take someone seriously who says they're from another planet, when all scientific fact agrees that we are alone in the universe? 'Making up stories' is hardly a fair way to describe mental delusions, and we are listening to them, as part of standard psychiatric treatment. My patient is responding very well to chlorpromazine, I believe I can allow you to meet him actually so you can see for yourself that they're being well-treated and most definitely not from another planet."

Ciana gestured down the hall toward patient room 149. "149-B is the man I'm currently handling, 148 is being handled by Dr. Thein Melnis and evaluated for his cutting-edge psychosurgical techniques." She paused, considering that someone who studied history wouldn't understand such things. "That's surgery meant to help cure mental diseases, just like a doctor operating to remove a swollen appendix. 314 is being treated by Dr. Elias Radon, the head of the asylum."

She chuckled. "I can assure you, meet my patient and you won't entertain their delusions as fact for a moment longer. Though, I would recommend being, cautious. This man has proclivities other than his delusions that may offend normal men."

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

2206
Patient Room 148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

While Melins marveled at his delusion, in return Bobby did the same. With a shake of his head, the Captain tried to wrap his head around the narrowness of the mind of these people made him want to have a drink or few. Given he was much sober since arriving in the Galaxy, but these people might be the undoing of his hard work. “Any plans on what you were going to do if you got a response back? Cheer and open a bottle of bubby?”

“Contact by now? Really?” They had a contact and the treatment they got was shocking to say. He was now intruded on this development, and wanted to know more, “Let assume they came or come. They look like you, speak your language….are you going to brand them mental too and throw them in Asylum? I can see why they haven’t made contact.” If he had known this before coming to his planet, he would have dialed right back rather than coming to town exploring. Leaning back, “For the record, I’m not a Therian. I’m a Tau’ri.”

“Do you have any idea just how big the universe is?” The damn thing was ever expanding; ever changing. Planets were being creating, being destroyed. Cycle was out there as well.

“I can understand that,” he told him, “losing people is never easy. I can see why it was done, but for love of god, don’t hold that our heads.” But he was also starting to get pi$$ed, “Branding us mental is not going to help you or your men or your planet in the long run. I can assure you of that.” His anger was bubbling under the calm he showed. And he was no a delusional man, not by a long shot. Therians narrow minds and thinking would their undoing when it came building relations with them. From what he could tell, they had no guidelines on ET contact and probably no SOP on meet and greet.

2206
Outside/Entrance
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Algan sighed, “I’m saying we are not taking it seriously,” he pushed his glasses back up his nose, “Just so the facts states it, doesn’t mean facts can’t change. Are we really going to be narrow minded and follow what the facts say? My historical fact states otherwise.” Algan simply shook his head at the mention. “I did like to meet one of them.” He was starting to feel appalled at what he was hearing.

“I don’t care what you recommend. My main concern are our visitors and the fact they might who they say they are.” At this rate they might end up being alone in the universe.

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