Day 31, After Midnight, Quarters

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By the time the initial damage assessments were done, the marines and civilians sorted out, and Rodney safely checked out and put into an infirmary bed to sleep, it was nearing one o'clock. Of course, in Atlantis with it's wacky day length, one o'clock was a rather more unpleasant time of night than it was back on earth. After checking in one

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John's mouth quirked upwards and he started to snicker, stopping the instant Evan looked back at him and doing his best to look just tired rather than tired and amused.

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John tugged his own boots off and then pulled another chair over so he could rest his feet on it. After a minute, he said, "So. That was...different, I guess."

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"You'd think they'd have locked the door or made it a little harder to turn the stupid container off, would you?" John rubbed his head. "I mean, seriously, a warning sign would have been nice. And maybe a gene-lock like everything else."

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"Yeah, but they've got the gate shield and the sensors and the gene thing, so it's not like they're complete idiots, right?" John paused to take his shirt off, then thoughtfully said, "Maybe whoever was running that project was just spending a little too much time in that lounge down the hall."

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"We found this big lounge with a bunch of couches around hookahs," John explained. "Uh, they're sort of like big bongs. Only not."