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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Team
Categories: Thor, Asgard, team, angst, friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:eve11
Author's Website: Eve's fic on LJ
Link: An Empirical Study of Entropic Principles in Complex Systems
Why This Must Be Read: This is rich, and aching, and hints at a vast expanse of lost history and background that we -- and SG-1 -- can never, ever know.
SG-1 among the Asgard, in all their alien and incomprehensible glory. Read this slowly, and savor.
". . . it's got to be older than that," Daniel explained, his tone hushed but adamant in the still space. "The chairs are proportioned for almost human standards, and collected in numbers for typical social groups, which in the vast majority of cases is a family unit. When was the last time the Asgard had family units?"
Carter's eyes tracked the walls and ceiling. "But the polymers are pristine, not even faded around the light structures. They don't have the resources to maintain luxuries like this. So, we're talking perfect preservation across thousands of years."
"It's not so far-fetched, Sam. Look at this architecture; it's playful, inventive, young--"
"Populist," Teal'c offered, halting the conversation and drawing both sets of blue eyes to him in unison. Jack chuckled at the mild flummoxing of the Wonder Twins, but Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow, and continued.
"A Goa'uld space this large would always have a throne or altar. But here, there is no focal point. There is no way to force all eyes to a single man, nor even to a single ship or point in the docking bay. It is like no 'observation platform' I have ever seen."
"I think the design details have a lot to do with acoustics, too," Sam said. "Did you notice how the sound stays pocketed around you, even in this large of a space?"
"Yeah, I did," Jack said quietly. "It must have been great for crowds."
There were no crowds now. Now, the effect gave the place an otherworldly warmth, a hungry echo of a distant, bustling past. It struck the rest of his team then, too, all at once. That notion of scale, that impression, not of child-sized aliens scattered across the surface of a relic, but of people. Thousands and thousands of them, filling this space, living thousands and thousands of lives.
Categories: Thor, Asgard, team, angst, friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
eve11Author's Website: Eve's fic on LJ
Link: An Empirical Study of Entropic Principles in Complex Systems
Why This Must Be Read: This is rich, and aching, and hints at a vast expanse of lost history and background that we -- and SG-1 -- can never, ever know.
SG-1 among the Asgard, in all their alien and incomprehensible glory. Read this slowly, and savor.
". . . it's got to be older than that," Daniel explained, his tone hushed but adamant in the still space. "The chairs are proportioned for almost human standards, and collected in numbers for typical social groups, which in the vast majority of cases is a family unit. When was the last time the Asgard had family units?"
Carter's eyes tracked the walls and ceiling. "But the polymers are pristine, not even faded around the light structures. They don't have the resources to maintain luxuries like this. So, we're talking perfect preservation across thousands of years."
"It's not so far-fetched, Sam. Look at this architecture; it's playful, inventive, young--"
"Populist," Teal'c offered, halting the conversation and drawing both sets of blue eyes to him in unison. Jack chuckled at the mild flummoxing of the Wonder Twins, but Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow, and continued.
"A Goa'uld space this large would always have a throne or altar. But here, there is no focal point. There is no way to force all eyes to a single man, nor even to a single ship or point in the docking bay. It is like no 'observation platform' I have ever seen."
"I think the design details have a lot to do with acoustics, too," Sam said. "Did you notice how the sound stays pocketed around you, even in this large of a space?"
"Yeah, I did," Jack said quietly. "It must have been great for crowds."
There were no crowds now. Now, the effect gave the place an otherworldly warmth, a hungry echo of a distant, bustling past. It struck the rest of his team then, too, all at once. That notion of scale, that impression, not of child-sized aliens scattered across the surface of a relic, but of people. Thousands and thousands of them, filling this space, living thousands and thousands of lives.
