"The Taldor. Justice," Daniel offered, not entirely helpfully. "Glowing beam of light, disembodied voices, very ah, stringent sense of justice?"
There might be some sort of disconnect between the two sides of the Stargate. Or the Capitol had their own story to tell the people who came here.
The archaeologist tried to ignore the way she studied him. He'd been stared at, poked and prodded before on other planets. Pinched a few times on PX-536 and just about everywhere; the bug aliens there had been morbidly fascinated by his "fleshiness". Most of it was curiosity, either of him or what he wore, which was alien and new. The last planet had aliens that hadn't known what to make of the tactical vest or really, clothes in general. That had been something to see; Jack and Sam had decided to try to look everywhere but at the very naked aliens (but professionally - they were looking for threats, of course), and Teal'c...well, Teal'c had looked as impassive as always. When Daniel had removed his boonie to scratch at his head, they'd nearly jumped a mile in the air in fright, and half of them had scattered. Once he had managed to get them calm enough to talk, he'd found out that they thought he'd removed a portion of his head.
This woman was looking at him as if he were a fixer-upper. One she wasn't sure could be rescued. Daniel tried to keep the growing frown to himself. Then he was glad he did when she spoke again; so this was one of the older Tributes, someone who had killed plenty to survive.
"Um....congrats, I guess." He looked intensely uncomfortable for a moment, especially when she started primping her hair as if she'd just won the Nobel Prize or something. What else could you say? Congratulations you didn't die, congratulations for killing everyone else, letting God sort them out?
Even if she was joking, he thought it in bad taste. Daniel faltered, then gamely went on. The more he understood about the place, got other people's views, the better his chances. "Is that how it works? People accused of crimes get sent here for these Hunger Games? Or are they," and despite the subject, Daniel found himself starting to warm to a theory, "literally tributes like in Ōllamaliztl or to serve as a proxy for warfare. Or maybe to help settle a territorial dispute."
Sorry Eva, One day he'll shut up.
There might be some sort of disconnect between the two sides of the Stargate. Or the Capitol had their own story to tell the people who came here.
The archaeologist tried to ignore the way she studied him. He'd been stared at, poked and prodded before on other planets. Pinched a few times on PX-536 and just about everywhere; the bug aliens there had been morbidly fascinated by his "fleshiness". Most of it was curiosity, either of him or what he wore, which was alien and new. The last planet had aliens that hadn't known what to make of the tactical vest or really, clothes in general. That had been something to see; Jack and Sam had decided to try to look everywhere but at the very naked aliens (but professionally - they were looking for threats, of course), and Teal'c...well, Teal'c had looked as impassive as always. When Daniel had removed his boonie to scratch at his head, they'd nearly jumped a mile in the air in fright, and half of them had scattered. Once he had managed to get them calm enough to talk, he'd found out that they thought he'd removed a portion of his head.
This woman was looking at him as if he were a fixer-upper. One she wasn't sure could be rescued. Daniel tried to keep the growing frown to himself. Then he was glad he did when she spoke again; so this was one of the older Tributes, someone who had killed plenty to survive.
"Um....congrats, I guess." He looked intensely uncomfortable for a moment, especially when she started primping her hair as if she'd just won the Nobel Prize or something. What else could you say? Congratulations you didn't die, congratulations for killing everyone else, letting God sort them out?
Even if she was joking, he thought it in bad taste. Daniel faltered, then gamely went on. The more he understood about the place, got other people's views, the better his chances. "Is that how it works? People accused of crimes get sent here for these Hunger Games? Or are they," and despite the subject, Daniel found himself starting to warm to a theory, "literally tributes like in Ōllamaliztl or to serve as a proxy for warfare. Or maybe to help settle a territorial dispute."