As the card players continue their game, The Colonel's abundance of chips growing, Major Davis will stand up, leaning over the chair.
"The device sounds interesting- I know we have a shortage of qualified people in Ms. Rampal's position. You should talk that over with Dr. Felger or Dr. Lee, and see if you can get funding and time for it."
He'll stack his chips, looking small in comparison to Colonel Johnson's pile, "If you'll excuse me, I'll be-"
A voice will be heard echoing through the complex.
"UNSCHEDULED OFF-WORLD ACTIVATION. REPEAT, UNSCHEDULED OFF-WORLD ACTIVATION."
"Or not, then."
The few people remaining will get up from their tables, and start heading toward the door, at a controled jog. Wanting to move quickly, but remain calm.
As they get up to leave, many leave their laptops and newspapers behind, heading for the exit.
Turning to Julian, "You should go to your assigned station. If you don't have one yet, the labs should be good."
The Major will walk to the emergency phone, and pick it up, talking out of auditory range.
The team of chefs will head out of the kitchen, and toward the door. One of them will have spilled some sort of red-sauce on his outfit, and is leaving footprints.
One of the SGC personell will turn around, and grab his laptop before he exits the door, rememberig the SGC procedure to avoid leaving any potential classified information in a public area, in case of enemy invasion.
As people hurry out of the room, a bowl of pudding will smash into the floor, shattering into 300 pieces of saftey glass.
As the Major talks on the phone, He'll gesture to the Colonel to come over, pointing to the receiver.