Post Mission Party At The Bar

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Its time to unwind, relax and receive news of home. A pod pop occurred while some were on a mission and it's time to meet up with new friends, drink well with old, and relax.The Drunken Dragon has opened its doors and stands ready and willing to assist in forgetting the trials those on the mission experienced.




OOC: If you want a specific barmaid, just put their name in the subject. Otherwise, enjoy, intermingle and do as you like.

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[hi_there_aliens]

Eva was a smart woman. It couldn't be two hard to piece it together, the library and right now. This was different than admitting it to Kendra, and where Daniel had been willing to speak about Sha're to her, he was a lot less willing to do the same right now with Eva. Not that he could think up a single out at the moment, so he gave up trying. Daniel just pushed the cup away. He could probably just go back to his quarters and work on this there.

When Eva spoke again, Daniel just lifted his head and stared at her for a second, unbelieving. It was such an awkward switch to a ridiculously mundane, and most people would say, bland, subject that Daniel snorted. He knew what it was. Anyone could see what Eva was trying to do, but really, he didn't think it was her responsibility to try and ease him back into the conversation. She had plenty to worry about besides him.

"I don't remember that much of it," Daniel said, unwilling to blow her off.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Her responsibility, no. She has trouble not taking on responsibility in the wake of her infestation, but this is not one of those cases. It's not her responsibility to drag him from the darkness she's coaxed him into.

But Daniel's her friend, and it's her desire.

"Oh, come on now. You see your first legitimate sun in weeks and you don't even notice it? I haven't soaked up vitamin D since XaXing." How can it not bother her to be in a bigger cage?

[hi_there_aliens]

Eva, if anything, had an astounding tenacity when she wanted to pursue something. She wasn't going to let Daniel have the peace and quiet to think too much about Sha're, or what was happening to her right now, which for a moment, irritated Daniel. It just seemed absurd, meaningless to even talk about the weather when there was a lot worse going on all over. Eva had to know that.

Now that she pointed it, they hadn't seen an actual sun in awhile, had they? Maybe it was a mark of working in Cheyenne Mountain for so long now. Granted, he'd never gone weeks without getting top side, but he had gone days cooped up in his office before. He hadn't realized it at all. The interior of Stacy was so massive that sometimes it was easy to forgot they were on a ship. Kind of like trying to comprehend that Earth was really just a tiny rock in an impossibly vast space every single day.

"I really didn't notice. There was a lot going on," Daniel tried to explain hastily. It still sounded weak anyway, especially considering that Jack was always drilling it into him to notice everything. Even weather and time of day could mean all the difference. Something about tactics. Daniel had always been more interested in what weather might have on developing culture than tactics. "Really? Do you have any idea when the next shore leave is due?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

One of the things Eva always had a lot of time for, during her infestation, was thinking. Thinking while Edriss stole her face, thinking while chained to the portable pool, thinking while trying to pretend she was anywhere but in her cage of a body. Thinking never accomplished much; it compounded on hurts, allowed her to take a painfully accurate assessment of her situation, brushed away any delusions she could concoct for herself about freedom or worth.

She doesn't see the point of dwelling. She sees no point in allowing Daniel to indulge in it. What can he do, but acknowledge his own powerlessness to save his wife? Acknowledge it over and over again, as if each time over again is a revelation, a penance to what he can't change. She knows men like him. She knows that defeat and sorrow are as warm and comfortable as success and peace, or at least, more comfortable than the middle ground. So she doesn't want to let him dwell.

She shrugs. "I never have any idea what Stacy's up to. I don't think even the Command staff knows. It's a shame though. I've always loved the sunlight. It must be the Californian in me."

And she never got any sun when her body was up in space. Not any sun that felt like sun. "I just hope the hangover I get from the next shore leave isn't nearly as bad as I got from the one on XaXing. I think I spent the whole day in bed."