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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !location: sensoriums,
- !plot: steampunk cowboys,
- !status: open,
- aeryn sun,
- allenby beardsley,
- applejack,
- ashley j. williams,
- cazali,
- chell,
- daniel jackson,
- eleventh doctor,
- elisa maza,
- erhart,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- ian chesterton,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- john crichton,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- maxine hunkel/cyclone,
- rachel berenson,
- red xiii (nanaki),
- tetsuwan atom/astro boy,
- the master,
- tim drake/red robin,
- vala mal doran,
- wakka,
- wheatley
Shore Leave: Geartopia [Open to All]
||Attention all crewmen, shore leave is now in progress, attention crewmen, shore leave is now in progress...||
Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet.
Planet Designation: Geartopia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens, Homo Animalia, Machina Erectus.
Water: 20.6% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like, Arid desert
Landscape: 70% Desert..
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife, humanoids and plant-life can be hazardous.
Nomalanga has given us a map with which areas to avoid.
Mission: Shore leave, and preparing for an attack in a few days, planet's time. Nomalanga has promised food, clothing and animals in exchange for your cooperation in aiding her.
Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet and granting intelligence to some native species. Of course you wouldn't know this apart from the giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town. They are formed in a circle formation that might remind those who come from earth of Stonehenge, only built out of a much more study device. This is what Nomalanga used to contact you. The rocks cannot be moved and any attacks on them will be useless. The Wild Ones will come out of the forest at night, leaving a trace of plants as they go back and fro their own forest. The technology the elder aliens left them allows for contact with Stacy but otherwise there is nothing futuristic going on on the planet - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part the population respects this.
All except Snidley and his goons, of course. Thankfully most of them have gone into hiding once their plot was found out. In fact, Nomalanga and those still loyal to her are busy working on making this planned attack, and getting the townspeople ready for it.
You can also find a few remains of their culture scattered around the land in the form of large stone carvings around the town, in between a wooden tavern bar or used as a sort of tribute, covered in dry plants. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest. Few dare go in, due to it being the territory of the Wild Ones.
As you walk around, you notice that the technology is steampunk with a cowboy flare; there is one train that comes from the towns every morning at 6am and leaves at 9pm. Horses can be rented for a price (some normal, some like this), chariot rides as well. Gears and dark clothing seem to be the norm, possibly due that their source of leather. The inhabitants are mostly humans, humanoid animals, alien natives and steampunk robots.
But enough of that, let's see what you can do here:
- Saloon and bars of all sizes, most comically named with an object, and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town, but those on the western side are more sympathetic towards Snidley and hate strangers with a passion. Do not go there unless you're ready to fight a few of them.
They do, however, have the best drinks, and card games.
There are hotels with gear pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.
There is also a small carnival with steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.
Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world. Think of it much like lactos intolerance. It's a chance you take eating it. However if you do, it tastes much like an orange, strawberry and a banana were put together in a blender.
As thanks for helping her out, anyone stepping into the city is given by the mayoress as part of her exchange bartering price, one cowboy hat (all brown), one pair of steampunk goggles, a steampunk vest, and, most importantly, one part of leathersnake steampunk boots. This is a gift for anyone who is just visiting to blend with the locals and to prove she's honest about her dealings. As if it wasn't obvious after the first mission, in any case. She'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days.
And hey, if you're up to it, you can help with a little cleanup. After all most people here don't know your skills. However, it's also calm and quiet in the farms. You want to do some honest work for a day, they'll give you some of their seeds in exchange. The system seems to be based more on services and barter than any money.
There is still currency and Stacy has given you a few golden coins, spend them wisely. A few farms are opened up to sleep for free, if you don't mind being with the animals.
The General store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for anyone on the ship to by. You can try to barter.
Oh and news travels fast. Cause problems, and Nomalanga won't be too happy about it.
[OKAY ALL DONE GO FOR IT. You are also free to create additional places, to post your own private logs involving the town! Contact me if you need extra information about Geartopia either via PM to things_go_boom's account or by AIM, I'll be happy to answer. NPC goons if you want to do a bunch of bar fights, just think typical cowboy stuff. Shore leave will last until the 31st and players can go to and from the ship to the city each day, so you can have your characters stay for a day or two and then come back.
People in the miniplots, the mini plots will start up in a few days! There will also be a general fight for anyone who wants to join in on the 29th. Thank you and enjoy yourselves!]
Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet.
Planet Designation: Geartopia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens, Homo Animalia, Machina Erectus.
Water: 20.6% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like, Arid desert
Landscape: 70% Desert..
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife, humanoids and plant-life can be hazardous.
Nomalanga has given us a map with which areas to avoid.
Mission: Shore leave, and preparing for an attack in a few days, planet's time. Nomalanga has promised food, clothing and animals in exchange for your cooperation in aiding her.
Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet and granting intelligence to some native species. Of course you wouldn't know this apart from the giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town. They are formed in a circle formation that might remind those who come from earth of Stonehenge, only built out of a much more study device. This is what Nomalanga used to contact you. The rocks cannot be moved and any attacks on them will be useless. The Wild Ones will come out of the forest at night, leaving a trace of plants as they go back and fro their own forest. The technology the elder aliens left them allows for contact with Stacy but otherwise there is nothing futuristic going on on the planet - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part the population respects this.
All except Snidley and his goons, of course. Thankfully most of them have gone into hiding once their plot was found out. In fact, Nomalanga and those still loyal to her are busy working on making this planned attack, and getting the townspeople ready for it.
You can also find a few remains of their culture scattered around the land in the form of large stone carvings around the town, in between a wooden tavern bar or used as a sort of tribute, covered in dry plants. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest. Few dare go in, due to it being the territory of the Wild Ones.
As you walk around, you notice that the technology is steampunk with a cowboy flare; there is one train that comes from the towns every morning at 6am and leaves at 9pm. Horses can be rented for a price (some normal, some like this), chariot rides as well. Gears and dark clothing seem to be the norm, possibly due that their source of leather. The inhabitants are mostly humans, humanoid animals, alien natives and steampunk robots.
But enough of that, let's see what you can do here:
- Saloon and bars of all sizes, most comically named with an object, and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town, but those on the western side are more sympathetic towards Snidley and hate strangers with a passion. Do not go there unless you're ready to fight a few of them.
They do, however, have the best drinks, and card games.
There are hotels with gear pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.
There is also a small carnival with steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.
Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world. Think of it much like lactos intolerance. It's a chance you take eating it. However if you do, it tastes much like an orange, strawberry and a banana were put together in a blender.
As thanks for helping her out, anyone stepping into the city is given by the mayoress as part of her exchange bartering price, one cowboy hat (all brown), one pair of steampunk goggles, a steampunk vest, and, most importantly, one part of leathersnake steampunk boots. This is a gift for anyone who is just visiting to blend with the locals and to prove she's honest about her dealings. As if it wasn't obvious after the first mission, in any case. She'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days.
And hey, if you're up to it, you can help with a little cleanup. After all most people here don't know your skills. However, it's also calm and quiet in the farms. You want to do some honest work for a day, they'll give you some of their seeds in exchange. The system seems to be based more on services and barter than any money.
There is still currency and Stacy has given you a few golden coins, spend them wisely. A few farms are opened up to sleep for free, if you don't mind being with the animals.
The General store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for anyone on the ship to by. You can try to barter.
Oh and news travels fast. Cause problems, and Nomalanga won't be too happy about it.
[OKAY ALL DONE GO FOR IT. You are also free to create additional places, to post your own private logs involving the town! Contact me if you need extra information about Geartopia either via PM to things_go_boom's account or by AIM, I'll be happy to answer. NPC goons if you want to do a bunch of bar fights, just think typical cowboy stuff. Shore leave will last until the 31st and players can go to and from the ship to the city each day, so you can have your characters stay for a day or two and then come back.
People in the miniplots, the mini plots will start up in a few days! There will also be a general fight for anyone who wants to join in on the 29th. Thank you and enjoy yourselves!]
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"Spanish, right." Vala reiterated with a slow nod, any previous venom or biting sarcasm completely devoid from her voice now. "Thank you." She said quietly.
"You're still there Daniel because you believe in what we're doing and why we're doing it." It wasn't a lie, it wasn't the entire truth either, but it was a genuine heartfelt response. Vala didn't know if he should know or not, but she didn't think now was the time, regardless.
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Not the most intelligent response ever, but Vala spelled it out enough. So Jack did move on, he'd stayed on because he felt like there was something beyond getting his wife and and revenge. Daniel relaxed in a way he hadn't in a long time. So there was hope. Not that he didn't trust Jack, but it was nice having confirmation. All he had to do was keep trying.
It would be nice if she were more specific, but there was that whole thing about beggars and choosing.
Daniel reveled in it anyway, enjoyed it for it was. It struck him belatedly that Vala had fallen quiet. Not exactly silent, as in ignoring him, but she felt subdued. Maybe she was drunk enough to miss the slip, but unless she was one of those drunks who had mood swings, something weird just happened. One moment she was doing everything short of leering at him, the next, she'd gone quiet and almost meek. It was kinda creeping him out. He barely knew her, but what he did know was Vala wasn't meek or quiet. He'd just started getting used to her being pushy and a little obnoxious.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"You okay?
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"Apart from being obscenely drunk, why wouldn't I be?" It was as flippant as she could muster, whether he believed her or not didn't matter, as long as he dropped it.
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"I don't know. You just went weird there for a second." He suppressed the cringe. Like he knew what was normal for her. Daniel almost sounded like she did, except Vala at least had some story why she knew him, and from what he'd heard so far, there was some foundation to it. He, on the other hand,had as much rights to acting like he knew her as he did telling Sam her business as a Captain.
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When it really mattered Vala lied easily, albeit there was an unmistakeable level of hurried dismissal to her reply. She rolled away from him and buried a hand under the pillow plumping it up into her face as she did, and stared off into the darkness of the room.
"Besides, you'll get used to me being weird and unpredictable. It's a talent of mine. I've practiced." She added with much more of her usual sass.
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"What makes you think we're going to be attached to the hip?" Daniel didn't ask it to be malicious, he asked it out of pure curiosity. Everything she said up until now was another hint dropped about what their relationship was in his future, like sand left trailed into a house, leaving Daniel to pick at the pieces here and there. Good friends? Maybe. They must be close.
Daniel tried to imagine it. It wasn't easy. He didn't have that many good friends outside of SG-1, the kind you fought next to, died next to, or maybe-best friends like Jack, the kind who put up the worst of you sometimes and still wanted to hang out.
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"Why the hell are you even from years ago anyway?" Vala spat out angrily as if it was all his fault. "How does that work, how is that fair, how is that even possible? You know what, Daniel... forget it. Forget the whole thing. I'll go."
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The archaeologist mouth dropped, completely stunned by the diatribe that followed. Why aren't you the one I know?! Why couldn't you be him?! Underneath it was a faint current of, 'it's your fault you're not him and your fault you can't be him '.
"What the hell is this all about?" Daniel pulled himself up as well. He inched himself further along the bed, putting himself closer to the door if he needed to intercept her before they could talk. So it was his fault Stacy thought he was worth saving over most of his Earth. Heck, he'd be the first in line to say he didn't agree with the decision. He wasn't worth more than the average person, and the thought that he'd been chosen over other people, children especially, sickened him. There were better people out there. He wasn't one of them.
"You don't have to leave," Daniel scooted another inch. "I'll go. You shouldn't risk the stairs right now"
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She was back to being the outsider again, all that work she'd put into making Daniel believe in her and trust her and now she was the equivalent of some woman he'd met years ago briefly and had forgotten completely. She knew he was just feeling obligated to her because of her story. Vala's emotions had been slowly mounting ever since she arrived, she'd ignored them and pushed them back til the only possible outlet was an explosive outburst like this. The drunkenness probably didn't help either.
"Oh stop being so nice, Daniel. I survived perfectly well on my own for years, I think I can negotiate a few stairs without killing myself." The way she said it wasn't half as hard as she'd have liked. She wanted to sound like she didn't care about him either way, that he was something she was tolerating, not vice versa.
"Do you want to know the truth about me?" Vala was barely holding the tears back, but she refused to give in to it. "I lied and cheated and stole, I lied my way into the SGC, and I've done nothing but cause problems ever since. That's the truth of it. So I really think I should go, it's best for everyone."
She got to her feet, stumbling round the end of the bed unsteadily in the dark. Vala just wanted to run.
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Maybe she had survived on her own for years, but it only took one accident, one lapse and you suffered for it. Taleen had been something of an unpleasant reminder of the fact. Getting overconfident or even making assumptions at this stage wasn't a good idea, and Vala, whatever she claimed, was drunk. Dead drunk. She was taking this room. It wasn't up for debate as far as he saw it. There were plenty of places he could go if she wanted to be alone, but she was not risking the stairs. Or starting a bar fight or something. "Well you're not going to tonight. If you want me gone, I can do that."
Vala apparently didn't do things halfway and an emotional explosion, which he was the source of, was one of them. Even without his glasses, he could see the faint shimmer on her eyes that betrayed her. No matter how she tried to hide it, what he'd said had affected her more badly than he thought. His fingers dug furrows into the slightly scratchy sheets. Was she telling the truth? He'd seen hints of the lying and cheating back on previous shore leave, but she made it seem like a way of life.
Had the everything she said been a lie? She could be lying to him right now.
Daniel got up a split second after she did. His muscles, fooled into thinking they actually had some downtime, flinched in response at the abrupt rise. Either he'd worked harder than he thought or he didn't work hard enough recently and it was coming back to haunt him. It only proved he needed to work on his shape more. He'd gone on worse digs, worse missions certainty, than a day working with the locals.
"The SGC wouldn't have let you stay without a good reason. They're not stupid," Daniel didn't want to say it, but it was left up in the air between them; unless you lied about being there too. He stepped around the bed, not quite blocking the way. "Whatever you think about yourself, they obviously see something in you."
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She was trying to find her boots that she'd kicked off but was just managing to trip and stumble clumsily in the way that only drunks can seem to pull off. Avoiding hitting her shin on the end of the bed just wasn't going to happen. This was stupid she thought as she cursed in her home language calling the bed something it didn't really deserve - it probably didn't even have a mother, never mind an unmarried one, nor was its lineage likely to be questionable - Why was she flailing around in the dark? Vala pulled the cord attached to the light fitting and tried to avoid eye contact with Daniel in the newly lit room. Aggravatedly she scooped a boot up hastily and tried to shove a foot into it while it was still laced, needless to say she wasn't having much luck. Why were the simplest of tasks such a challenge right now? Her body's timing in deciding to get wasted was as bad as the Universe's in transplanting her here.
"I'm a liar and a thief, Daniel." She hop stumbled towards where he'd put her gun, still trying to get the blasted boot on. "And the only person that ever believed in me beyond that, was you." She wanted to say that he wasn't that man yet, but that wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault. None of this was fair. Not for her and not for him. His wife was dead and she didn't think she could bear to be around him knowing that.
"I took you for a fool, and you swallowed it." She clenched her jaw, putting as much nasty weight into her words as she could, even letting out a small sardonic laugh to fight the glaze in her eyes. He needed to hate her, because she knew for the first time that she actually loved him and she just couldn't do this.
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"I'm not him. But everyone deserves a chance until they prove otherwise." Daniel's patience wasn't infinite, nor was he a saint. The Goa'uld fell into the 'kill them all, no questions asked' category. Thievery and scamming might have come from a way to survive, but it didn't necessarily mean she should be written off as a bad person. There was much worse in the galaxy. Until she started murdering or torturing people, he was willing to wait first, get to know her more before he formed a solid opinion.
The very thing that pissed her off also saved Daniel from taking the personal digs, well, personally. He didn't know Vala as well as the future him apparently did, and what she meant as hurtful didn't quite hit home as strongly as it could have.
Besides, so far she hadn't said anything worse about him than the academic community already had.
"And what's happening now might've changed everything. I'm no expert in quantum physics or mechanics, but wouldn't the very fact we've been plucked out of our own timelines generate a new reality or future? Or branch off somehow? In a way, it might be a fresh start here."
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"No." Vala glared at him, despite the fact that a tear had spilled over now. But she had decided that maybe standing still would work better, face him down without falling around the room like a stupid drunk. "See, you don't know me. I'll take that fresh start and I'll... I'll just use it to hurt you," Vala's voice croaked the words out, "I'll implicate you in something, let you take the blame, steal from you. I have no idea what, but there'll be something Daniel. Trust me."
Vala turned and looked at the wall beside her for a good few seconds wondering where to go from here, there was nothing of note on it, she just couldn't look at him. She had no truths she could share. Sha're was dead and he was still living in hope. A hope that could never match up to her own hopes, and one she couldn't take away from him. She closed her eyes briefly, pushing her jawline down in resignation as she shook her head hopelessly. This wasn't going to work, and somehow she knew she was just going to have to learn to deal with this.
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But not like this. Underneath all her confidence and bluster earlier was a mass of self-loathing, and maybe she'd gotten in his way, put him in one of her scams, but he didn't think she deserved this. She wasn't as bad as she made herself sound. Vala had a choice too. It wasn't like she was forced to do any of those things. If she knew she was capable of lying and using people, and just as importantly, knew it wasn't the right thing to do, it was a first step. And if she was conscious of the tendency, even the possibility, she could choose whether to do it or not. She wasn't as hopeless a case as she thought she was. If she was this broken, then letting her wander alone, inhibitions down, was the worst thing anyone could let her do at the moment. If she wanted to yell at him the entire night, compare him to the future-him more, fine. He could sit there for it. But she was staying here the night where he could keep an eye on her.
Daniel licked his lips. Then he took another cautious step closer. "You didn't let me take the blame on the last shore leave. You had the chance to."
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The other part of her, the part that she'd hoped she was becoming before she'd arrived on Stacy, the part that wanted to prove Daniel's faith in her, nagged at her like... well like Daniel. She looked into his eyes, the view was hazy with the glassy cover her tears provided, but there was no mistaking who she saw. He was still Daniel, her Daniel.
"I know you barely know me." God, this was so hard to say when her own instincts were to take the Vala Mal Doran way out. "But if I'm to change--if i'm to continue changing," she clarified, giving up on stopping the tears now, it was just ironic that they weren't about the changing part of this decision, "then I need you. Because I can't do it on my own, Daniel. I can't fight a lifetime's worth of survival techniques without you there..."
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He didn't know what she was asking for exactly. To be there for her? To give advice and listen? Need could be a lot of things, and he was walking in blind. He should ask her what she meant, but now obviously wasn't a good time to pick at her words. But he didn't think she was playing him. Not that Daniel hadn't seen her pull one over someone, but this seemed too real and too raw. This was someone who never felt she had to ask for help, probably spent all her life not asking, and she was finally doing it.
Morning. He'd ask in the morning.
"Okay," his voice was soft. Daniel repeated it, stronger this time. He tried to catch her eyes with his. "Okay. I can be there for you."
Please don't make me regret this, he thought.
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And now he was standing right infront of, no shirt on and looking ridiculously sexy and reaching out to her with his gentle words of support. He didn't have the same cynicism or cautious aversion to her that she'd learned to brush off. He seemed much more trusting, more forgiving -- but then again he didn't have the same history with her to forgive. And just because he was married, well his wife wasn't here was she? It didn't completely rule-- no, no it did-- well there was always a chance somewhere down the line.
Maybe he was right, maybe this was an opportunity for a fresh start. Vala smiled through her tears. "That probably includes being a complete pain in the ass when I trip up." Vala laughed, a laugh that did that stupid chain reaction thing when it just ended up with being more upset. Emotions, she didn't think she'd ever learn to deal with them properly, closing them off was so much easier, but he just made it so god damned hard to do that.
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There was more, but all he got was a slightly blurry smile from Vala. He couldn't read the rest. Of course, glasses might've helped too.
"Oh, you've already done that. I think I'll survive," Daniel grinned slightly to take the bite out. Most of it anyway. The mummy was probably going to be a sore spot for some time. Rather than crowd her, Daniel offered his hand. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
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She had no idea how she was going to feel about all this in the morning, probably swear she was never drinking again, but something about this felt good - like she'd achieved something she'd never done before. It was probably all related to that cathartic actualisation nonsense that she'd crammed up on her for her psych test back home.
Vala took Daniel's hand and smiled at him contentedly like she'd just let him into the biggest secret of her life. "I think that's probably a wise move," she felt like she'd been through an entire catalogue of emotion and sleep was definitely featuring highly on the priority list. "Plus, I'm not sure how much longer I can pull off the complicated task of standing up."
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Wrapping his fingers around her hand, Daniel led Vala back to her side of the bed and sit down on the edge. So much better. His legs sighed with pure, unadulterated, glowing relief. Now he just had to get the top part of his body down and then try to turn his brain off and sleep. Probably not going to happen easily, especially after the past few minutes. If he could at least get Vala to relax further and get some rest, he could count it as a personal victory.
He tugged gently on her wrist. Hopefully she'd get the message and lie down like she had before or sit. Preferably not fall all over him in a drunken pile. "Tell me about it. I'm surprised you even got the boot on."
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When she went to sit down, she fell just a little harder onto the bed than she'd intended. Clunking down awkwardly with the grace of someone who was trying to hide the fact they were drunk and wasn't even remotely managing to succeed. This time however, she pushed her pants off as she lay back, lifting her hips and sliding them down to her ankles in one swift motion, leaving her feet to wiggle them off and kick them across the room. Lying in a bed in leather pants earlier hadn't been particularly comfortable, but the effort involved in removing them had been far too much. If he could sleep next to her with no shirt on, then her naked legs were hardly an issue. Fair's fair after all.
"Technically I didn't, I was just balancing on it really," she admitted with a cant of her head. "Took me a while to figure out why one leg was longer than the other."
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What the hell was wrong with him? She was drunk. Emotionally drained. And oh yeah, he was married. He didn't have any business looking for a lot of reasons. Daniel hurriedly looked away. His wrists were good. His hands and fingertips even better: look, he'd even started regaining the work callouses and scarring from digs again, the ones the Nox had inadvertently erased.
Daniel cleared his throat. "Must be hard to remember what you were doing right in the middle of doing it."
He was going to give himself a few seconds before he'd even try standing up and heading to his side of the bed. Just as a precaution.
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She settled down properly into the bed and hooked one leg out of the covers, her bare foot subtley making contact with his thigh at the end of the bed. She flexed it momentarily under the guise of getting comfy.
"I was focusing on other things." Vala defended with an eyeroll. "Considering I had about six glasses of that cactus beer, I think I'm coping admirably. You should have seen the others."
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He'd just been ready to get up. So much for that idea. Damn. His eyes flickered over at her questioningly. On purpose or an accident? Vala's timing was incredible in just how incredibly bad it was. Now he needed a few more seconds. Daniel considered the options. He could move away. Probably very obvious in signalling his discomfort. Move her foot. Also very obvious, if not more so. Ask her what she was doing, which was stupid. She was trying to lie down to sleep. She was just as tired as he was, if not more so due to the alcohol, she wasn't trying to do anything at this point.
The only option for now was stay put a few more seconds, ignore her foot, and then take his sweet time getting to his side of the bed. Too bad the light that was on was the one near her.
This would be so much easier if she'd didn't go flexing her toes against him. Couldn't she hurry up and go to sleep already?
"Don't tell me you drank everyone under the table." Daniel yawned.
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"It's a talent of mine," she said flippantly. "Daniel?" She cracked open an eye and lifted her head to glance at him, "Are you going to sit there all night? Because it's a long time since anyone read me a bedtime story. But if you insist..."
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