[Daniel] Downtime
Who: Daniel
When: Day 47, afternoon, after the Wedding, during Phoning Home
Where: The Lagoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete
Everyone showed up for the wedding, which was probably to be expected. It was a nice change of routine for all of the castaways and one of those few good things that happened since being stranded, like Aaron's birth. Even Sawyer was on his best behavior, though there were rumors and suspicions that his behavior had more to do with Faith watching him like a pit bull and giving him the occasional feral smile.
"So, did you?" Daniel asked Faith after the happy newlyweds kissed and the "reception" began in earnest.
"Did I what?" Faith batted her eyes in a feint of innocence.
"Threaten Sawyer to keep him on good behavior?" Daniel asked.
"Nope, that was all Ripley's doing," Faith grinned around her glass of champagne. "Me and George were just backup. Not like Ripley needs it, but you know."
"George?" Daniel's attention slid to the Reaper.
"Yeah, Sawyer is scared to shit that she'll push him out of his body and won't let 'em back in."
After a while, knowing full well that this would be used as another excuse to celebrate and that the reception would last well onto into the evening, probably even after the happy couple retired, Daniel took a quiet leave. He felt more comfortable about enjoying his own personal downtime, and slipped away from the camp, a towel tucked under his arm.
Daniel made his way north, to the lagoon where he stripped down and plunged into the surf.
For just a little while, he wasn't the man in charge. He was just a man and he was taking a constitutional.
When: Day 47, afternoon, after the Wedding, during Phoning Home
Where: The Lagoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete
Everyone showed up for the wedding, which was probably to be expected. It was a nice change of routine for all of the castaways and one of those few good things that happened since being stranded, like Aaron's birth. Even Sawyer was on his best behavior, though there were rumors and suspicions that his behavior had more to do with Faith watching him like a pit bull and giving him the occasional feral smile.
"So, did you?" Daniel asked Faith after the happy newlyweds kissed and the "reception" began in earnest.
"Did I what?" Faith batted her eyes in a feint of innocence.
"Threaten Sawyer to keep him on good behavior?" Daniel asked.
"Nope, that was all Ripley's doing," Faith grinned around her glass of champagne. "Me and George were just backup. Not like Ripley needs it, but you know."
"George?" Daniel's attention slid to the Reaper.
"Yeah, Sawyer is scared to shit that she'll push him out of his body and won't let 'em back in."
After a while, knowing full well that this would be used as another excuse to celebrate and that the reception would last well onto into the evening, probably even after the happy couple retired, Daniel took a quiet leave. He felt more comfortable about enjoying his own personal downtime, and slipped away from the camp, a towel tucked under his arm.
Daniel made his way north, to the lagoon where he stripped down and plunged into the surf.
For just a little while, he wasn't the man in charge. He was just a man and he was taking a constitutional.