He didn't see any such message. He'd been busy looking over base schematics. He'd finished off the unfamiliar reports already, and stumbled across the answer to which universe this mountain came from. Which universe the body did. There was a poetic justice in there he'd appreciate better if there were something he could do about landing right back in this universe.
All he'd managed so far was a certain profound bitterness that they'd managed to work things out so well. Without the damn Atlantis ZPM figuring into it at all.
By the time Vala's message came along, he was actually bored enough pouring over useless information to pause and listen. Would the other Cam go along with this idea? He wasn't particularly in the mood to care.
Judging by the memories he had of wandering the streets of Taxon -- depressingly rare, those were -- he wasn't particularly surprised. At any rate, the idea of attending one of the clubs was better than spending time around empty people meant to resemble a universe that wasn't even his.
"What paperwork could I possibly have here, Vala?"
He vaguely recalled his other self keeping his attention off of being trapped by going over meaningless paperwork. He was pretty sure that'd just drive him more crazy, not less.
"Well, I'm out of paperwork. So where's this going to be?"
"Well I can always give you more if you like, what constitutes too much paperwork? Gross misconduct of some description? I forgot to read the small-print of my contract." Vala smirked, she'd probably technically committed that ten times over.
"The only paper you'll need is fake bills to stuff down lacy g-strings. Anyway, it's in Wilde, want me to send through the location?"
"Y'know, I don't really want to know how you'd plan on getting me more." He shook his head, and squinted down at the tablet. "You use fake bills, Vala?" He didn't see the point. None of the cash here was real, anything could be gotten for free and the dancers would probably be the bracelet-less, soulless puppets of the aliens.
"I agree. Besides, it'd ruin the surprise." She smiled wryly, sending over the tablet details complete with map etcetera.
"Well unless you can find some real ones here. I've already exhausted the drawers in Daniel's office. Ooh. Maybe General Landry left some in his desk too! I forgot to check there!"
All he'd managed so far was a certain profound bitterness that they'd managed to work things out so well. Without the damn Atlantis ZPM figuring into it at all.
By the time Vala's message came along, he was actually bored enough pouring over useless information to pause and listen. Would the other Cam go along with this idea? He wasn't particularly in the mood to care.
"They have those here?"
Reply
"If you know where to look, of course," she added smugly. "You're not actually going to drag yourself away from your paperwork are you and tag along?"
Reply
"What paperwork could I possibly have here, Vala?"
Reply
"That's a yes, then?" She raised an eyebrow, maybe Cameron Mitchell had a few more surprises up his sleeve yet.
Reply
"Well, I'm out of paperwork. So where's this going to be?"
Reply
"The only paper you'll need is fake bills to stuff down lacy g-strings. Anyway, it's in Wilde, want me to send through the location?"
Reply
"And a map?"
Reply
"Well unless you can find some real ones here. I've already exhausted the drawers in Daniel's office. Ooh. Maybe General Landry left some in his desk too! I forgot to check there!"
Reply
Cam squinted at the tablet a moment. "I'm not sure they actually need any."
Reply
Leave a comment