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[stranded_ford]

A sober(ish) Ford Prefect was an unhappy Ford Prefect. The fact had been stated before, but now it was being proven. He grumbled. He bitched. He moaned. He kept peeking into his empty bottle of Ol’ Janx Spirit when he hoped it wasn’t paying attention, but it had thus far failed to refill itself

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[theunascended]

Daniel had never been much of a drinker and he certainly didn't drink alone, but when he saw the man sitting at the beach, making a gesture that was probably either a come on or a tell off to an invisible person, or more likely the island itself, Daniel decided to stop his walk home.

He sat unceremoniously next to the man and held out his hand.

"Daniel Jackson."

[stranded_ford]

Ford shook it, but remained reclined, not even sparing the man a real glance. He was too busy watching. What if he slipped and blinked and missed a suspicious flash?

"Ford Prefect."

[theunascended]

"Mind?" Daniel asked, nodding at the bottle before looking up.

"Anything familiar up there? Sometimes I recognize them and sometimes I don't." He'd sort of given up with Rodney's project, although he should probably give what he'd come up with to the Rodney that had come back to the island.

[stranded_ford]

Ford waved a dismissive hand at the bottle. "Help yourself, man. It's rubbish."

He sighed and pointed towards something that might have been the constellation Orion. His finger was a bit wobbly though, and the stars didn't seem quite in the right position. "Home. Haven't been there in ages. So now I'm just waiting for the green flying saucers to come and take me back."

[theunascended]

Daniel took a healthy sip and then another. "Which planet's home? I mean, I've been waiting for...uh...flying saucers to come and take me back for a year, now." And obviously, he wasn't home.

He looked up and, like normal, it was a system that he didn't recognize. Things were out of shape and he thought he ought to know the configuration, but all he drew was a blank.

[stranded_ford]

"Betelgeuse Five. That one's still there. And my dad's from Betelgeuse Seven. That one's not. I am," he said with drunken gravity, "the semi-last survivor of an ancient and wise alien race."

[theunascended]

He tried to think of the name and think if he'd ever been there as he took another sip, offering the bottle back to Ford. "I don't know that I've ever been there, though I've known a few ancient and wise alien races."

[stranded_ford]

"Well, I'm not that ancient. I'm not even 300 yet. But I'm definitely wiser than you poor bunch of monkeys. I don't... don't..." He took another drink to clear his head. "Don't know how you remain upright for so long without going back to your trees."

[theunascended]

Daniel snorted, taking the bottle back from the man. "Maybe you just haven't met the right sort of monkeys, then." He held out his hand. "Daniel Jackson. Mostly upright monkey. I take it you're not human, then?"