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This is Daniel.
This is Daniel with his arm in a sling, because SOMEONE shot him.
This is Daniel passed out with his head on the table and book in one hand.
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Daniel looked rather down. He was sitting on the beach skipping stones accross the lake.
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Daniel walked into the bar, of course he was no where near his office. He was undercover for the tocra and was wearing this.
"Well this is interesting," he mumbled and proceeded to the bar proper, "Uh... a coffee please."
The coffee and a note appeared and he sat sipping his coffee.
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Pup under new Management!!!!
Yeah, so Daniel is now, mine. Who is this you ask? It's Anna ( Read more... ) -
ATTN!
As of, well, a few days ago, this journal of Daniel Jackson is under new mun management.
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Daniel's been holed up in his room with research for a while.
But archaeologist cannot live on intellectual stimulation alone, and so, after finally actually eating something, he's heading back to his room with a large thermos full of coffee.
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Daniel's in his bedroom, not-sleeping. Buffy's in the guest room, the one that's usually occupied by Jack or Sam after nights of too much to drink when they'd come too close to not coming back alive. She hasn't met his friends yet, which Daniel thinks is probably for the best, all things considered. She and Jack might get along - and if they didn't ( Read more... ) -
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The hand that's not clutched in Eris' closes the door behind them as Daniel follows the goddess into his apartment. The place is empty except for his fish, and if they're surprised to see a beautiful blonde precede him into the living room, it's impossible to tell from their faces ( Read more... )
