Sheppard is in the Bar, sitting at a table and having himself a drink. There's been no more backlash from his doppelganger causing nightmares around the place and for that he's ever grateful. He'd rather keep himself in tact ( Read more... )

He's been there for a little while now and still hasn't truly gotten used to the place. But a man needs to eat. Needs to eat and needs to... well, there's a lot a man needs to do. So he comes down from his room and heads over to the bar, hand gliding over it almost lovingly. "A beer, please." It magically appears but with a note attached ( Read more... )

Sheppard's down in the bar drinking a beer. He's gotten used to being in the Bar. At least he thinks he has. But for the moment his attention is on the Observation Window.

He's botherable if you can catch his attention.

John had been exploring the bar a bit. Not outside but inside mainly. He'd gotten the backlash of a few of the people that came with his doppelganger giving them nightmares. So far he hadn't run into anyone else that had dealt with his doppelganger. But he does approach the bar and looks down at it. His Major had said something about if you asked ( Read more... )

He was technically meant to be in the infirmary still. But he could only lay down for so long. He's sure after removing the piece of equipment on his finger that the monitors would go off. It'd no doubt alert Keller to his escape. But at the present moment he didn't care. Moving towards the door (even if it wasn't at a normal pace), he walks out it ( Read more... )

Sheppard has had a long, stressful, man-sized, man-eating bug-filled day. Which would be why, after stepping into Milliways and being mildly surprised at the fact that he's in Milliways yet again, he heads over to the bar and orders a beer ( Read more... )

After the time of it he's had lately, Sheppard isn't quite surprised when he finds himself in Milliways instead of his quarters. But that still doesn't stop him from muttering, "Dammit." As he glances around. After a quick check to make sure that the door hasn't vanished yet again, he begins to make his way over to the bar. Maybe if he gets a drink ( Read more... )

Today's the big day ( Read more... )

"Except I can do it."

"I don't care. Maybe that's the way things work on planet Starbuck, but the rest of the universe doesn't see it that way. It's too risky."

"For a lousy pilot."

"For any pilot that values his safety and his ass ( Read more... )

Sheppard can currently be found sitting at a booth, eyeballing a pad of paper. Well, lounging might be a better term-distracted by the paper, he's begun to slouch somewhat. He frowns to himself every so often, occasionally adding a scribble here, a mark there. He seems rather absorbed in whatever it is that he's working on, but that doesn't he mean ( Read more... )