He just wasn't getting a good night's sleep since he'd found that reel. Since he'd watched his team die in the name of entertainment. It wasn't nightmares this time--he'd long gotten used to those. Frustration, agitation, irritation...those were better explanations for his shorter stays in New Atlantis.
He would have to talk to someone soon. Either he would get to choose who, or--if pattern held--Vala would turn up at his hut once more, demanding to know what had messed up his pattern this time. It was for the best that he speak with SG-1, at least. They could be spared the shock of finding the reels.
He just....wasn't quite ready yet to figure out how to say it, so instead he found himself jogging through the night. The woman his path took him across was familiar, but it took a moment to recall her name.
"Evening." It was a substitute for asking outright whether she were forming some sort of wish list.
At her question, he glanced up at the unfamiliar sky. The changing sky didn't provide the comfort it might've on a mission. He hadn't found any sort of pattern that could have implied they were jumping in circles. Just a constant motion that meant Sam would have to predict where they'd go next before they did.
"Just running. S'less likely to cause heatstroke in the evening."
"Less chance of sunburn, too. See how fair my skin is?" She stuck her arm out towards him. "The few days I was here I went all boiled lobster. Hey, Cameron, isn't it?"
She snapped her fingers. "You're one of the unlucky sods who got to deal with me before I got my memory back." She remembered speaking to him briefly at a party after that, but it hadn't been long enough for the subject to come up.
It was nice outside once it got dark. Not that Jo disliked the heat, but she wasn't used to having the weather nice for so long and it was always good to remember what the cold was like, to appreciate the heat more. It wasn't as if she needed to be out to get a tan - just going about normally did that on its own.
But she didn't particularly feel the need to be on her own, so she always headed towards other people. She made it over to Donna just in time to hear important words like 'boots' and 'Topshop'.
She sighed. "I do miss the shops. Even when you can't afford anything just trying things on and thinking about how great they'd be to buy is fun."
Donna pulled away from the telescope and laughed. "I have to agree with you there. How great would it be if Harrod's popped up right over there? Of course, I guess we'd all be paying in mangoes. I've kind of got a job now, but all I get is free alcohol and good company."
"Harrod's would be nice. You can spend hours in there just looking at everything." And never being able to afford any of it either. "Free alcohol and good company are great payment for a job. I don't get the free alcohol for mine." Although she knew enough people that getting free alcohol wouldn't be much of a problem. "You just have to speak nicely to the clothes box to get it to give you nice things."
Donna snorted. "Yeah, the best I can usually get out of it are floppy hats and moo-moos. Maybe it's just trying to tell me that I ought to get twelve cats and sit on a porch all day."
I think I like the nighttime best here. With the weather cooled down some, it's not so uncomfortable to walk, and, for the most part, things are usually pretty quiet. It's the sky itself, though, that brings me out most days, sometimes alone, sometimes with Mikal. If anything ever reminds me I'm alive again, it's seeing the stars above and remembering I lost that, once.
It's what brought me out this night, taking Eugene out for a walk before bed. She notices the woman before I see her, and before I can grab her, she's off running to sniff at the person and the telescope she's using.
"Eugene, come here," I call out, jogging to retrieve the dog. Even as I'm stooping down to pick her up, I'm already saying, "Sorry about this. Let me grab her."
I really should look into a leash, even if she's too small to cause too much trouble anyway.
Donna had jumped a little in surprise upon feeling the dog start running around her feet, but by the time the young man came to fetch her, she was fine. She looked down at the dog with a lifted eyebrow. "Excitable little thing, isn't she?"
"A little, yeah," I say with an embarrassed laugh, holding her in my arms, now. She seems to settle down once she gets comfortable, though her tail is still thumping against my arm. "She just showed up for my girlfriend not long ago. I guess I'm not tiring her out much by walking her."
"Well she's cute," Donna appraised, reaching out to scratch behind the tiny dog's ears. "It's kind of funny that the littler they are, the more energy they have. Maybe it's some sort of overcompensation."
"Actually, that one's name is Greg," Jack said over her shoulder. "And that one is Clarice. And if you go a little to the left and down, that's Scout. I never have put them in constellations, though."
Donna jumped a little, but as soon as she realized it was Jack, she turned away from the telescope and smirked at him. "Does everyone get to name the stars or just you?" she asked. "Because I didn't realize that was part of your job description as Island Prom King."
"Everyone does what they want," he shrugged. I name them after people. Helps me remember them after they disappear. Why? You thing naming them after someone's underpants is a better idea?"
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He would have to talk to someone soon. Either he would get to choose who, or--if pattern held--Vala would turn up at his hut once more, demanding to know what had messed up his pattern this time. It was for the best that he speak with SG-1, at least. They could be spared the shock of finding the reels.
He just....wasn't quite ready yet to figure out how to say it, so instead he found himself jogging through the night. The woman his path took him across was familiar, but it took a moment to recall her name.
"Evening." It was a substitute for asking outright whether she were forming some sort of wish list.
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"Oh... yeah, hi. Out for a late night run, or are you doing some stargazing too?"
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"Just running. S'less likely to cause heatstroke in the evening."
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She snapped her fingers. "You're one of the unlucky sods who got to deal with me before I got my memory back." She remembered speaking to him briefly at a party after that, but it hadn't been long enough for the subject to come up.
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But she didn't particularly feel the need to be on her own, so she always headed towards other people. She made it over to Donna just in time to hear important words like 'boots' and 'Topshop'.
She sighed. "I do miss the shops. Even when you can't afford anything just trying things on and thinking about how great they'd be to buy is fun."
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It's what brought me out this night, taking Eugene out for a walk before bed. She notices the woman before I see her, and before I can grab her, she's off running to sniff at the person and the telescope she's using.
"Eugene, come here," I call out, jogging to retrieve the dog. Even as I'm stooping down to pick her up, I'm already saying, "Sorry about this. Let me grab her."
I really should look into a leash, even if she's too small to cause too much trouble anyway.
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