Joint Entrance Post.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Back at the SGC, a plan gets put into action.]

It's John Sheppard that enters first, in full BDUs and poised in a way that he hasn't been since he was recalled from Atlantis -- alert, and ready for anything.

But apparently not for Milliways.

Elizabeth Weir follows, identically dressed but far less poised, a P90 matching John's hitched to her vest. The bar door closes behind them both, and the pair stares at each other with equal parts frustration and despair.

The despair strengthens -- at least for Elizabeth -- when the door disappears behind her.

[OOC: Open for tagging Weir, Sheppard or both. Both are Bound.]

Comments

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"...I'm guessing hat going to the gate out back wouldn't be such a great idea."

After all, there's still McKay and Beckett following them-or they were, anyway. Not it seems that it's just the two of them. "Dammit. What're we suppsoed to do if somebody from SGC shows up?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth's shoulders slump, slowing her heart rate down just enough so that she doesn't feel like she's crawling out of her skin.

"I have no clue, John."

She walks up to the wall where the door used to be.

"...We can't be trapped here."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard turns and follows, nudging at the wall with the toe of his boot, then thumping a fist against it. "Yeah, we can. I hate it when this happens-always seems to happen around this time of year, too."

He's not sure what to make of that, really, besides possibly taking it as a sign that the Bar doesn't like him.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

The Bar shouldn't know Elizabeth well enough to not like her. In an uncharacteristic move, she matches John's move with one fist against the wall. It makes a much smaller thump, but it's fractionally satisfying.

"What -- what do we do?"

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"At this point? Usually I curse for awhile, then I get drunk, and then I spend the next day wondering why the hell I keep doing that every time I get Bound here."

Sheppard and being Bound don't mix well together.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth's eyebrow arching probably means she isn't considering getting drunk just yet.

"Does any of that actually help, Colonel?"

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Well, usually the being drunk or hungover parts distract me for a little while. And after that...usually I sit around, talk to people, and come up with escape plans that don't work."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"All I've been doing for the past two months is sit around," Elizabeth huffs as a retort, but doesn't comment on the rest of John's reply. She just sits down, placing her gun across the nearest table and rubs at her forehead with her fingertips.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard glances in the direction of the Bar for a moment-then decides to sit as well. "Maybe we won't be Bound for long. Sometimes, it's only for a week or two..."

...and sometimes it's for months on end.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Get ahold of yourself, Elizabeth.

"It better be short," she mumbles to herself.

Elizabeth starts again, "So. What first?" in reference to her gun and supplies -- in general, 'what to do when you're trapped at the end of the universe 101'.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard glances down at his own gun and equipment. "Probably put them up, unless you want to keep hauling them around. Got a room here yet?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"No. I've never needed one before."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"They come in handy. Place to sleep, store guns, clothes...turkeys..." He's still amazed he got away with keeping livestock in there.

"If you ask the Bar, she'll give you a key."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"Turkeys."

In the tone of 'You're explaining yourself later.'

But she does indeed go to the bar, asking for both a key and a change of clothing.

"Can't stay in BDUs forever."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard follows after, because...well, it's nice, in a way, to have someone to comiserate with from his own universe over being Bound. "Some days I feel like I have," he mutters back, rolling his eyes. A lifetime spent in BDUs and sand and dirt and various planetary muck.

He glances around the bar, frowning. "I still like to keep a gun on me in here, though."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth translates this as 'Keep a gun on you in here, Dr Weir', and debates whether she can live with carrying a weapon at all times.

She'll figure it out. Maybe.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard continues looking around for a moment before finally glancing back to her and shrugging. "Other than that...speaking from personal experience, don't drink anything with a Chinese name unless you know what it is, and remember that Kolya's come here before, and I kinda doubt that he'd be interested in following the bar rules."

Neither would Sheppard, if he saw Kolya again.

"You heard the bar rules, right?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"From...Ace. She said they were simple, and I imagine they are once I've been here for awhile longer. She certainly made them seem complicated. Something about angels and...Death. As a person."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"I've met her-Death, I mean. It was...kinda weird."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Ever so politely, Weir goes O_O.

"...I imagine."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Awkward," he says after a moment. "I haven't seen her since then. It's not something I really complain about. She was nice, but...y'know. Death."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"I understand."

Except really not, but it's easier to pretend. Elizabeth has more experience at pretending like she understands what's going on.

"You may have to show me people to avoid, here."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"There's not really anybody I avoid besides Kolya-and sometimes McKay. I'm more worried about a Wraith getting in here than I am about the regulars."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth hadn't even thought about that as a possibility.

"Or the Replicators coming through a door you'd used in Atlantis."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"...Why a door I used?"

He might be the one who was best at controlling the city's doors, weapons, and the like, but he never did get a stable door for Milliways.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"Because you're the only person from Atlantis I've seen in here as of yet. When I see Rodney, I'll blame him too."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen him in here in months," he says, glancing back towards where the door should be. "But he could still show up."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure to sufficiently yell at him then."

Beat. "I don't yell much, do I?"

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"After Basic, all the yelling I've heard from anybody always seemed pretty minor."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"Good answer."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

That just gets a smirk out of Sheppard. "I've taken plenty of hits to head, but I'm not dumb enough to walk into that one yet."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Matching smirk. "Smart man."


"Maybe I'll take that drink now."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Smart enough to know what'll keep me alive."

Not, however, necessarily smart enough to avoid doing things that will get him court marshalled, assuming he survives the experience.

"Going with my hangover plan?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"No. But I'll have a drink with you. I don't do hangovers."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard raises an eyebrow. "...You know the phrase 'famous last words', right?"

His attention goes to the Bar. "In that case...beer, I guess. The usual."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"Whiskey, neat."

Elizabeth is full of surprises, some days.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

It gets a raised eyebrow from Sheppard, but then he shrugs it off. He twists the cap off his beer, glancing around and finally shaking his head. "Cheers. To plans that went really off-track."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Clink.

"And getting them back on-track again."