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

[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."