http://smart-sam.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-08-16 08:38 pm

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Sam meanders down the stairs from room seven.
Well, I feel like I’ve had a very long nap. Wonder what I’ve missed.

She sits down at the bar. “Um. Something cold.”
A sorbet appears in front of her.
Sam blinks. Remind me to be more specific next time.

[identity profile] prettyhelen.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Nursing a tea, Helen grins at Sam from a few seats down.

[identity profile] prettyhelen.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Helen smiles again, warmly. "Don't worry, It took me a while,too." she says, calmly. She slides off her stool, takes her teacup and moves down a few stools towards Sam. "My name's Helen. What is yours?"

[identity profile] prettyhelen.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Only a couple weeks. Don't worry." She smiles. "All the food is good, so don't worry about that either."

She sips the tea. "So, where are you from? And when?"

[identity profile] prettyhelen.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Helen's eyes widen. "Sparta, Many, many years before you." She sips her tea again. "Where is Colorado?"

[identity profile] prettyhelen.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I have met others from the United States, and even been to North Carolina, thanks to people I have met here. But I had no idea where it was when I came here." She smiles and sips tea. "The States did not exisit in my time, needless to say." She grins.

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[identity profile] bedside-manners.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Janet is back downstairs today heading toward the bar when she spots Sam sitting there already. Janet hesitates for a moment before sliding into a seat beside her.

"I was wondering when I would see you out and about," she smiles, by way of saying hello.

[identity profile] bedside-manners.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"How are you feeling?" she asks automatically. Habit and all that.

[identity profile] bedside-manners.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Janet notices the automatic reply and ignores it...for now.

"Teal'c is here," she says, sure that Sam will be happy to hear it. "He came in a few days ago."

[identity profile] bedside-manners.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I think he has a room here now so there's a good chance you'll see him."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Sheppard was heading outside, but a glance towards the bar makes him stop. One particular woman caught his attention-she looked familiar. Frowning to himself, he headed over, giving her abit of a nod in greeting. "Hi."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"This probably sounds kind of weird, but do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Frowning, he nods. "I must be thinking of somebody else." He offers his hand to shake. "Lt. Colonel John Sheppard. Sorry to bug you."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Nodding again, he points to the US flag on his left shoulder. "US Air Force. I'm a pilot."