Jon stood, balancing his bowl of coffee in both hands so it didn't spill.
"Sounds like a plan, McKay, or the beginnings of one in any case," he sniffed the hot liquid appreciatively and gave it a test sip, then screwed up his face. "Gah, hot.. but good. Thanks."
He looked over the dispersing crowd one last time before heading off. The general consensus wasn't all that surprising: everyone was sad that Lucy was dead, and Shannon was a callous bitch for raising the issue of the woman's inheritance quite so soon. A fair proportion of the camp hadn't even bothered attending though - some were clustered around the half-built raft, others by Mara's tent.
I gotta get me one of those tinfoil hats. Or maybe he should just bite the bullet and ask her what she thought she was playing at when she called him 'sir'. Ya. Sure.
"Right, I'm off to gather wood or.. something. Gimme a yell if you do decide to go on this next trek, unless Daniel decides to send Blaise. I don't know how open Faith is to tag-alongs or when they're setting off, but you're still a natural resource."
Jon wondered silently when he'd stopped thinking of Daniel as someone who needed babysitting, particularly since the old coot seemed to (what with the Marine escort). Or maybe that was an anthropological "show of strength" thing. Either way McKay seemed a lot higher on the vulnerability scale despite fighting intergalactic space-vampires on a regular basis, and Jon didn't rate his chances of survival if he let the guy out alone because his feet hurt.
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[Jon] Moving on.. (tag open)
Date: 2006-05-17 01:22 pm (UTC)"Sounds like a plan, McKay, or the beginnings of one in any case," he sniffed the hot liquid appreciatively and gave it a test sip, then screwed up his face. "Gah, hot.. but good. Thanks."
He looked over the dispersing crowd one last time before heading off. The general consensus wasn't all that surprising: everyone was sad that Lucy was dead, and Shannon was a callous bitch for raising the issue of the woman's inheritance quite so soon. A fair proportion of the camp hadn't even bothered attending though - some were clustered around the half-built raft, others by Mara's tent.
I gotta get me one of those tinfoil hats. Or maybe he should just bite the bullet and ask her what she thought she was playing at when she called him 'sir'. Ya. Sure.
"Right, I'm off to gather wood or.. something. Gimme a yell if you do decide to go on this next trek, unless Daniel decides to send Blaise. I don't know how open Faith is to tag-alongs or when they're setting off, but you're still a natural resource."
Jon wondered silently when he'd stopped thinking of Daniel as someone who needed babysitting, particularly since the old coot seemed to (what with the Marine escort). Or maybe that was an anthropological "show of strength" thing. Either way McKay seemed a lot higher on the vulnerability scale despite fighting intergalactic space-vampires on a regular basis, and Jon didn't rate his chances of survival if he let the guy out alone because his feet hurt.