I can hear the voice inside my head

It's been a really long day.

Elizabeth isn't entirely in the mood for company, but they could probably both use an opportunity to unwind and -- although she feels some reluctance -- discuss the day's events. Burying her head in the sand about what's going on in her city is the last thing she wants to do. No, it's better to have an informed opinion.

That's why when she steps through the door (and locks it behind her), she's accompanied by Kate. Elizabeth unzips her jacket and puts her key down on the table. "I suspect," she begins, leaning on the back of a chair, "that this is a conversation we might want to accompany with part of the nice bottle of wine I saw last time I was here."

The hotel grounds were decked out for a huge barbecue and bonfire. It was almost as if the staff knew they could expect an influx of guests.

A tented area had a completely modable buffet and plenty of tables and chairs. The pool was lined with lounge chairs and tiki torches. Part of the lawn was covered with a portable dance floor and completely modable music was playing.

Any guests who showed up this evening were guaranteed a good time.



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Mara's natural suspicion of the hotel hasn't, thus far, stopped her from sampling what it has on offer. She's currently sitting at the bar, her hands either side of a glass of white wine, idly counting down the minutes until she gets paged by an irate Lucas, demanding to know where she is.

Kate leans against the wall. Her paperwork is conveniently stashed back on Atlantis, and she's looking around the room, watching Elizabeth casually as well. "This is nice," she says. "This is better than nice."

OOC: Elizabeth Weir, Kate Heightmeyer, and John Sheppard are currently here, but post is open to all for roleplay. Post is continued from here on atlantis.