the light catches the eye but shadows have (moretosay) wrote in revoltic, @ 2018-05-15 01:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | Ӡ -player: alice, Ӡ -player: iv, Ӡ mass effect: shepard, Ӡ stargate: vala mal doran |
Sycophants on velvet sofas Lavish mansions, vintage wine
WHO Vala Mal Doran and Shepard
WHAT: A walk and a plan. ish.
WHEN: Evening of May 15 2370
WHERE:The Sprawl ----> Outside the apartment complex
Status: ongoing
WARNINGS: None yet
There were a lot of things to love about this world for Vala already. The Go'uld weren't a thing, neither were the Ori. So Vala was neither seen as the murdering Quetesh, the mother of the Orici, or just as a thief. It had always been a little bit of a gamble when she traveled with SG1 to a planet if she would be recognized, or if her first impression would be as a member of SG1. Which, of course, was ideal.
With that whole, redemption thing she was going for.
The technology was good, better than what she was used to in some cases and not as impressive in others. The fresh start was nice, but she missed some of the people at the SGC. Her team, mostly. They were probably lost without her, poor things. Vala was sure they were looking for her, but since she wasn't truly sure where or when she was, it was hard for her to make herself easier to be found. The people at SadTech were still deciding what to do with her, and it felt a little too much like being at the SGC for her comfort. What do we do with Vala their paperwork she wasn't supposed to see said, and can we trust Vala was written on their faces. The latter being a debate with the Jaffa, the Tokra, the Tauri government - again and again.
But that wasn't an issue here!
They were giving her a few days to get adjusted to this world before they gave her a proper role anyway, and a little money for food and such but that was never enough for her. It had taken all of fifteen minutes of watching the goings on at a greasy dinner just like Sol's for her to figure out what things made it different than the Earth she was used to. The place seemed to mainly serve and be staffed by the desperate; the recently arrived and the ones who could think of nothing else but leaving. High turnover rate. She had wormed her way into the manager's good graces and been working there for two days, it gave her shopping money. The desperate tipped especially well when she made them feel a little less forgotten.
Now she was walking back to the apartments in comfortable - but flattering! - clothing to fit in, and a few second-hand radios in bags with her. She had theories and too-still hands. Though the night was young and so was she. Or maybe she wasn't, who knew these days.
[OOC: Sorry this was so long! Also I assumed some things about the world/SadTech, if I misstepped etc please let me know and I'll correct right away! Thank you for your patience!]