[ddd] [log] [timewarp virus]

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Whether or not he really had been hit with a virus, it hardly mattered to Scotty. The important thing was that even if he hadn't been - even if that physics project was due next week - he had plans for the weekend that didn't involve sitting around being sober. He'd invited Jack over to his world for a night out at the pub, or at least, the

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[capt_greatcoat]

Jack showed up roughly around the place that Scotty had described meeting him, excited to finally be off the Academy satellite for the first time in a while. As such, he didn't really get to wear anything other than his uniform, which is why the only clothes he had were from the Boeshane Peninsula, where he'd grown up. Not exactly pulling clothes, but he was comfortable, in his loose cotton shirt and vest, pleased that they accentuated how fit he was. And alright, his pants and boots were definitely desert wear, but he'd grown up living in the sand, so his attire was definitely excusable.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

When he spied Jack, Scotty grinned and waved him over, before half-jogging to meet him halfway. "Alright?" he greeted the other man, before stepping back to give his outfit a look-over. "Y'know, good thing about you comin' here, can't imagine we'll need much of a cover story for you. 'Specially not with this bein' 'fleet headquarters. We get all sorts, y'know. Fit right in, you do." He grinned again, gesturing over his shoulder. "Drinks're on me tonight. Don't know what you use back where you're from, but I bet we don't take it 'roud here."

[capt_greatcoat]

Jack raised an eyebrow at the 'fit right in' comment, but he decided against saying anything about it. Especially when he thought about how far back in time he was at that moment. "You're probably right about that one. What year is it here now, anyway? If this is Earth, then we're not even from the same area of the galaxy, let alone the same planet, so. Sorry, no credits on my, certainly not the kind you'd use. I can definitely pay you back however you see fit, though," he said, with a grin.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Twenty-two forty-three, an' aye, it's Earth. Like I said. Drinks're on me." He paused, and then grinned, and added, "Well. Hopefully not on me. Be a bit messy, that. C'mon." He beckoned for Jack to follow him and started off across the quad, making sure not to get too far ahead. "Hope y'don't mind walkin'. S'not far."