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[resident_alice]

Since Alice had joined the ITF, there seemed no end of things to do, for once. First the second island, now someone had been killed. Everyone was freaking out about it, so much so that Alice had to wonder - what kind of naive idiots did they have to be to think this place was a happy sunshine paradise and would remain so forever? It pissed her off

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[flyboy_shepp]

"Yes," John agreed wholeheartedly, though after a few shots and one or two more full glasses, it was hard not to. Alice was nice to talk to, anyway; she was kinda like him in that it took a few drinks to get a little more loosened up.

"What are we even doing-" he took another sip, "-if we can't stop a girl from getting killed?"

[resident_alice]

"Sitting around on a fuckin' high horse thinking we can run this island without a clue how it works?" Alice suggested. She refilled her glass clumsily and gestured with the bottle at Sheppard's. "Don't get me wrong, the IPD does a pretty good job. But it's stuff like this cropping up makes you realize just how helpless we all are."

She shrugged.

"Still, it's better than a world overrun by undead. There's no investigating that shit. It's hard enough trying to stay alive."

[flyboy_shepp]

If John actually cared, he might have found the whole high horse thing offensive. As it was, he happily kept his own ideas on leadership to the ITF, and even then Kendra ran most of the little things.

Both eyebrows went up at the mention of the undead. "You fought zombies?"

He couldn't imagine Alice doing anything else but fighting zombies, not after having seen her on the ITF.

[resident_alice]

"Uh-huh. I didn't tell you this?" Alice refilled his glass and took a gulp from hers, setting the bottle aside. "Five years. More than that, probably. About two-thirds of the world's population is infected nowadays. The world I know, anyway. Dunno about you. You fought space-monsters or something, right?"

Sometimes she got sick of talking about her past, of thinking about it. But a lot of the time there wasn't much else to do, and this kind of shit reminded her of it way too much.

[flyboy_shepp]

John's body was better than an alarm clock any day, and had been after his first year at the Academy. He just liked his body to wake him up, not give him a chorus of aches, pains and head throbbing to go with it.

Of course, with the aches and pains - most noticeably his nose - came the memory of the previous night, and John shifted over to the edge of the bed and peered over the side.

Yeah, Alice was still there. Crap.

With a minimal amount of huffing and grunting, John got himself seated up and he touched his nose gingerly, testing out. If the pain had anything to tell him it was that he was probably going to have some pretty nasty bruising, oh, and to never do that again.

[resident_alice]

Alice was still blissfully asleep when Sheppard woke up. His floor was oddly comfortable, but that was probably just because she had slept on worse.

His noises of misery did little except make her stir slightly, and Alice made no really significant movement other than to sling an arm over her eyes and increase the volume of her snore. It was pretty impressive, decibel-wise.

[flyboy_shepp]

John did his best to slip out of bed as quietly as he could - even though a bomb could go off and nobody's hear it over Alice's snoring. He got his boots on quickly enough and made his way outside, where he sat down on the top step and cursed the sunshine.

He didn't know if letting people think Alice had spent the night in his hut because they were being drunken idiots or because she...spent the night in his hut was worse.

[scientificsnark]

Surprise surprise, Rodney McKay was up early. Actually, he hadn't managed to get back to sleep after Sheppard and what's-her-name had stumbled into his hut, so he had spent the night and most of the morning fiddling with the mini-Gate. Now, however, he had emerged into the sunshine, ostensibly to go get some breakfast from the Compound but also to sneakily go and check on Sheppard and his 'guest'.

"Hi." he said as he drew up in front of Sheppard. "Buddy." The smirk on his face was very, very wide and very, very smug.