The one thing Shep hadn't told anybody - not even Lana - about his trip home was that he'd spent a few hours on Heightmeyer's couch. Okay, so the couch thing was figurative. But with his whole inability to come to a firm decision on whether to come back to school and sort out what he was doing here or remain on Atlantis, they'd taken to talking ( Read more... )

After realizing that he and Han were unlikely to actually run into each other in the room unless they planned ahead, Shep called his voicemail in order to leave a response to the note he'd left yesterday.

He then called Lana and left a message, as he'd promised. Besides, he had something he needed to return to her ( Read more... )

Hey it's Sheppard, I'm not here. My schedule is taped on the whiteboard outside my room if you need to actually locate me. If it's nothing urgent, leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Beep.


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*John walks out into the hall, checking to be sure that his room key is still in his pocket before closing the door. He affixes as foamboard memoboard that's half white board (blue marker attached with a string) and half corkboard. (five airplane shaped push pins in a neat line at the top awaiting memos to hold)*

Top of the board says:1.) Knock ( Read more... )

Shep was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Classes were wrapping up - he'd even gotten his Linguistics final, taken it and emailed it back. It wasn't that hard.

So now he's in the common room watching Jeopardy and hoping someone would come entertain him.

[ooc: okay, the mun has to sit in on this last class even though she's done all the work. LJ ( Read more... )

From the pageant:

It's not quite exactly the right words. But they fit the music. And make more sense.

"I know a man,
his name is Lang,
and he has
a NE-ON SIGN!
And Mister Lang
is very old
So they call it
Old Lang's Sign!"

Shep quickly scribbles a note on the white board.

"Wes, when you get back, knock before coming in. We'll be decent, but ... just knock, okay?"

He opens the door and lets Lana in.

Shep wakes up fairly early Sunday evening and realizes that he's lost another three days to his stupid pain pills.

"Fuck!" he mutters as he realizes he was supposed to go to the clinic on Friday and slept right on through that appointment. He'd have to try and get in tomorrow.

He'd fallen asleep (yeah, that's a good reason for the mun having to ( Read more... )

[After 4 days of being held hostage being stuck in the clinic, Shep slowly makes his way up to the 4th floor and down the hall ( Read more... )

... in the sense of 'can't walk', not like being a loser ( Read more... )