Late Saturday/Early Sunday...

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In the TARDIS...

Beka Valentine:
I'll take first watch?

Jack O'Neill:
Damn. I can't believe I didn't think about that. I must be tired. Wake me up in four for my watch, okay?

Beka:
*nods, then smiles* Get some sleep. I'll be back in four.

Beka doesn't feel itchy-staticky anymore. It probably isn't necessary, her and Jack trading watches. But her intuition isn't always right. Being observant and pragmatic kept them alive through two nights of zombie-hell. No good reason to stop now. Not without proof it's over.

Tired, bloody, in zombie-stew stiff leather, Beka moves out of the TARDIS. After she establishes the perimeter, she'll range farther toward town, and have Ghost take her to check in on her friends in the dorm.

For just a moment, she stands outside and stares up at the black, wondering which one of those unfamiliar stars lit the world of her birth. Then she palms her pulse weapon and starts walking.

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*walking around town to see if everyone is ok and if there is another wave of something coming, D is wearing DEATH's blade in a proper harness now, down her back. She wearing all black, and it looks oddly like a uniform.*


Hey there, I am glad you are ok!