016 [Location: Jack's Cabin] best kind of party...

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Jack has kept too himself too much. Lost track of the new comers. Gotten confused by those he did meet. And still annoyed he can't find Vala. Maybe even worried, not that he'd admit to that one.

Then this morning he looked at his tablet and saw something he wasn't to happy to see. The date. Truth be told, he hurled the tablet at the wall when he saw it. It wasn't going to be a good day. And he didn't want to be reminded he was a year older. Eventually, he left the confines of the cabin. He didn't go far. He camped himself out on the edge of his dock. Fishing might do something to improve his mood. If not that, he had a steady supply of beer in an ice chest next to him on the dock.

He cast his line out and mumbled to himself, "Easy there, O'Neill...you got more control than that."

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[location: jack's cabin]

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Sheppard came to the realization that really, stuffing himself inside his room and Cheyenne Mountain wasn't going to get them anywhere. Normally Atlantis and SG-1 had very little to do with each other. Guess he had fallen into habit. Except with out anyone else from Atlantis there? Sheppard had also fallen back into his avoiding habit. No point in locking himself up and going nuts like Kirk had.

So, in casual dress (white shirt, black jacket, jeans), he decided to stop at O'Neill's cabin. He was the technical CO of the Stargate Program, and military, here in Taxon. Kirk being a Captain in space didn't hold anything over Sheppard. Especially since he was a kid. Or, so he figured.

He stepped up to the front door and knocked, adjusting his sunglasses slightly.