one; [visual]; bearings - get!

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It's been an exhausting week. Daniel remembers helping Vala regain her memories the first time, how it was a somewhat slow process, but successful in the end. Jeez, he remembers getting his own memories back. It had taken a long time for everything to return. There had been things that stayed clouded even after he'd been cleared by the SGC as one hundred per cent back to normal.

But she's getting there, that's the main thing. She trusts him again, and she's healed. Claire helped a great deal with that. He still needs to figure out how to thank her. For now, though, he's concerned mostly with staying at the house, keeping an eye on Vala and on the arrivals.

So now he's sitting at the desk in his study with his tablet, a piece of paper and a pen, half-full cup of coffee sitting on a small stack of books to his left. Daniel turns the visual transmission on and clears his throat.

"Uh, hi. My name is Doctor Daniel Jackson, I got here about a week ago..." there's a pause as he fiddles with the paper a bit. "I just thought I'd ask you guys a question or two, since there seems to be quite a few of us now. If you don't mind, can you tell me where you come from, and a little bit about home? Because... I know not all of us can be from Earth." He looks at the screen with a small smile. "It might help to know where everyone is coming from."

As an afterthought, he adds - "Um, to start, I'm Daniel, and I'm from Earth. Which I, uh. Already inferred. Nice to meet you!"

~One~ [Location: Beach at Osten] There'll be no Goo Goo Dolls songs here

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The angel formerly known as Anna Milton stood on the beach attached to Professir River Song's property. Her eyes were closed, the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore flooding her ears. The human in her chided the angel for picking such a place to quiet her thoughts, clear her mind. It's like out of freaking City of Angels! The redhead attempted to squash those thoughts back down, concentrate on the relaxing sound of the waves.

In the time that Anna had been in Taxon, she'd been staying in the Sanctuary. Not that she needed a place to sleep, it just felt...natural. As much as she was an angel, a part of her was still Anna Milton, twenty-three years old, parents involved in the church. She craved a good milkshake and chocolate and all the wonderful things that made life as a human wonderful. She did, indeed, miss the sex as well. Although, with Dean around, she may not have had to worry about that.

Anna quickly chastized herself for thinking such a thing. After she'd explained to him, in a vague water color-y way, what had happened between him and Alistair, she'd noticed how it affected him. He was quiet, using his humor and a fake smile to hide the pain. To even suggest to him.... That would just be asking for trouble. And it'd be possible that Castiel would pop in and see them...together and that wouldn't be the best thing in the world to happen.

Anna shook her head, a bemused smile crossing her face as she lifting a hand to her forehead, fingertips brushing against the pale skin there. For an angel, you're awfully slutty, her human side chided. Anna chuckled softly, "Yeah, I kinda am."