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009 [Visual] Stir 'Fry' Crazy

"I'm bored. Bored bored bored bored BORED." Vala gesticulates wildly with her hands at the tablet screen infront of her. "So bored, that if something exciting doesn't happen soon - and by exciting I'd rather it wasn't of the 'life threatening we're going to mess with your physiology and or mental state' variety - I'm going to start taking hostages. Because quite frankly I'm starting to go stir fry crazy cooped up in this city."

The unadulterated and sudden display of frustration bordering on aggressive is closely followed up by Vala literally headdesking (several times), before she sits back up, flicks her hair back dramatically and huffs and sighs at the screen.

"Who wants to take me on a date? It's my birthday!"

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"Now, is it really your birthday? Or are you just saying that so someone'd take you out?" Cassie asked, arching an eyebrow.

She'd been sitting in the back of the Deadmobile, so several knives were hanging behind Cassie's head as she spoke.

"Well technically it's hard to pinpoint, as there doesn't seem to be any knowledge of a date system in Taxon." Vala answers, flippantly dismissing the question despite her defensive explanation.

"But I'm due for one I think. Actually I've never celebrated a birthday come to think of it, so I'm owed at least twenty two of them."

Cassie's eyebrow remained arched as her head canted to the side and she thought it over. "That's true. Maybe we shoulda figured the first day here was January 1st."

"You want a giant cookie or a cake?" Cassie asked, a small chuckle escaping her. "Or cupcakes?"

"You mean as in, an actual birthday cake?" Vala's response came a little too eagerly, eyes lighting up momentarily at the idea before she laughed the notion off when she realised Cassie was only joking.

"I think I'll probably manage without," she shrugged, feigning indifference. "I never did get why Earth people celebrated with cake. Happy Birthday! Not only are you a year older, we're going to help you get fatter too."

"I'm sure someone's already cataloging some kind of date system," she diverts the conversation back, idly flipping through files on the computer next to her. One of these files of Daniel's probably has it all under way already, knowing him.

"Sure. frosting, candles. 'Happy birthday' written on it. Why not?" I haven't had a birthday cake since...shit, at least since I was fourteen or something."

Cassie shrugged off the 'earth people' thing, not really wanting to find out what was going on behind there just yet. "It's a celebration. Good food for good times, I guess."

Cue Barnabas Collins, trying to figure out his tablet while sitting in one of the rooms inside the Sanctuary. Apparently "getting used to his surroundings" equals "not going outside potentially ever."

He's a little surprised at the video that comes up on his screen, but he watches it with the slightest bit of confusion.

"You don't think you're overreacting at all, Miss?" he asks.

"By going out on a date?" Vala stares at the image of the new face incredulously, conveniently forgetting her little tantrum for the purpose of this conversation.

"It's hardly a murderous rampage. Now that might be considered an overreaction. You haven't been here long have you? You're still sane." Why yes, she is a drama queen.

He clicked his tongue. "No. I was referring to the fit you were having a moment ago."

Barnabas shifts in his seat and shakes his head. "No, I have not - I've only been here an extremely short time, in fact. I take it the opposite is the case with you." Oh. Drama queens. He's used to that. ~~Might even be one himself.~~

"Oh, that! Oh that wasn't a fit, that was a..." Vala pauses to come up with some plausible bullshit and fails miserably.

"Okay, you've got me. It was a fit. I think I'm entitled though, given I've been here for MONTHS now." She thrusts her tongue into her cheek and exhales with exaggerated 'woe is me' attitude.

"Well you'd best make yourself at home then, because this place is going to be just that... indefinitely."

This is Barnabas, trying not to comment or ask why she has to ask for dates. Because, yeah, this isn't 1795 or 1967, and concepts of "courtship" and such are subject to change. And he just has to deal with it.

"I'm sure others have been here that long, yet I haven't seen them showing that sort of attitude." Because he'd obviously have noticed if there was some mass headdesking epidemic going on here.

He shows a visible scolw. "Brilliant."

"Well isn't that just wonderful for them," she remarks sarcastically, "perhaps we should give them all those silly little sticky paper stars for their admirable coping mechanisms. Meanwhile I'll just have myself certified insane, shall I?"

If Barnabas thought her initial display was overreacting she's certainly proven his assessment now with her indignant bristling in response to the criticism.

"See how you feel about being trapped here still, in a few months time."

"That must be quite a talent for you, Miss," he remarks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Overreacting, I mean, of course."

Proven it quite well, in fact. He's not sure why there's any need for it, but he forgets how quick to the punch he is to say that someone must die (!!!1!) at any given time. So.

"Hm." He quirks an eyebrow and doesn't say anything more, lest he gets himself into a challenge of sorts that he might regret.

Charlotte watched Vala's performance with a grin. Boredom was the real enemy here, she'd decided and this seemed like a harmless way to combat it. "We could do it up right. Order up a good meal, dress up pretty, get drunk."

Charlotte smirked. "Sadly, I won't be putting out, but I can offer you just about everything else."

Vala grinned at the prospect of getting all dolled up and doing it in style, the most fun she'd had since getting here were the times her and Jack had got enthusiastic with beer and ended up flaking out. Add sexy dresses and heels to the equation and it was an altogether appealing prospect. Not to mention a 'girlfriend', it'd be like going out with Sam. And Vala misses Sam, more than she'd like to admit.

"Putting out what exactly?"

Charlotte really did like Vala. There was this childlike quality to her, but it mixed well with a practicality. Like going right to the sex, even if she'd missed the reference. "Putting out. Having sex with the person who buys your meal." Charlotte waggled her eyebrows a little in a mock leering manner. "And while you're lovely and we'd look great together, I'm afraid I'm tak- I don't sleep with women."

Okay, that was not how that last sentence was supposed to go. "I do love dressing up though."

Jack is tired of being stuck doing almost nothing for his 'recovery,' he is more than eager to respond.

"Where to?" nice and casual like he's not asking her on a date because Jack doesn't know how. He also seriously doubts it's her birthday.

"A... datey type place?" She pulls a face and vaguely shrugs, presuming Jack's just curious.

"It'd be a bit strange with no other patrons I admit, buuuuut," Vala points to emphasise her point, because it's brilliant and pre-thought out and she's smug about it, "if I use that holodeck thing, I can add staff and other customers and go to any swanky restaurant I could possibly imagine. Ta da!"

"Well, I knew that Vala... I meant where do you want to go?" he gestured with his hands as he said that.

Jack brightens up at the mention of the holodeck place, "I'll go with ya." That's as close as he gets to actually asking which he is very bad at. Very very bad at.

"Really?" It takes her a moment for that to sink in, not honestly expecting an invite from Jack, but she's not averse to the idea at all. Jack's great company, and even in the couple of months they've been here, she's found herself being as close to and caring about Jack as much as any of the SG-1 team. If anything it's made her wish he was around back at Stargate Command.

"Great, that's settled then. My schedule's filling up rapidly, but I can fit you in tomorrow night at 7.30. You can pick me up from Daniel's place."

"Jeeze. Five boreds and smacking your head against a desk. I'd say 'over the top' if I wasn't so damn bored myself." Dean drawls. He's sprawled out on a couch, totally bored out his mind, so he's jumping at the chance to talk to anyone.

"I'd be up for a date, if you promise not to try to kill me this time." Yes, that was a bit insensitive, but Dean rarely thinks about what's coming out of his mouth.

"Well banging my head is at least more entertaining than the current alternatives, or safer at least." Vala scowls at the screen, being trapped really isn't good for her, and the cracks are starting to show.

"I can promise not to try, how do you feel about success instead?"

"... I'd hate to ask what the alternatives are." Dean remarks, raising an eyebrow. He won't be taking any sass, thanks very much.

"Hey, I can always just take back my offer," Dean says, shrugging. "And you'll stay bored, and I'll stay alive. Either way it's a win-win situation for me."

"Well I was considering committing suicide and seeing if that 'back in a week' theory rings true for everybody." Is she serious? It's hard to tell. There's an everpresent smirk though, and the thought has crossed her mind, fleetingly anyway.

"There's no need for hasty decisions, Dean." Vala pipes up at the possible retraction with a smile. "I wouldn't want to be responsible for your having to be seen as fickle. My conscience would never survive."

Wow. That's vaguely morbid. Dean's eyebrow will stay firmly up and raised, since this chick is unpredictable. He's not exactly big on testing that theory out, thanks very much, especially considering his impressive death count. For himself, not others.

"Alright, since I'd simply hate to be seen as fickle," Note the dripping sarcasm there, Vala, "what is it that you had in mind? I've got a car and we've got an entire city."

"Well I'm not really up on how dates are supposed to progress or the destinations." She has of course, but there may be a hidden agenda here.

"I think you should decide, Dean. I've never actually been picked up in a car that wasn't a police or US military car, so it'll be an experience."

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