transition into the future (for not_a_conartist)

[queenofthieves]

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Vala bit back a pontiff smile, because if there was anything a con artist knew, it was not to give away all of her secrets right away. She tried to remember the Earth saying Mitchell had taught her; "Don't show all your cards." Vala would, most decidedly, be keeping her cards away from Neal for a while.

It was funny, in a quaint sort of way, how humans had all these hang ups about time travel and whatnot. Vala learned quickly that the SGC was far from the ordinary, and most humans didn't have half the idea how utterly insignificant they were in the scheme of the universe. It was absolutely endearing.

"Come along," she chirped, turning back to the door. "We should drop by my room and pick up some supplies. After all, we don't know what we're getting into, and the first step to adventure is to always be prepared."

Mostly, Vala wanted to make sure she had everything she needed in the case that there was something shiny, rare and/or valuable that she may need to, er, liberate. "Some water," she chatted idly, "a first aid kit. And, oh, some of those delicious granola bars from the kitchen. Have you tried those? They're really good."

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[bondsjamesbonds.livejournal.com]

Neal wasn't going to argue with her version of events. He knew that once a lie had been told you had to keep it going or that's where everything fell apart. He'd just play the helpless guy angle, it was mostly true with that damned arm break anyways, and hope that they could pull off getting away if things went south.

"Certainly managed to get a very nice wife... for not trying and being... a cripple." Neal yawned a little. "Where were we going to honey moon?"

It was routine, to make sure all the details of the con would be perfectly planned. Any number of questions could be asked casually and Neal wanted to make sure that he and Vala were in 100% agreement on the facts. He tried to make the question sound like a joke, rather than an information dig and hoped that her already taking him for what he'd said he was and knowing he wasn't "himself" at the moment were enough to keep her from wondering too much.

[queenofthieves.livejournal.com]

A little thankful he has asked, Vala thought about the answer. She hadn't got as far as being concerned that their answers would line up, being she was too distracted in hoping he wasn't catching up. But whatever wondrous drugs they had given Neal were obviously effecting his judgement, and for that Vala was incredibly thankful.

"I hadn't got that far," she finally admitted. "I'm not familiar with the planets in this sector, and no one asked. I suppose we could just tell them we were out for a private jaunt in our brand new spaceship..." She grimaced. "Which, by the way, you inherited from your recently deceased and mostly estranged Great Uncle Darrell."

[bondsjamesbonds.livejournal.com]

Neal was glad she seemed to be willing to fill in the blanks. He was too looped to try and come up with something believable that didn't sound like a plan conceived by an idiot. The details were simple and Neal like simple. Good cons left no room for extraneous questions unless absolutely necessary and if that was necessary, a very good rehearsal was needed. Relieved it was going so easily, though that was a very medication induced sense of relief, he patted her hand.

"Great Uncle Darrell and Dad hadn't talked in years. Something about a fishing trip..." he joked. Neal hoped he just seemed like he was trying to keep them out of trouble with creativity.

"Too bad Great Uncle Darrell was also... entirely repulsive so he never managed to find a lady... much less reproduce. Lucky me."