Singularity

Archive Log: 21

"So, here we are-"

"Please, don't do a speech." Daniels quite quickly cut off the soundings, and beginnings of a speech from coming out of her other half's mouth. The fact that the noise in the bridge had dulled down seemed to Jacob to be the opportune moment to try and come out with something motivational. Daniels, however, had other ideas. No one present needed to listen to Jacob rambling on awkwardly in an alcohol fuelled stupor. Stupor was pushing it, he wasn't nearly that bad, just slightly away with the fairies was all. But most in the room, obviously minus Walter and Onora, were a bit tipsy. 

Back in the base, there was always rules and regulations to follow. Though some may have been stricter than others, and though yes, there was a bar with an ample alcohol stash, it was pushed on them not to get half cut whenever and where ever possible. It didn't stop all, but for the most part, getting drunk was avoided.

In fact, becoming drunk on a spaceship didn't seem at all wise. There were more dangers here, or rather, more things that could drunkenly be tampered with and do harm to whoever...

"Come on..." Jacob grinned back down at Daniels, she rolled her eyes with a smile. "We're all here!"

"As opposed to where?" Was Tennessee's slightly slurred sounding question from his position in the pilots seat. He was reclining back, having got quite comfortable with a bottle waylaid to him and him alone. 

Jacob opened his mouth to answer, only to shut it and shrug loosely. "I don't know," he mumbled away seconds later, and took a sip of his drink. 

His ability, or rather lack thereof to capitalise on a moment to possibly hash out a speech, was rather quickly forgotten. Rather, the fact that the moment even almost appeared was speedily washed aside with the appearance of new, full bottles of alcohol. Honestly, they were all surprised as the next person; why on earth there was so much alcohol was beyond any of them. Were the people in charge expecting them to relate and turn to alcohol often?

The bleakness of space, and the never changing atmosphere onboard could be enough to drive someone insane. Let alone insane with drink. Or in fact; insane when the drink ran out. 

As partial bystander, or one half of the bystander pair, Walter just stood by, tilting his head now and again trying to figure out if what was going on was something serious, or could be considered a drinking game. Honestly, he didn't know. He did glance at Onora for some sort of clue in, but all he got was her sighing and shaking her head as she drunk slowly from her glass. This happened a few times, at one point her face scrunched up and she pushed the glass aside before Walter picked it up and sniffed at the content. 

He wondered why she'd suddenly turn so sour looking over the dark liquid, until he leaned his head back from the glass and looked around. "Excuse me," he had said while getting Hallett's attention, the tall rather robust blonde looked confused as to why the synthetic was even addressing him. "You picked up the wrong glass." Walter had explained as simply as ever as he stared the security officer in the eye.

Hallett had left the bridge, ditching his glass next to Onora's as he left. Having moved around the room herself and Walter were now situated more to one side near one of two doors which lead out of the room. Easy mistake to make, and all that. 

"Consider yourself excused, Walter." Hallett looked down at the glass in his hand before exchanging it with the one Walter was offering to him. "No hard feelings?" The correct glass now in Hallett's hand clinked against the one in Walter's. 

He narrowed his eyes a fraction, tilting his head as he straightened back up and passed the glass to Onora. She awkwardly smiled, more than aware to the fact that most, if not all had turned to watch the exchange. Ankor for one looked close to crying for keeping his laughter in, beside him Tennessee didn't help by sniggering behind his hand.