John steps out into the park, and admittedly, it's not a bad-looking place. The peaceful woods contrasted with a brimming energy from all the nerds running around.
"Almost reminds me of home," he says with an amused smirk as a gaggle of techbros excitedly chatter and pass in front of them.
"I mean, Atlantis, was--it's full of scientists, and researchers, and you should have seen the DnD game nights and Lord of the Rings marathons," he scoffs, as if he wasn't right there with them, nerding out even more, and organizing several Star Wars movie nights himself.
B. Wired 1:
This is probably what he gets for thinking this was a perfectly non-supernatural activity even on the cusp of an apocalypse.
Because John knows morse code.
He glances down at the little robot toy in his hands (and two more at his sides because he is so into this) and it starts clicking. And whirring. And so do the others. Frantic messages.
WHY
HURT
...
Well, that's disconcerting.
"I think mine is broken?"
C. Wired 2:
Admittedly the thrill of the hunt is getting to him. It's...nice, in a way, to be able to embrace it, to not have to worry so much about it (even though he knows he should still probably worry about it), but eventually his pursuit leads him here.
The server room is suspiciously unguarded which probably should have been his first clue.
He glances at the person next to him, and back towards the server doors. If Zyrian is anywhere, he's probably in here.
It's probably fine, but he checks his gun just in case.
"You have a weapon on you?"
D. Enter the Matrix: cw: ptsd, cosmic horror/madness, hallucinations, derealization/depersonalization, potential drowning
So that didn't go well.
And now he was stuck inside the machine, one of the tangled bodies in the wires, and he really, really hopes someone either pulls him out in time or he figures out how to beat this.
Cause this is gonna be really, really hard.
He's been here before--not here, exactly, but he's felt something similar to this before, in Dogtown--stars, innumerable, screaming at him and Rodney, them unable to escape them, filled with that which is unspeakable, unknowable.
They knew nothing.
But something is making him know too much now.
He is a bird crashing into the ocean, he is a dandelion falling into the sky, he is an asteroid forever lost. It's difficult to stop the knowledge from infiltrating his mind, from pushing its way in, and he can feel his mind buckling--there is so much, so much, too much--
He's in Atlantis, a city floating on an ocean, and the ocean is wide, stretching from horizon to horizon and even the giant city feels small--
"No," John growls, holding his head, standing on the balcony, trying to turn away from the ocean and towards the Gate room. The bright lights of the active Stargate cast their own, eerie, water-like reflection over everything.
There's a storm outside, and the waves are starting to crash against the city. Giant waves. Waves big enough that he can start to feel the ocean swells, as the city begins to get tossed to and fro.
Lt. Col. John Sheppard | Stargate: Atlantis | OTA
John steps out into the park, and admittedly, it's not a bad-looking place. The peaceful woods contrasted with a brimming energy from all the nerds running around.
"Almost reminds me of home," he says with an amused smirk as a gaggle of techbros excitedly chatter and pass in front of them.
"I mean, Atlantis, was--it's full of scientists, and researchers, and you should have seen the DnD game nights and Lord of the Rings marathons," he scoffs, as if he wasn't right there with them, nerding out even more, and organizing several Star Wars movie nights himself.
B. Wired 1:
This is probably what he gets for thinking this was a perfectly non-supernatural activity even on the cusp of an apocalypse.
Because John knows morse code.
He glances down at the little robot toy in his hands (and two more at his sides because he is so into this) and it starts clicking. And whirring. And so do the others. Frantic messages.
WHY
HURT
...
Well, that's disconcerting.
"I think mine is broken?"
C. Wired 2:
Admittedly the thrill of the hunt is getting to him. It's...nice, in a way, to be able to embrace it, to not have to worry so much about it (even though he knows he should still probably worry about it), but eventually his pursuit leads him here.
The server room is suspiciously unguarded which probably should have been his first clue.
He glances at the person next to him, and back towards the server doors. If Zyrian is anywhere, he's probably in here.
It's probably fine, but he checks his gun just in case.
"You have a weapon on you?"
D. Enter the Matrix:
cw: ptsd, cosmic horror/madness, hallucinations, derealization/depersonalization, potential drowning
So that didn't go well.
And now he was stuck inside the machine, one of the tangled bodies in the wires, and he really, really hopes someone either pulls him out in time or he figures out how to beat this.
Cause this is gonna be really, really hard.
He's been here before--not here, exactly, but he's felt something similar to this before, in Dogtown--stars, innumerable, screaming at him and Rodney, them unable to escape them, filled with that which is unspeakable, unknowable.
They knew nothing.
But something is making him know too much now.
He is a bird crashing into the ocean, he is a dandelion falling into the sky, he is an asteroid forever lost. It's difficult to stop the knowledge from infiltrating his mind, from pushing its way in, and he can feel his mind buckling--there is so much, so much, too much--
He's in Atlantis, a city floating on an ocean, and the ocean is wide, stretching from horizon to horizon and even the giant city feels small--
"No," John growls, holding his head, standing on the balcony, trying to turn away from the ocean and towards the Gate room. The bright lights of the active Stargate cast their own, eerie, water-like reflection over everything.
There's a storm outside, and the waves are starting to crash against the city. Giant waves. Waves big enough that he can start to feel the ocean swells, as the city begins to get tossed to and fro.
E. Wildcard - Anything goes!