retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

[exastris_scientia]

1. pick a character and tag them in the subject line.
2. post pictures, starters, whatevs
3. profit!

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[skippedthatcourse]

Oh God, yes, please. [The words come out in a rush because holy crap, he's more than ready to move. He gulps the rest of his coffee down with another scrunched up, pained expression and takes a sprig with a grateful hum, shoving the not-quite-mint between his teeth.]

Race you to it? [Come on. He's dying for the exercise.]

[puddlejumped]

[ John chuckles before he downs the rest of his mug with something close to a full body shudder. God, it's awful. He's willing to bet if they brought this back Ronon and Teyla would expound the virtues of something or other and it being a delicacy. Congratulations to John and Evan, right?

Never again. Ever, ever.

But then Lorne is distracting him with the prospect of a run. A race, actually, and he smiles. ]

Loser has to carry McKay's stuff for a week after we get back.

[skippedthatcourse]

[If ever you needed motivation...]

Deal. Hope you enjoy your extra workout.

[Because losing this is no longer an option. Being around McKay for a week straight? He'd rather deal with this planet, thank you very much.]

[puddlejumped]

[ Hey, how do you think he finds a way to dig deep and beat Ronon once in every other blue moon? He imagines carrying all that gear and it just inspires him. ]

Extra workout my ass, that gear is squarely on your shoulders, buddy.

[ John takes off, not even waiting for the go. Who said they had to play fair here? He never heard that leave anybody's mouth. ]

[skippedthatcourse]

What the... hey!!

[Son of a--

He stifles a curse and quickly follows suit, breaking into a run. Sheppard secured himself a decent head start but Evan's quick and stubborn.] That won't help you!

[puddlejumped]

[ Oh, hoho, no. John is moving. He's used to running with Ronon, and Lorne is gonna have to play real dirty to get him to stop. Like tackling kind of dirty, cause he's not coming in last. ]

Seems to be doing a good enough job right now!

[ Called back as he starts up the hill to the ridge. ]

[skippedthatcourse]

[Oh God, he is gonna carry McKay's stuff, isn't he.]

You wish!

[Evan is a good sport - they just talked about Reed and Coughlin, the sore losers on his team and how playing with them is pretty much impossible. Evan doesn't like sore losers and he doesn't like to be one, either. Normally he'd do his best and play fair.

Normally.

Maybe if they had done this sooner. If they hadn't spent the last days hanging around the gate in this colorless trap until he was beyond stir crazy. Now? There's too much pent up energy and besides, Sheppard started it.

Lorne waits until he reaches the hill, the incline narrowing the distance between them. Then he propels himself foward and manages to grab a handful of trouser leg, yanking hard as he comes down.]

[puddlejumped]

[ Sheppard knows he's a good sport, but he's counting on that for trying to get ahead of Evan. He's making good time and distance ahead of him until they hit the hill, and Evan basically tackles him. He manages a step outside of his leg being grabbed, then Lorne tugs and wow that's just dirty.

John goes down with a grunt, coughing at the grey dirt that gets kicked up in their scuffle, and tries to get his leg free. He's not laughing. Not at all. Except he is, cause this is ridiculous. He leans up to try and push at the other guys shoulders, all the while attempting to crawl back toward the top of the hill. ]

Seriously? Get off my leg. [ He's still laughing though, face covered in grey now. God, they are going to need baths after this, but all they found was that crappy little stream back in the other direction. ]