> 004: HISTORY LESSONS As cautious as John is about... well, everything in this place he has to admit one thing:
He loves a good festival.
Free samples? Rides? Games? A ton of food -- although, admittedly, the stylistic changes that seem to have happened over the years are still... something to get used to.
All in all, John is having about as good a time as he can given the circumstances. Learning about why they're having a festival, though, seems like a pretty solid idea. All information is useful, anything to help him blend in.
The video gives him chills he doesn't want to admit to, and he doesn't know why he agrees to try the simulation but -- but maybe he just wants to see it. Maybe he just wants to see it happen and... convince himself the problem isn't as familiar as it feels.
Luckily he's been in a simulation before, so although he takes a second to adjust --
(The body armour it assigns him is weird, the weapon is unfamiliar, the landscape has changed a little but what the heck at least he has a weapon in this)
-- he's focusing in right away. Just because it isn't real, that doesn't mean he shouldn't be concentrating. It's a learning experience, after all. He glances sideways as someone appears beside him and tilts his head -- trying to gauge if they're real or not. Well, one way to find out:
"Ready to terminate with extreme prejudice?"
He flicks a smile as he checks his virtual gun over for... whatever settings it has. Is it on stun? Well, he'll figure it out.
> 007: FIGHT CLUB
If there's one thing John can't do, it's stay idle. Being grounded, without any specific direction, with the weird feeling that he's not getting anywhere is a recipe for a slow, horrible spiral of despair. Which means any opportunity to get information -- however stupid -- is one he's going to take. If John needs to get himself beaten to hell and back, well, that's fine if at least gains him something. Someone talking to him, someone offering him information, getting him contacts.
That, and... it makes him feel a little better. Not that he's admitting it.
As it stands, John is slumped on the bar nursing a drink. His face is a mess -- it was definitely bleeding earlier, and it will definitely be bruised nastily tomorrow -- but he's pretty sure he'll sleep better for having let some steam off.
"I'd have had her," he's saying, "if she hadn't had the..."
John makes a vague gesture to indicate enhancements and takes a sip of his drink. He probably wouldn't have beaten her even then, but John isn't about to admit that. The cut on his lip stings and he winces, sets down the glass and touches it again -- then the rest of his face tentatively. The bartender tops up his drink sympathetically then moves on and John sighs, glances sideways. He waits until has someone's attention, then gestures vaguely to the state of his face.
"Still bleeding?"
He can't tell when everything is equally sore.
> 008: A MONSTROUS ATTACK
John's pretty sure he saw a movie like this once.
He'd make a joke about it if he thought anyone in this place would get it, but they won't and anyway it's probably -- probably not quite the right time for that given the way things seem about to go.
The ground vibrates and John braces himself, watching -- oh, that's gross. Is it... sprouting...
One by one, the strange creatures emerging from the monster hit the ground and begin to move. Some of them at what can only be described as a gallop. Snapping his attention to their surroundings John begins looking for cover, for open doorways, for anything that might be an improvised weapon before moving slightly in front of the person nearest to him.
"There's a lot of those things," he murmurs. There's a lot of them and he doesn't have a gun right now.
That's no reason not to directly head into the fight, though. He's thinking about it.
> 009: WHERE THERE'S SMOKE
Smoke inhalation isn't exactly fun on a good day.
As it stands John is singed, exhausted, has a burn that is making his head spin and is pretty sure he's going to vomit. He's not sure which bits are related: the headache he supposes makes sense from the heat, he's been coughing enough that he supposed maybe he's starting to trigger the nausea. Maybe the exhaustion is what is making him wobbly on his feet? He'd feel better overall if he was somewhere... quieter.
Quieter and cooler, because he still feels hot.
He feels hot and someone is following him, he can sense it. He hates concerned hovering, hates people in his space and John doesn't know if this person intends to mug him or saccharinely ask are you okay but he feels overly annoyed just at the thought of it. He coughs again as he sways his way down an alleyway and then stops, blinks back a wave of nausea and turns to glower at whoever it is.
"You know," he drawls, "I have a thing about being stalked."
His body-language is tense, angry, like despite how John is swaying he's ready to pick a fight.
[ ooc; I default to prose, but if you hate prose just stick your tags in brackets and I'll match! ]
John Sheppard | Stargate: Atlantis
As cautious as John is about... well, everything in this place he has to admit one thing:
He loves a good festival.
Free samples? Rides? Games? A ton of food -- although, admittedly, the stylistic changes that seem to have happened over the years are still... something to get used to.
All in all, John is having about as good a time as he can given the circumstances. Learning about why they're having a festival, though, seems like a pretty solid idea. All information is useful, anything to help him blend in.
The video gives him chills he doesn't want to admit to, and he doesn't know why he agrees to try the simulation but -- but maybe he just wants to see it. Maybe he just wants to see it happen and... convince himself the problem isn't as familiar as it feels.
Luckily he's been in a simulation before, so although he takes a second to adjust --
(The body armour it assigns him is weird, the weapon is unfamiliar, the landscape has changed a little but what the heck at least he has a weapon in this)
-- he's focusing in right away. Just because it isn't real, that doesn't mean he shouldn't be concentrating. It's a learning experience, after all. He glances sideways as someone appears beside him and tilts his head -- trying to gauge if they're real or not. Well, one way to find out:
"Ready to terminate with extreme prejudice?"
He flicks a smile as he checks his virtual gun over for... whatever settings it has. Is it on stun? Well, he'll figure it out.
> 007: FIGHT CLUB
If there's one thing John can't do, it's stay idle. Being grounded, without any specific direction, with the weird feeling that he's not getting anywhere is a recipe for a slow, horrible spiral of despair. Which means any opportunity to get information -- however stupid -- is one he's going to take. If John needs to get himself beaten to hell and back, well, that's fine if at least gains him something. Someone talking to him, someone offering him information, getting him contacts.
That, and... it makes him feel a little better. Not that he's admitting it.
As it stands, John is slumped on the bar nursing a drink. His face is a mess -- it was definitely bleeding earlier, and it will definitely be bruised nastily tomorrow -- but he's pretty sure he'll sleep better for having let some steam off.
"I'd have had her," he's saying, "if she hadn't had the..."
John makes a vague gesture to indicate enhancements and takes a sip of his drink. He probably wouldn't have beaten her even then, but John isn't about to admit that. The cut on his lip stings and he winces, sets down the glass and touches it again -- then the rest of his face tentatively. The bartender tops up his drink sympathetically then moves on and John sighs, glances sideways. He waits until has someone's attention, then gestures vaguely to the state of his face.
"Still bleeding?"
He can't tell when everything is equally sore.
> 008: A MONSTROUS ATTACK
John's pretty sure he saw a movie like this once.
He'd make a joke about it if he thought anyone in this place would get it, but they won't and anyway it's probably -- probably not quite the right time for that given the way things seem about to go.
The ground vibrates and John braces himself, watching -- oh, that's gross. Is it... sprouting...
One by one, the strange creatures emerging from the monster hit the ground and begin to move. Some of them at what can only be described as a gallop. Snapping his attention to their surroundings John begins looking for cover, for open doorways, for anything that might be an improvised weapon before moving slightly in front of the person nearest to him.
"There's a lot of those things," he murmurs. There's a lot of them and he doesn't have a gun right now.
That's no reason not to directly head into the fight, though. He's thinking about it.
> 009: WHERE THERE'S SMOKE
Smoke inhalation isn't exactly fun on a good day.
As it stands John is singed, exhausted, has a burn that is making his head spin and is pretty sure he's going to vomit. He's not sure which bits are related: the headache he supposes makes sense from the heat, he's been coughing enough that he supposed maybe he's starting to trigger the nausea. Maybe the exhaustion is what is making him wobbly on his feet? He'd feel better overall if he was somewhere... quieter.
Quieter and cooler, because he still feels hot.
He feels hot and someone is following him, he can sense it. He hates concerned hovering, hates people in his space and John doesn't know if this person intends to mug him or saccharinely ask are you okay but he feels overly annoyed just at the thought of it. He coughs again as he sways his way down an alleyway and then stops, blinks back a wave of nausea and turns to glower at whoever it is.
"You know," he drawls, "I have a thing about being stalked."
His body-language is tense, angry, like despite how John is swaying he's ready to pick a fight.
[ ooc; I default to prose, but if you hate prose just stick your tags in brackets and I'll match! ]