Running, part 2tinahSeptember 25 2011, 17:18:45 UTC
Of course the generator had to be the longest distance from the village of all the various things the team was asked to fix. Of course the heavy clouds would choose just the moment when he was the furthest from the village to release their liquid burden. Of course there would be no shelter whatsoever between the generator and the village. Soaking wet and miserable, Rodney was making his way along a winding dirt road to the village at top speed. Well, at his top speed. Which, he reluctantly admitted, was considerably less than that of the rest of his team. He would alternate running for a short while with slowing down to a walk when his chest started hurting and his throat got sore from his gasping breaths in the chill air. Cold rainwater was plastering his hair to his scalp, running down his neck, down his collar and chilling him to the bone. His wet trousers were clinging to his legs and chafing with every laborious step, and he was sure his feet were beginning to blister in his combat boots. As he made his way miserably through the dreary weather, his mind insisted on tormenting him with the picture of the rest of his team, warm and dry in the inn of the village, eating and drinking to their hearts' content, and probably not sparing him a single thought.
Mission finished and mercifully back on Atlantis, Rodney wasted no time changing into a fresh on-base uniform. Dry and supposedly warm now, he still couldn't stop shivering, so he dug out his orange fleece jacket and zipped it up closely on top of his uniform jacket. Arriving in the lab, he was greeted by a large text tauntingly flashing a red "SIMULATION FAILED" at him from a computer screen. Defeatedly he sunk down on the chair in front of the computer, the crappiness of the day finally catching up with him in all its dubious glory. Then, rallying his waning energy, he located a couple of power bars and a bottle of water and set out trying to figure out exactly how the universe had decided to mock him this time. But somehow he wasn't up to his usual brilliance today. His head felt stuffy and was beginning to hurt, his joints were aching, and his eyes had trouble focusing on the computer screen.
Mission finished and mercifully back on Atlantis, Rodney wasted no time changing into a fresh on-base uniform. Dry and supposedly warm now, he still couldn't stop shivering, so he dug out his orange fleece jacket and zipped it up closely on top of his uniform jacket. Arriving in the lab, he was greeted by a large text tauntingly flashing a red "SIMULATION FAILED" at him from a computer screen. Defeatedly he sunk down on the chair in front of the computer, the crappiness of the day finally catching up with him in all its dubious glory. Then, rallying his waning energy, he located a couple of power bars and a bottle of water and set out trying to figure out exactly how the universe had decided to mock him this time. But somehow he wasn't up to his usual brilliance today. His head felt stuffy and was beginning to hurt, his joints were aching, and his eyes had trouble focusing on the computer screen.
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Yay for the orange fleece!
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