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[ooc: takes place around 24 hours after this]
Just a little further now! By Jove, there's nothing more invigorating than a brisk jog on the beach!
"Cool it, Hasselhoff." John winced as Scorpius donned a pair of red swimming trunks. "I thought you said I was heading in the right direction."
We are, John. Have a little faith.
John snorted and stumbled again in the sand, falling to his knees before he attempted to haul himself back up.
This bit of sand looks familiar, don't you think? Oh Crichton, really.
John had a particularly good vantage point of the sand, seeing as how his left cheek was smashed into it. He cracked an eye. "Oh yeah. Yeah, definitely."
Up now. Up, up, up, up.
John hauled himself to his feet once more and ventured another glance around. "Huh. It does kinda." He swallowed thickly and coughed, an uncomfortable sound.
We'll head for those rocks. You can rest again.
John nodded and scraped the sand from his body, wincing as it ground into the crisscross pattern of cuts that covered his arms. "I don't know but I been told," he sang weakly, waiting for Scorpius' answering chant. "Crichton here is getting...getting...um. Dizzy." He stumbled down onto the nearest rock and closed his eyes before Scorpius could say another word.
Just a little further now! By Jove, there's nothing more invigorating than a brisk jog on the beach!
"Cool it, Hasselhoff." John winced as Scorpius donned a pair of red swimming trunks. "I thought you said I was heading in the right direction."
We are, John. Have a little faith.
John snorted and stumbled again in the sand, falling to his knees before he attempted to haul himself back up.
This bit of sand looks familiar, don't you think? Oh Crichton, really.
John had a particularly good vantage point of the sand, seeing as how his left cheek was smashed into it. He cracked an eye. "Oh yeah. Yeah, definitely."
Up now. Up, up, up, up.
John hauled himself to his feet once more and ventured another glance around. "Huh. It does kinda." He swallowed thickly and coughed, an uncomfortable sound.
We'll head for those rocks. You can rest again.
John nodded and scraped the sand from his body, wincing as it ground into the crisscross pattern of cuts that covered his arms. "I don't know but I been told," he sang weakly, waiting for Scorpius' answering chant. "Crichton here is getting...getting...um. Dizzy." He stumbled down onto the nearest rock and closed his eyes before Scorpius could say another word.