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It'd taken John maybe about three seconds after he woke up to realize what was different, and a minute after that to suffer another round of disappointment when the Chair didn't work. (Or the lifesigns detector.) That was sort of becoming the norm, though, and John wouldn't admit to anyone that he sat in the Chair at least once a week, and every result was the same.
After that he'd just gone on with his regular day, trying not to think about that almost-itch in the back of his mind and failing. It didn't make sense for it to be back, not if his Ancient gene wasn't working anymore, especially in the Chair. It'd always been strongest there, his memories of his last time in it still strong even after a year. It made no sense.
Not too much later John was happily cruising around on Dylan's hoverboard, taking in everything that was going on around him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of what he was seeing, but he'd been around long enough to believe his own eyes.
In fact, he was believing his own eyes so much that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going - when he turned them back front and center, he had to swerve to narrowly avoid crashing straight into a tree. This involved quite a feat of acrobatics, the board going vertical when it really should have been horizontal, and John had one thought (Dylan's going to kill me if I break it) before he closed his eyes and braced himself for hitting the ground.
Only he didn't actually hit it, and John opened one eye, then both warily.
He wasn't actually on the ground - he was hovering a good foot above it, and maybe he was going insane.
John closed his eyes, and it was almost like sitting in the Chair again. It was all so goddamn familiar, and if he'd thought he missed Atlantis before, he was wrong. It was back, all that limitless potential, and it didn't quite feel like the city, but it was close.
When he opened his eyes again, John found himself floating a good five feet above the ground. He let out a surprised exhalation at the sight, then followed that with a yell when it felt like invisible strings had been cut and he fell to the ground again, feet, knees and chest first. God, he was going to feel that in the morning.
A groan of pain turned into a pained laugh, then a genuine one. John rolled onto his back, stared up at the treetops and the blue sky and realized he could be up there.
"I just need some fairy dust," he said, and burst into giddy laughter again.
[OOC: Immediate slowtime since I'm off to work, but I'll peck away at tags while there. :D]
After that he'd just gone on with his regular day, trying not to think about that almost-itch in the back of his mind and failing. It didn't make sense for it to be back, not if his Ancient gene wasn't working anymore, especially in the Chair. It'd always been strongest there, his memories of his last time in it still strong even after a year. It made no sense.
Not too much later John was happily cruising around on Dylan's hoverboard, taking in everything that was going on around him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of what he was seeing, but he'd been around long enough to believe his own eyes.
In fact, he was believing his own eyes so much that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going - when he turned them back front and center, he had to swerve to narrowly avoid crashing straight into a tree. This involved quite a feat of acrobatics, the board going vertical when it really should have been horizontal, and John had one thought (Dylan's going to kill me if I break it) before he closed his eyes and braced himself for hitting the ground.
Only he didn't actually hit it, and John opened one eye, then both warily.
He wasn't actually on the ground - he was hovering a good foot above it, and maybe he was going insane.
John closed his eyes, and it was almost like sitting in the Chair again. It was all so goddamn familiar, and if he'd thought he missed Atlantis before, he was wrong. It was back, all that limitless potential, and it didn't quite feel like the city, but it was close.
When he opened his eyes again, John found himself floating a good five feet above the ground. He let out a surprised exhalation at the sight, then followed that with a yell when it felt like invisible strings had been cut and he fell to the ground again, feet, knees and chest first. God, he was going to feel that in the morning.
A groan of pain turned into a pained laugh, then a genuine one. John rolled onto his back, stared up at the treetops and the blue sky and realized he could be up there.
"I just need some fairy dust," he said, and burst into giddy laughter again.
[OOC: Immediate slowtime since I'm off to work, but I'll peck away at tags while there. :D]