Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!

[sinanju]

Who: Everyone
When: About mid-day, five days after Time to put up--
Where: The Whole Colony Site
Invited: ALL PLAY!
Status: Complete

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[Darien]

[starborn_scribe]

Darien sighed and rolled on to his back. The deliciously warm sun made the back of his eyelids glow red. It had been a long week of manual labor clearing out the stargate and the DDT*. Sunbathing in a pair of cut-off denim shorts was the only thing on his agenda for the day.

Cold and some sort of commotion woke Darien. He groggily looked around from where he lay on a towel behind the shelter that he and Bobby shared. The sun had gone behind a cloud. People were darting to and fro shouting and pointing up.

Darien looked up, too. An enormous black... thing obscured most of the sky. (Oh crap.) He shivered only partially from the chill in the air.

Before Darien realized he'd made the decision he found himself sprinting barefoot toward the head honchos' shelters. Boone -- who had some sort of fancy staff, Jackson, WWII hero guy, and O'Neill stood talking and warily watching the hovering black thing. Darien slowed to a halt beside them, blurting, "Tell me that's not a ginormous portable hole."

Daniel's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "Portable hole?"

"Roger Rabbit," Darien supplied. (So much for diffusing tension with humor.)

* OOC: I know it's the DHD. Darien not so much. :)