Front Lawn, Friday Evening
It had been said that Samantha Carter was a genius. One of the best minds of her generation.
Which may have been completely negated by the fact that she was outside in a pair of running leggings and a sweatshirt, her arms extended and head tipped back as she let the rain pour over and around her. She'd been taught to come in out of the rain, of course, but she just didn't care. The cold rain felt cleansing, and after digging up memories earlier while talking to Anakin, she needed that.
[ooc: Post is open to anyone who wants to play rain tag, jump in puddles, take a shower, start a mud fight, try to drag Sam inside, or catch pneumonia.]
Which may have been completely negated by the fact that she was outside in a pair of running leggings and a sweatshirt, her arms extended and head tipped back as she let the rain pour over and around her. She'd been taught to come in out of the rain, of course, but she just didn't care. The cold rain felt cleansing, and after digging up memories earlier while talking to Anakin, she needed that.
[ooc: Post is open to anyone who wants to play rain tag, jump in puddles, take a shower, start a mud fight, try to drag Sam inside, or catch pneumonia.]