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[scientificsnark]

It was almost too much to take in at once. It was a good thing Rodney was a genius, or he might not have absorbed any of it. As it was, he was getting there.

As far as he understood it, he was on a weird island populated by people from varying dimensions, realities and universes, not to mention dinosaurs, tigers, monkeys, elephants and mummy-

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[flyboy_shepp]

John couldn't really knock on Rodney's door or anything, and even if the huts had still been there, he wouldn't really have bothered. He just stuck his head inside, and once he saw Rodney there, strolled in.

Giddy wasn't exactly the word John would use to describe how he'd felt the past few days, but it might have come close. When he was ten.

Either way, John found it comforting to be able to stroll in, toss the extra empty sidearm and two clips onto Rodney's mattress, and stand over him, arms crossed. Including leaning over his laptop to see what he was doing, just to piss him off.

[scientificsnark]

"Don't you knock?" Rodney asked irritably, not even looking up. He typed away for a couple of seconds longer before he caught sight of the gun and the clips.

"What is that for?"

[flyboy_shepp]

John just shrugged in answer to the knocking thing. Rodney already knew that one.

"That's yours," he said, gesturing toward them, then at his bandaged left forearm. At least blood wasn't seeping through the gauze anymore. "Sidearm's good, and you're probably going to need it."

[scientificsnark]

"For what?" Rodney moved the computer off his lap and took the gun, looking at it as if he'd never seen one before. "Shooting tigers? Trust me, if a tiger's coming at me the last thing I'm gonna do is stand there and shoot at it. Not so good with the facing down of danger, remember? I'm much better at the running away and hiding."

Nevertheless, he shrugged, and loaded one of the clips into the pistol, tucking the other beneath his pillow. "Thanks, though. I think."