Oct 10, 2009 17:50
He could only run around the subject so long before he had to face it. Literally running around the mountain was a poor distraction. Listening to tablet chatter only made it worse--though he turned it off more often, now that he was wary of text spam. The time had come to accept the unavoidable truth as it was. Frankly, he was only denying what he'd already known before and refused to accept.
He would have to organize an SG basketball team.
It wouldn't be too difficult initially. There were an even number of people on base. Splitting up the teams would be...simple enough. Jackson, Vala, and Sam on one side, himself, O'Neill and Sheppard on the other. Convincing them all to play might be difficult. O'Neill and Sam were the problem issues. He didn't want to have to pull rank on Sam just to get her to have fun--although some days he suspected that would be an inevitability.
But. How to propose the idea.
He flipped the tablet open and frowned. "SG personnel? Status check." It was arguable whether O'Neill would be obligated to answer him. Also with Jackson and Vala--but he trusted them more to do it anyway. If Colonel O'Neill chose not to, he'd just have to hunt him down personally and negotiate something. The drones were not ready to be back-ups.
[OOC: I am still not back! I'm just...trying anyway...]
{ cameron mitchell,
{ jack o'neill,
{ john sheppard