taxonomites | .04 [Location: SGC Mess]/[Visual] Making plans

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...]

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"Sheppard here. And one Portal and Half Life 2 down."

Really he should find something more productive.

"Why don't I recall you mentioning those before?" They'd probably have been decent distractions, after all.

"I just got them a few days ago. You missed GLaDOS talking over the tablets?"

"Missed who now?" That'd be one of the times he'd holed up somewhere deep in the mountain, shut off the tablet, and pretended he was actually home. A miniature vacation from Taxon, if you would.

"You need to play more video games, Mitchell." Sheppard grinned. "How big is that TV screen in the briefing room?"

"I play a good amount!" Granted, he hadn't played any since he'd been here, and there was about two weeks back home that he'd been too busy to spend time on the Playstation, but still.

He squinted at the Colonel. "I don't think it's hooked up for that."

"Couple of geniuses like us? Sure we could figure it out. Colonel O'Neill isn't using it." Sheppard pointed out.

He was fairly certain using the briefing room projection screen to play video games broke more than just a few rules. "Before we give Colonel Carter fits, I've got another idea." He tilted his head to the side, and offered a slim, amused smile. "You any good at basketball, Sheppard?"

"Better at football and that... thing where Teyla and Ronin beat me up with sticks." Which sounded much more awkward than it was meant to. "You wanna shoot some hoops?"

"I think that's called 'getting beaten up'." Not that he had much room to talk. His own sparring sessions with Teal'c were little more than him getting beaten up by the big Jaffa. Which, oddly, worked pretty well with dealing with anyone smaller than Teal'c. "Was thinking maybe we could scrounge together the guys and girls into a couple of teams."

"Good idea. It'll probably go better than my attempt at football. Don't ask a guy named Sylar to play. He hates sports. Kirk might be up for it."

Oh, he could just see Kirk and Mitchell getting along.

Kirk, huh? Was that a member of the Atlantis crew here, or someone else?"

"As in Sergeant Siler?" He blinked, and shook his head. "Thought we'd start small, until Vala gets the hang of the rules, and we can get Colonel Carter hooked."

Carter and basketball. She knew how to play? Huh.

"Nah, name is Sylar. One of the guys here in Taxon. Has some sort of weird... powers. Reading memories and telekinesis and a bunch of stuff."

Cam would've bet she did. He just had to entice her into coming out of basketball hiding.

"Like...Prior abilities, then?"

"With less evil wanting to control the universe."

He shrugged. Less wanting to control the universe in this place was probably a good thing. While the ego might help find a way out of the place eventually, it was his experience that they took the path of least resistance first, so...the people stuck in the city would have to deal with him long before their captors would. "Should I count you in, then?"

"Course. Not like there's anything else to do here."

Cam nodded. Sheppard had been one of the ones he'd figured would go with the idea without any trouble. "Good. I'll just go rustle up the rest of the team, and see when we can get a first game going."

"Great. I'll be stopping by the SGC later."

Yeah? What? [charming as always.]

Well...so far...not disastrous. This one could be tricky.

"Doing alright, Colonel?"

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