John Connor (johnbaum) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-06-06 08:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2013 06, character: john connor, character: sam hanna |
RP: John and Sam
Who: John Connor and Sam Hanna
Where: Camp
When: Thursday, June 6, 2013
Summary: John's got some ideas to float if he can get a little more information.
John would never, ever tell anyone because they would think he had lost his mind, but for all it's downfalls, the camp was the first place that felt like home since he arrived in Omega. Being with Brian, that always felt like home. But, it was different. It was...well, this was practically his childhood home. He'd spent the first half of his life growing up in various parts of the jungles and rainforests in Central and South America. It wasn't until they'd ventured north and Mom had gotten caught taking out Cyberdyne that he truly lived in a city. This...well, this reminded him of hikes with his mother and playing hide and seek as training. He almost expected to see his mom come out from the forest with her backpack and riffle, wearing clothing remarkably similar to what he now wore in the T-shirt and fatigues.
Of course, his rainforests hadn't had dinosaurs. But, really? Except for the big ones, that wasn't much different from machines. Actually, it was surprisingly similar when he stopped to think abut it: beings much more powerful than himself, hunting him without emotional influence, just survival.
He'd checked the machine over yesterday, made sure it was intact and functioning. It needed to recharge. But otherwise seemed to be fine. He hadn't risked opening a rift to check. That would have been stupid. But the diagnostic software he'd designed didn't seem to find any problems other than no power, which they could rectify with time.
So, his thoughts turned back to the immediate concerns of survival and some of the things he'd been considering, remembering, planning, trying to work into Derek's training as they could. But, while the terrain was familiar, he couldn't let himself fall into the trap of thinking it was exactly the same. And with that in mind, he sought out his best source of information: Sam Hanna.
"Hey, got a minute?" he asked with a grin when he found the man in what looked like a rare moment of being only busy and not super busy. "It's good to have you back, by the way. Didn't get to say that yesterday. Anyway, since we only have thirteen to fourteen hours of usable daylight, I'll get to the point. If you've got the time, I was hoping I could compare notes with you on what plant life you've observed here and how it compares to what I know. When I told everyone I moved around a lot, what I didn't mention is that the first ten years of my life all that moving was primarily through tropical jungle and rainforest areas. Most kids got taught to look both ways when they crossed the street, I got how to find water without relying on lakes and rivers. But, my rainforests were definitely not this rainforest. Since we don't have time for it to take five months for me to learn what you already know, I was thinking if I could describe some species to you that could be useful, or point out some I can see along the edge of the forest from here, you could tell me if there's something comparable to what I know. I figure it wastes less time than if I go through a list of grand schemes for twenty minutes only for you to say we don't have the materials available."