You know I used to have one of these. Back in the day? Except I probably shouldn't call it back in the day because now it is the day and...
[Huh. That's weird. He's in the picture but it's sort of...faded. or fading?]
Piece of crap is what it is, it isn't even developing right.
[John doesn't notice but he's starting to fade, just a little, more in his hands and feet than in anywhere else, but it's enough to see as the Polaroid picture materializes.]
B.
[So he's fading. Actually fading, like in Back to the Future because his dad never met his mother. He always thought that was really unfair, like if you exist already the universe should just keep your number and not erase it?
He's really hoping he's not being erased.
But at least right now he can still move. He's not entirely see-through just yet, even though his hands and arms are scarcely visible, and his feet and calves simply aren't there anymore.
There has to be a reason behind this, some technological something. For all he knows, the Ancients are behind this or the Replicators and this is all some kind of simulation or some new effect from some new weapon and they would figure it out and then use it to get home. Somehow.
So John is wandering around the mall, searching high and low in stores and in nooks and crannies, for anything that might explain this.]
C.
Do you think I can still eat?
[He's pretty faded by now, and it's starting to become disconcerting. He looks like a ghost, and he's staring down at the really delicious looking food on the table in the food court.]
Or do you think you'd see it go through my disembodied digestive system? Actually you know what, maybe I shouldn't eat, that's gross...
D. - One taker only please!
[He should have left when he had the chance. But now it's too late. Now he's stuck.
He's fading, fading far too much he doesn't think anyone can see him anymore. Maybe just his eyes, a glimpse of a panicked face, and he's not even sure they can hear him. He can't even feel his body, he just...is, and he can't pick up his picture. It just lies there on the floor when he became fully intangible, passing through his hand and onto the floor.
But he has to try.]
Hey! Hey, you, I need help!
[His voice is faint, sounding like it was coming from a far away, echoey hallway.]
E. Wildcard - John will be ghosting around the mall for near the entire duration of the event, and the latter part he will not be able to affect anything physical around him. Find me at Indymica if you want to plot something out!
Lt. Col. John Sheppard | Stargate: Atlantis - OTA, cw: body horror
[John looks at the Polaroid picture, shaking it.]
You know I used to have one of these. Back in the day? Except I probably shouldn't call it back in the day because now it is the day and...
[Huh. That's weird. He's in the picture but it's sort of...faded. or fading?]
Piece of crap is what it is, it isn't even developing right.
[John doesn't notice but he's starting to fade, just a little, more in his hands and feet than in anywhere else, but it's enough to see as the Polaroid picture materializes.]
B.
[So he's fading. Actually fading, like in Back to the Future because his dad never met his mother. He always thought that was really unfair, like if you exist already the universe should just keep your number and not erase it?
He's really hoping he's not being erased.
But at least right now he can still move. He's not entirely see-through just yet, even though his hands and arms are scarcely visible, and his feet and calves simply aren't there anymore.
There has to be a reason behind this, some technological something. For all he knows, the Ancients are behind this or the Replicators and this is all some kind of simulation or some new effect from some new weapon and they would figure it out and then use it to get home. Somehow.
So John is wandering around the mall, searching high and low in stores and in nooks and crannies, for anything that might explain this.]
C.
Do you think I can still eat?
[He's pretty faded by now, and it's starting to become disconcerting. He looks like a ghost, and he's staring down at the really delicious looking food on the table in the food court.]
Or do you think you'd see it go through my disembodied digestive system? Actually you know what, maybe I shouldn't eat, that's gross...
D. - One taker only please!
[He should have left when he had the chance. But now it's too late. Now he's stuck.
He's fading, fading far too much he doesn't think anyone can see him anymore. Maybe just his eyes, a glimpse of a panicked face, and he's not even sure they can hear him. He can't even feel his body, he just...is, and he can't pick up his picture. It just lies there on the floor when he became fully intangible, passing through his hand and onto the floor.
But he has to try.]
Hey! Hey, you, I need help!
[His voice is faint, sounding like it was coming from a far away, echoey hallway.]
E. Wildcard - John will be ghosting around the mall for near the entire duration of the event, and the latter part he will not be able to affect anything physical around him. Find me at