fandomhigh | Escape Artistry: Week 2, Period 3 (Thurs. 07/17)

When students entered the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves transported to the lush, green bank of a huge river. The water in front of them was deep. How deep? Let's stick with very. The water was also dark, meaning if students looked very closely they might chance to see the shadow of creatures lurking beneath the surface. Tied to the riverbank was a large raft with 20 oars, 5 bags of food, and 5 bags of medicine. Should any students be blessed with super sight, they might be able to see the massive rocks dotting the path to the other side through the dense fog that hung in the air.

Again, Ronon was standing in front of the scene, not looking particularly pleased while he waited for the majority of students to show up.

"Everybody on the raft!" Ronon's voice boomed above any chatting that may have been taking place. "Each of you will take a turn guiding us across the river. Try not to kill anyone or lose your supplies and we'll call it a good escape."

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ETA: Use of any and all powers is totally fair game.]

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Rodney looked around to see if there was a way to get out of this. Finding none, he unwillingly went forward for his turn.

Ronon had not programmed a more difficult river for McKay. Just more vicious piranhas. They were biting and snapping at the raft as the fog lifted to reveal the first wave of giant raft-eating boulders.

"Please don't eat me," Rodney muttered under his breath. "Or my crew," he added belatedly.

"Okay, everyone," he said just loudly enough to be heard. "Let's take this slow and easy and try not to attract their attention anymore than we already have." Upon seeing the first boulders, Rodney directed the raft towards a gap that looked big enough for it to safely pass. Hopefully, it would stay that way.

The gaps always looked big enough, and somehow they never were.

The side of the raft scraped along a rock, slowly and easily, a bag of food rolling toward the edge of the raft. Hey, at least the crew was following directions.

Rodney flinched as the raft dragged along the rock. Looking back, he saw the bag about to roll off. "You," he pointed to the kid closest to the rolling bag, "grab that bag and secure it." Rodney kind of liked giving orders.

The crew took orders well, meaning the kid grabbed the bag and tied it to another kid.

Meanwhile, a line of rocks appeared out of thin air, blocking the route to shore.

Rodney rolled his eyes at his crew. At least the kid it was now tied to would probably hold onto it, as long as he didn't go over. Seeing the rocks pop out of nowhere directly in his path, Rodney waved his arms as if he could make them move out of the way. "Evasive maneuvers!" He shouted to the rowers. It usually worked on Galaxy Quest.

Half the crew evaded one way, half the crew evaded another. All in all, they smashed headfirst into the rock, bags of supplies flying in the air, piranhas chomping at the bit to get at any arms or legs that ended up in the water.

Rodney clung to the raft. "Try to not get eaten! And hold on to the supplies," he attempted to order before hanging his head in defeat.

The raft miraculously made it over the rock intact and drifted in the river, just sans half the supplies.

One crew member was suddenly and inexplicably overwhelmed with depression.

Another was lost.

"Huh," Rodney said as they continued on. "Hey! Cut the waterworks until we reach dry land," he said as he pointed at the depressed crewman. "Let's keep this thing moving," he told the rest of them. "And spread out on that side," he motioned where there was a gap.

The depressed crew member was not appeased, growing more ill by the minute. He could die before they reached land.

The lost crew member found his way back to the raft, not knowing where he'd been or why.

The raft, meanwhile, continued across the murky river.

"Where'd you come from?" Rodney asked the kid climbing onto the raft. "Never mind," he added quickly, "just grab an oar and start rowing. It's not much farther," he hoped.

Rodney was right, in that the river bank spread before them like a five dollar buffet.

The depressed kid sighed and joined the others in rowing again, bitching that he probably had scurvy from this venture.

Ronon was standing on the shore, waiting for them to disembark and not looking too pleased with Rodney.

Rodney gulped. He seemed to do that a lot around Ronon. "Well, we made it," he offered tentatively.

Ronon snorted, "Barely. How's the gym?"

"Still standing," Rodney answered truthfully.

Ronon looked down at him with unamused eyes. "If I came after you, think you could outrun me?"

"Um, not as such," he admitted. "But I could hide." It had worked in the Doctor's class a few times. Sort of.

"Nowhere to hide in ~~Vancouver~~ an open field, McKay," he said, voice deep and gravelly.

"Don't hurt me," he whimpered.

"Work on it, McKay," Ronon muttered before moving off.

Rodney let out a sigh of relief and decided to get out of there (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1822630.html?thread=114074790#t114074790) while he could.

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