Their experiments were nearly always weird, but in this case, it just might become downright disgusting.

Coming down the hallways is Billy Cranston, carrying a container of everyone's favorite nutritious slop. It's a wonder how he can see around it, as it's half as big as he is. If anything's for sure, it's that the intention is not to eat it. As he walks, he manages to move his mouth to the hand bearing his comm ring. Time to leave a message for his partner in the lab.

((I'm transporting the slop now. The other supplies are in my backpack.))

When he finally reaches the entrance to their Special Weapons laboratory, he pauses for a moment and rests. He hopes he never has to deal with this much slop at once ever again. But at least they'll be building something useful---and it was great that Jamie had progressed enough to build this with him! It would work. It had to.

[[ooc: Jamie and Billy are building a project that's going to fail this time, but that's okay! Feel free to gawk at Billy in the hall, both in the lab, or try to help them out. Just let us know.]]

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The atmosphere this time was vastly different than it had been for the past couple of weeks. The most noticable difference was that it was outdoors; the sun shone brightly, beating down on the military parade ground. Several hundred feet away, a massive wall could be seen, at least twenty feet tall, and the sounds of a city emanated from behind it. Occasionally, a pair of draconians would be spotted walking the ramparts.

The shooting range off to one side looked very out of place in the obviously medieval setting, but it was a necessity; that portion of the training was all Ronon's, and Kang let him have complete control of it.

An interesting addition to the piles of wooden weaponry was a wicker basket filled with strips of multi-colored cloth.

Ronon turned to his scaled friend. "Everything on your end is ready, right?"

"Yeah. Hopefully this won't go as badly as I fear," Kang sighed, squaring his shoulders and raising his voice so that everyone else could hear him. "We've got a few surprises for you all this time. Those--" he pointed at the basket "--are blindfolds. You can probably guess what they're for. Admittedly, I myself don't have much, if any, experience fighting while blind, so you all won't be the only ones learning something new over the next few days. The rest of them, you'll find out as the day progresses."

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