Rodney was helped, er, pulled to his feet by the brothers as a will-o-the-wisp shadow in the form of Raelle returned briefly to check on her now... grown group? Oh, great.
He brushed himself off, grumbling, rolled his shoulder as a hand rested on it, and looking at the woman who just disappeared into the woods once more, started once more. First, a trot, then a lope, and as they got into the area, a run.
McKay stopped short, his eyes rising to the swirling vortex, his expression hanging in scientific wonder. He'd never seen a wormhole that /wasn't/ attached to a stargate, and the event horizon was /nothing/ that he'd expected. It was still the size as a stargate portal, that is, about 24 feet across, around, but rather than the shimmering blue, it was a darker, more ominous looking exit. He didn't have to worry about getting sucked in, certainly. Basic physics, that, but he couldn't help but stare. That would take me closer to home... And onto a planet that is probably crawling with Wraith. Now, why no more were coming through was a mystery. Was it closed on the other side?
Focus, Rodney... Right. Rodney shook his head and brought up the bit that he'd been handed by Jack. He squinted at the bracer-sized wristband and lifted his finger to start, essentially, poking at it. Before any buttons could be pressed, the vortex began to shut, slowly, but noticably.
It took about a minute, silent to the end, hardly remarkable in comparison to the way it opened to the island. In the darkness Rodney's features fell to a frowning scowl. Disappointed, perhaps, relieved certainly. He exhaled audibly in the night, his shoulders slumping before he realized that one of them ached from one of his many stumbles. Wincing, he brought a hand up to massage it once more. "That's going to bruise."
He looked at the brothers that accompanied him and stared for a long minute as he only then realized what they'd said. "Spell casting? Y-y-you can--" Affect wormholes that run millions of miles in length? "It couldn't hold. The amount of energy it required was growing exponentially, and it must have been closed at the other side. The... origin didn't have the power to keep it open." A deliberately created wormhole, yes, and there was nothing in the astrophysicist's tone that would suggest that it was anything remarkable, at least in his experience.
[McKay] No, nor now
He brushed himself off, grumbling, rolled his shoulder as a hand rested on it, and looking at the woman who just disappeared into the woods once more, started once more. First, a trot, then a lope, and as they got into the area, a run.
McKay stopped short, his eyes rising to the swirling vortex, his expression hanging in scientific wonder. He'd never seen a wormhole that /wasn't/ attached to a stargate, and the event horizon was /nothing/ that he'd expected. It was still the size as a stargate portal, that is, about 24 feet across, around, but rather than the shimmering blue, it was a darker, more ominous looking exit. He didn't have to worry about getting sucked in, certainly. Basic physics, that, but he couldn't help but stare. That would take me closer to home... And onto a planet that is probably crawling with Wraith. Now, why no more were coming through was a mystery. Was it closed on the other side?
Focus, Rodney... Right. Rodney shook his head and brought up the bit that he'd been handed by Jack. He squinted at the bracer-sized wristband and lifted his finger to start, essentially, poking at it. Before any buttons could be pressed, the vortex began to shut, slowly, but noticably.
It took about a minute, silent to the end, hardly remarkable in comparison to the way it opened to the island. In the darkness Rodney's features fell to a frowning scowl. Disappointed, perhaps, relieved certainly. He exhaled audibly in the night, his shoulders slumping before he realized that one of them ached from one of his many stumbles. Wincing, he brought a hand up to massage it once more. "That's going to bruise."
He looked at the brothers that accompanied him and stared for a long minute as he only then realized what they'd said. "Spell casting? Y-y-you can--" Affect wormholes that run millions of miles in length? "It couldn't hold. The amount of energy it required was growing exponentially, and it must have been closed at the other side. The... origin didn't have the power to keep it open." A deliberately created wormhole, yes, and there was nothing in the astrophysicist's tone that would suggest that it was anything remarkable, at least in his experience.