[Methos] Out and about
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crossing_lostrpWho: Methos
Where: between the Staff & Camp Crash
Invited: anyone (Alia, even?)
When: Day 25
Status: Incomplete
He wasn't sure what he hoped to achieve with this wonder into the semi-known, but it was certainly better than being cooped in that bunker with the least natural child he'd ever clapped eyes on. A fair few memories had rushed back on seeing Claire's baby, pre-Immortal buzz and all, though the holes were far from plugged. Chances were that he'd taken off into the jungle because of Aaron, and look where that had got him.. but Methos planned to be far more aware of chasms and snarling rat-creatures this time. Besides, a trip to the seaside should do him the world of good. Doctors had been rattling that line for centuries, second only to the benefits of mountain air and/or leeches. Yes, well.
Sword strapped to his back, Methos was more than happy to use the excuse that both doctors had spent far too long away from the other survivors (how he'd managed to forget House was a mystery he might never solve - along with Ash), but he did hope that seeing the plane wreckage would jolt his brain cells a little better. He'd pumped Ripley for names and descriptions, given that he was bound to meet others who knew him, however a day or so dodging awkward questions at the Staff had him well practised at hiding in a goldfish bowl. Disappearing into the masses simply wasn't an option here, something which grated constantly.
Where: between the Staff & Camp Crash
Invited: anyone (Alia, even?)
When: Day 25
Status: Incomplete
He wasn't sure what he hoped to achieve with this wonder into the semi-known, but it was certainly better than being cooped in that bunker with the least natural child he'd ever clapped eyes on. A fair few memories had rushed back on seeing Claire's baby, pre-Immortal buzz and all, though the holes were far from plugged. Chances were that he'd taken off into the jungle because of Aaron, and look where that had got him.. but Methos planned to be far more aware of chasms and snarling rat-creatures this time. Besides, a trip to the seaside should do him the world of good. Doctors had been rattling that line for centuries, second only to the benefits of mountain air and/or leeches. Yes, well.
Sword strapped to his back, Methos was more than happy to use the excuse that both doctors had spent far too long away from the other survivors (how he'd managed to forget House was a mystery he might never solve - along with Ash), but he did hope that seeing the plane wreckage would jolt his brain cells a little better. He'd pumped Ripley for names and descriptions, given that he was bound to meet others who knew him, however a day or so dodging awkward questions at the Staff had him well practised at hiding in a goldfish bowl. Disappearing into the masses simply wasn't an option here, something which grated constantly.
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