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crossing_lostrpWho: A whole flippin' posse (Sam Tyler, Locke, Daisy, Daniel, Tara, Methos, Faith, Alia, Jack, Dean, Sam, Molly, the Doctor)
Where: Outside of the Staff, north side (initially)
When: Day 28, morning, immediately following "Search and rescue"
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete
Although Sam led the motley group, he felt utterly out of his element. The majority of them crashed through the lush tropic underbrush, jumping at every bird call and animal's cry.
Five minutes into the journey a legion of small gliding rats swooped down on them making peculiar barks and grinding noises. "Bloody hell!" Sam shouted, covering his face with one arm while swatting at the furry attackers with his club.
"Just keep moving and they'll stop," a male American voice called.
Sam must have moved far enough away because the rats had quit attacking him. He looked up to find John Locke, Faith, and Jack herding everyone forward. They all seemed rather amused. "What the sodding hell are those things?"
"Crocodile hunter here says they're 'sugar gliders,'" Faith chuckled. She peered up at a cluster of them clinging to a tree. "Cute li'l guys."
"Gliding marsupials. Harmless," Jack added.
Sam sniffed. (Scared the shite out of me.)
Once everyone had calmed down Locke announced, "There's no sign of any more rats within a quarter mile."
"Good. Thanks, mates," Sam acknowledged. He turned to lead the group down the path, then found Locke beside him.
The older man said quietly, "Mind if I take point? This seems to come naturally to me."
Sam motioned ahead. "Be my guest." He gave Locke a chagrinned smile. "I've learned that this is anything but my natural element."
Where: Outside of the Staff, north side (initially)
When: Day 28, morning, immediately following "Search and rescue"
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete
Although Sam led the motley group, he felt utterly out of his element. The majority of them crashed through the lush tropic underbrush, jumping at every bird call and animal's cry.
Five minutes into the journey a legion of small gliding rats swooped down on them making peculiar barks and grinding noises. "Bloody hell!" Sam shouted, covering his face with one arm while swatting at the furry attackers with his club.
"Just keep moving and they'll stop," a male American voice called.
Sam must have moved far enough away because the rats had quit attacking him. He looked up to find John Locke, Faith, and Jack herding everyone forward. They all seemed rather amused. "What the sodding hell are those things?"
"Crocodile hunter here says they're 'sugar gliders,'" Faith chuckled. She peered up at a cluster of them clinging to a tree. "Cute li'l guys."
"Gliding marsupials. Harmless," Jack added.
Sam sniffed. (Scared the shite out of me.)
Once everyone had calmed down Locke announced, "There's no sign of any more rats within a quarter mile."
"Good. Thanks, mates," Sam acknowledged. He turned to lead the group down the path, then found Locke beside him.
The older man said quietly, "Mind if I take point? This seems to come naturally to me."
Sam motioned ahead. "Be my guest." He gave Locke a chagrinned smile. "I've learned that this is anything but my natural element."
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