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crossing_lostrpTeam Cockpit is coming from here
They moved out, sometimes making idle small talk, but mostly just listening. At first they listened to Sergeant Blaise as he directed them on how to mark their route and what to look for to find their way back to Camp Crash. Later they listened to the jungle sounds, and Megabyte figured that everyone was involved in his – or her – own thoughts. That's certainly the place where he was.
He wasn't worried about the "T-Rex," because they'd have plenty of warning about that thing if it were coming. However that didn't stop him from keeping a wary eye all about him, both in searching for possible predators (Forget Croc Hunter's stuff about carrion) and for the source of the niggling feeling he got that they were being watched. It was crazy, and probably just nerves, but Megabyte couldn't help but rub the back of his neck a few times as if he could wipe the phantom eyes away.
When they'd been walking for a good forty-five minutes, the Sergeant pulled abruptly to a stop, cutting his arm back to signal that they should all do the same. Megabyte was surprised to see that everyone, including Pretty Boy – who had yet to introduce himself – and George pulled to a silent halt.
They waited, quietly, only the sound of their breathing filling the air. (Amazing how loud breathing is when you're trying to be quiet.)
Right when Megabyte thought he couldn't be still any longer, he heard it. A rustling, shuffling off to the northeast of them. He realized he wasn't the only one when all heads turned in their direction.
Something was in the trees over there. Something coming right at them, and it was loud and it was fast. It wasn't the thing from the night before but it was something.
The rustling grew louder, and a loud growl could be heard. Instincts kicked in for everyone as the foliage ahead spread and a blur of something white streaked towards them. Megabyte dove to the side, instinctively grabbing George and pulling her out of harms way with him, and really hoped that Blaise or Rodney had sense of enough to use their guns.
They moved out, sometimes making idle small talk, but mostly just listening. At first they listened to Sergeant Blaise as he directed them on how to mark their route and what to look for to find their way back to Camp Crash. Later they listened to the jungle sounds, and Megabyte figured that everyone was involved in his – or her – own thoughts. That's certainly the place where he was.
He wasn't worried about the "T-Rex," because they'd have plenty of warning about that thing if it were coming. However that didn't stop him from keeping a wary eye all about him, both in searching for possible predators (Forget Croc Hunter's stuff about carrion) and for the source of the niggling feeling he got that they were being watched. It was crazy, and probably just nerves, but Megabyte couldn't help but rub the back of his neck a few times as if he could wipe the phantom eyes away.
When they'd been walking for a good forty-five minutes, the Sergeant pulled abruptly to a stop, cutting his arm back to signal that they should all do the same. Megabyte was surprised to see that everyone, including Pretty Boy – who had yet to introduce himself – and George pulled to a silent halt.
They waited, quietly, only the sound of their breathing filling the air. (Amazing how loud breathing is when you're trying to be quiet.)
Right when Megabyte thought he couldn't be still any longer, he heard it. A rustling, shuffling off to the northeast of them. He realized he wasn't the only one when all heads turned in their direction.
Something was in the trees over there. Something coming right at them, and it was loud and it was fast. It wasn't the thing from the night before but it was something.
The rustling grew louder, and a loud growl could be heard. Instincts kicked in for everyone as the foliage ahead spread and a blur of something white streaked towards them. Megabyte dove to the side, instinctively grabbing George and pulling her out of harms way with him, and really hoped that Blaise or Rodney had sense of enough to use their guns.
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[George] The bear is well hung at last (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-15 09:49 am (UTC)George watched curiously as Locke sliced into the bear's head, revealing bone and pronounced it a real bear. Watching Jon and Locke prepare the rope for suspending the bear's corpse from a tree wasn't as interesting and she paid attention instead to Damon and McKay's discussion of cybernetic polar bears and then why McKay had been in Australia.
She was getting very bored by the time Jon and Locke had finished fussing over the rope. George gathered from listening to the seemingly interminable discussions that they had to hang the bear's body from a tree, drain the blood, gut it and then carve it up for meat. George hadn't known that her suggestion of eating the bear was going to be such an involved procedure.
George was thoroughly bored and paying no attention when it was finally time to hoist that huge carcass into the air. She found herself drafted into helping to pull on the rope. Not that she was going to be much help, but they needed everyone's muscles. Dragging a line over a rough tree branch with several hundred pounds of meat at the far end wasn't easy.
It was even harder to help hold it in place without Locke's efforts while he hastily tied off the rope. They managed, but everyone was sweating and breathing hard before they were done. The rope stretched slightly and the branch creaked a bit, but it held. Now they could continue their search, and Locke could come back to butcher the bear afterward.
That was fine with George. Continuing their hike through the jungle was a lot less tiring than wrestling with dead bears.
[Megabyte] (open)
Date: 2006-01-15 05:06 pm (UTC)Instead, he turned his attention to his interesting group of companions. He considered trying to draw them out in idle conversation, but the determined looks on their faces made him think otherwise. He decided to focus on George, walking in front of him, actually glad that he'd ended up walking behind her. It gave him ample opportunity to enjoy the view.
(OOC: *snicker*)
[Jon] Finding the nose (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-15 05:18 pm (UTC)Heh..
The smell of burnt plastic and ozone was the first sign that they were close, followed by a bright gap in the dense forest canopy to one side of their path where sunshine streamed into the shady half-light below. Blaise obviously smelt the wonderful aroma too, changing direction to lead them to the edge of an unnatural clearing before calling a silent halt.
Everyone froze as they took in the sight, Jon included. He'd had a fairly good idea of what to expect, but this surpassed his hopes by a long way. Broken trees, singed and ripped branches all about.. that was to be expected.. and one Boeing 777 nose portion, angled sharply into the sky with the cockpit still in the air. In one piece. Part of the Oceanic Airlines logo was still visible close to the ground, and there'd clearly been a fire among the seats - soot stained the outer fuselage around some of the windows - but as far as Jon could tell the cockpit itself hadn't even touched the ground. For the first time he actually began to believe that there might be a working transceiver in there, though he wasn't willing to bet on a living pilot just yet.
Either way, a huge grin split his face as he nudged Rodney playfully in the ribs. BINGO!
[Megabyte] (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-15 05:45 pm (UTC)He fell back on his abandoned Catholic upbringing and crossed himself, muttering a soft benediction. Then he turned and looked at Blaise, all practicality, "We should probably salvage any medicines and anything useful from this part of the plane as well."
He didn't harbor any hopes of finding anyone alive.
[Rodney] (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-16 03:28 am (UTC)"I wouldn't certainly qualify it as structurally sound," Rodney told the group, "And it'll probably come crashing to the ground - again - as soon as we step foot inside. I'd recommend only the minimum number of personnel, sergeant - myself and Mr. Murphy." Thoughts of wild carnivores, never far from his mind, possibly drawn by the human carrion, prodded him to add, "And maybe a third person in case of trouble. But certainly no more than four."
[Locke] (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-16 03:57 am (UTC)As the others discussed how to proceed, Locke walked around the cockpit, careful not to disturb the trees and vines holding up the nose of the plane. One of McKay's statements caught his attention: "I'd recommend only the minimum number of personnel, sergeant - myself and Mr. Murphy."
(Murphy? McKay, who considers himself the most valuable person on the island, *wants* to be accompanied by a teenager?) That was the last bit of evidence Locke needed. Jon Murphy was no ordinary teenager. Although he tried to hide it, he acted like a seasoned soldier. (No wonder McKay wants him along.) If McKay trusted his precious gray matter to Murphy, then that was good enough for him.
Locke returned to the group, stating, "No sign of any large animals near the cockpit." He turned to McKay. "Perhaps we should try to brace it before anyone enters."
[Rodney] (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-16 04:33 am (UTC)Rodney unbuckled the thigh holster and held it out to Locke. "I'm going to need both hands for climbing," he explained before the man's quizzical look. "And our not so friendly t-rex? He'll be coming after you people first. Maybe you can, I don't know, scare him off with loud noises or something."
Image: The cockpit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ratgirlusa/livejournal%20roleplay/cockpit.jpg)
OOC Comment
Date: 2006-01-16 05:13 am (UTC)See you folks in the morning.
Re: OOC Comment
Date: 2006-01-16 05:32 am (UTC)[Jon] (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-16 01:30 pm (UTC)He shook himself mentally and decided to trust Sgt Blaise with whatever happened on the ground while they were inside the wreck. "Ringing the dinner bell aside, what say we just get in and out of there as quickly as possible? I'm good to go up, but we'll need at least one other person if we're going to be passing stuff down."
Could he get away with making a suggestion? What the heck - it wasn't like they had a great deal of choice. If Blaise and Locke were stay below while he and McKay were going up, that left George, Boone and Damon. Boone acted far too much like a pretty boy with something to prove, and he didn't want to seem biased against the girl but he didn't know anything about her - other than the fact that she was very blase about almost everything. So..
"How 'bout it Damon?"
OOC: that's just picking him cos he seems like a decent bloke - Jon'd get a kick out of it if MB managed to get something working when Rodders is blustering though :)
[Megabyte] (open tag)
Date: 2006-01-16 02:57 pm (UTC)(Just who exactly are you, Jon Murphy?) Megabyte wondered. (Because you're not a normal eighteen-year-old, and having been a not normal kid myself, I can say that with fairly good authority.)
"Yeah, sure," Megabyte answered casually. He didn't think about the possible number of dead bodies inside the nose section until after he answered and he blanched a bit inside. But his need to get his hands on that transceiver was a bit stronger than his unease around dead bodies. (Times like this, I'm glad that I'm not psychometric. That would be a nightmare and a half.) "Who's first?"
"This isn't a game, Damon. What, do you want to draw straws –"
Megabyte cut off Rodney with a wave. It worked, because what Rodney didn't realize was that Megabyte sent a soft, emphatic 'shut up,' when he waved his hands. Just because he wasn't a walking telepathic radio tower didn't mean that Megabyte didn't have access to some skills and abilities that he used when necessary. He considered quieting Rodney in that instance necessary. "You want to go first, then, Rodney?"
OOC giggle
Date: 2006-01-16 03:29 pm (UTC)Poor Rodney. With so many psychics on the island he's going to have to wander off by himself to let out all of that ranting. *snicker*
OOC Into the fuselage?
Date: 2006-01-16 08:51 pm (UTC)OOC Question
Date: 2006-01-16 11:31 pm (UTC)OOC Answer
Date: 2006-01-17 12:03 am (UTC)onwards and upwards
Date: 2006-01-17 12:08 am (UTC)