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Who: 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?"
( Why did it have to be sugar gliders? )
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?"
( Why did it have to be sugar gliders? )