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Day 8 - Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)
The small group gathered early, collecting food to sustain them for lunch, but prepared to scavenge for their own meals after that. Rose was starting off wearing her backpack, and had a Bamboo walking stick. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail on top her head, keeping it out of the way. The Backpack held two changes of clothing two blankets wand bottled water. The Doctor carried nothing except what was in the pockets f his ever-present leather jacket. Sayid had one of John Locke’s knives tucked into his belt, and one of the sturdy spears from the found crate ‘just in case’.
Sayid had not understood why he had been asked to join them. He knew that between The Doctor and Doctor McKay his own technical knowledge was limited. But the Doctor insisted he’d be invaluable if they were dealing with older equipment and, The Doctor confided, he was obviously one of the ex-military types. He told the Iranian he wanted someone who could handle themselves, and was an adult, with them. Someone he trusted to help protect the group. Although when he said the group he’d turned to look at Rose. Sayid was not certain if The Doctor was mad or not, the things he had heard whispered round the campfire, but he was capable. And the obvious trust was an honor of its own.
McKay, Jon and Tara rounded out the group heading for the Transmitter. Tara had the map. The Doctor had announced he didn’t need it. Rose complained that such a statement was something only those male statements that tended to get people lost, so Tara had been handed the map to keep them on track, should the Doctor’s ‘excellent sense of direction’ fail them.
They had set off keeping to the shade of the treeline. Besides the shade, the ground was harder there, and easier to walk over. They were not traveling fast, in deference to McKay’s still hurting ribs.
[McKay] Skepticism (everone :))
"Wait-wait-wait... Giving them a map to the campsite? But-but..." A pile of 'what-if's ran through his mind, a million of reasons why it wasn't a good idea. Of course, it certainly wasn't a good idea to bring them along, either. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. They wouldn't get there until night, and-and-and..."
Wait. That's right. The woods. At night. His shoulders drooped, though that particular action caused a bit more discomfort that he was prepared for, and a hand moved around his chest as he turned his back towards the general group. Ow. "Can... we please just hurry up and go meet our fate in there rather than prolonging it?"
[Doctor] Skepticism (everone :))
"We've got guards set up. You might not have noticed, but there are less friendly types round 'bout. Stay out of the forest after dark unless you really know the territory. When you get to the camp, don't try to case it first, approach like you did us. Out and open is less likely to set off alarms." The Doctor advised.
"We have thirty minutes or so til sun's down, kiddies, and a mile to go before we sleep."
[Faith] Whoa. Time Out. (open tag)
Faith put her fingers between her lips and let out a shrill wolf whistle. Conversation instantly stopped as all heads turned to her. Fortunately, she was used to being glared at and being the center of attention so the looks didn't phase her one bit. "You mind if me and M get a word in here. Well, M got her word in, but I'd kinda like to maybe put in my two bits?"
"I don't know any of you 'cept Tara, and she's not running scared so I'm gonna guess you're an okay crowd for now. But, we've been here for a week, and you're the first people we've seen that whole time. As much as I get taht you don't know me and M from Jack and Jill, before you send us off to 'camp' I'd kinda like to know what we're walking into.
"And, I don't know, but considering we've been here and haven't seen you, and you've been well, wherever you've been, maybe swapping intel might be a good idea? Never survived a plane crash before, so I'm not real clear on the etiquette, but I'm pretty sure that saying," Faith paused and did a surprisingly good imitation of the Doctor's accent, "Well met, off with you now,' would not make Miss Manners happy."
Actually Faith didn't mind staying on the beach, but she had questions and she wasn't going to get answers sleeping under the stars next to Mara. These were people, actual people who were survivors of another plane crash, and that set off all kinds of alarms that didn't have a damn thing to do with Slayer sense.
"Anybody ever heard of safety in numbers?"
[Tara] Two-cents (open tag)
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