crossing_lostrp | 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.

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Rose looked back at Ash and Jon, "they'll cover the rear, and we stay in the middle with McKay, we should be alright."

Rose was a bit shocked and a tad envious of the blatant and forthright American woman. At least she'd keep everyone on their toes.

She called ahead to the Doctor. "Do you think she has enough oomph to let us get to the shower and maybe bedrooms?"

THe Doctor cocked his head to the side, sensing the TARDIS, feeling out her power supplies.

"If we do that we'll be back at square one when we leave, almost total drain. It'll add another week to her fueling time." He advised.

"Six months you said. One more week isn't gonna matter and I think we all would love a hot shower. Not like we're likely to be back this way anytime soon." Rose replied quickly enough.

"I'll open vents for outside atmosphere. If she gives us access to medical and bedrooms, she won't be able to run contained life support. She's already doin that certain areas of the ship and for Charlie."

Rose nodded. She then looked at Faith then Mara. "Hope showers and beds might make up for draggin ya off. We're kinda on a mission to try and get rescued. Lots of people back at camp are hopin' we'll return with good news."

The Doctor led the way in, leading them under the canopy of leaves and picking through the brush. There were small signs that they had been this way before to any competent tracker. Unfortunately he wasn't one. He just knew where his ship was.

The slowly waning sunlight was even more diffuse among the trees, and he was listening carefully for any whispers. The group he was leading were making too much noise to hear movement through the forest other than their own.

It took a good half hour, keeping things at McKay's pace until the group came across her.

To The Doctor and Rose, she was a beautiful sight.

The faded and worn blue Police Box stood surrounded by trees, and had evidently crushed a bush of some kind.

Best yet, there was still about ten minutes of twilight left.

"I'll have you know, it isn't just anyone I invite inside." He announced as he pushed his key into the lock, turning it with an audible click.

Who's covering the rear? Faith and Mara? Ash and Jon?

As andd Jon, putting the girls and McKay in the middle. :)

McKay always is in the middle. It's the first place he moves. Let others protect the scientist. :)

Mara backed up when people started offering her help; Faith took her bags and she didn't know what to say. She finally sighed. To Tara, she said simply, "If not wanting to risk being ravaged until I want to die again counts as a simple desire, then yes, you people are running roughshod over what I want. It doesn't matter. I'm already moving, right?" Not bitter, not accusatory. Just...tired.

She trailed along with them as they walked, like a grey-clad ghost, feet chafing in the walking boots she'd dug up. Orrie wiggled in her arms and the bag bumped against her back. She was white-faced and trembling; her senses didn't show anything but the sun was going down fast. She kept her face down, and didn't look at anyone.

When they came to the police-call-box-that-wasn't, she stared at it and backed up a pace warily.

Faith didn’t talk for the entire walk. She wasn’t comfortable with Jon and Ash bringing up the rear, especially when she had no doubt that if anything came out of the jungle seeking to attack that she would be faster, stronger and more able to take it on than both of them combined. She didn’t argue, however, or complain. Faith merely slipped back into Slayer mode, watchful and wary of everything around them, including their new traveling companions. She moved in careful, purposeful strides, subconsciously aware of every movement of everyone around them. She became warrior and protector, her playful and teasing seductiveness washed away by the need to be ready and alert.

She caught Tara’s gaze once and gave the girl a half-smile. The look that accompanied it was no-nonense-we’ll-talk-when-it’s-safe and it must have been a look Tara had seen often enough to recognize because she nodded and looked away from the Slayer, keeping her attention focused on moving.

Easily, she tuned out the prattle between The Doctor and Rose while still managing to listen to it. Words like “life support” and “power” and “energy” made Faith wonder if she hadn’t taken a step a little bit to the left of her normal weirdness and added aliens and spaceships into the mix. (No big surprise there if that’s so; aliens might actually be a nice change from vampires and the gals in the lockup.)

When they stopped in front of one of those police box things that she’d seen in some old television drama that she’d paused briefly on when channel surfing (courtesy of one Richard Wilkins, former human and mayor of Sunnydale), she stopped and quirked an eyebrow. “Well now, if that ain’t the shit.”

Faith considered what Rose had said about showers and bedrooms and asked curiously, “Let me guess, it’s bigger on the outside than it is on the inside? Some sort of dimensional pocket or doorway or something?”

The idea did not surprise her. But hell, she’d shared one off weird ass dreams with B, and got the lowdown on some pretty weird shit from Angel. Dimensional doorway in the middle of a tropical island? Not so suprising. (Stranger than Sunnydale. Huh. Who’dathunk.)

The walk through the jungle, positioned as McKay was in the middle of the group, was difficult. The terrain was rougher. More dodging of branches, more stepping through overgrown tracts of flora. More than once, he had to stop to try to regain his breath. His legs were aching, he was still carrying his laptop, something he refused to hand off to anyone else, including Jon or the Doctor. Under the best of times, he's not /that/ bad moving through woods. He's done it before. But now?

After the longest half hour of his life... or perhaps, not, that bit in the back of a jumper facing certain death was a long 38 minutes come to think of it, the leads broke through.

A police public call box? Rodney was expecting something a little different; something that would look more, well, space worthy. Granted, the puddlejumpers weren't anything to look at, but still. They looked like a space ship. That?

"That? That's it?"

"This is your time machine?" Ash demanded. "This!?"

How disappointing. He'd half expected some kind of Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon-style rocketship with sweeping fins and glossy metallic finish. Not this blue wooden box. If not for all the bizarre shit they'd already encountered on this island, Ash might have wondered if The Doctor was simply a lunatic.

But they had run into all that weirdness. So...this unassuming blue police phone box was a time- and spaceship. Ash shook his head. He hoped the interior was more impressive than the exterior.

Day 8 - Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)

[Rose] Move Out? (tag everyone)

OOC Question?

Re: OOC Question?

Re: OOC Question?

[Mara] Move Out? (tag everyone)

[Faith] Move Out? (tag everyone)

[McKay] Safe and sound? (tag everyone)

[Ash] A Phone Booth? (tag everyone)