crossing_lostrp | Day 9 Onward and away

Geothermal. Heat. Heck, move something wrong and there's a problem.

Rodney shut his laptop down quickly to conserve what little battery power he had, disentangled his wires, and stood up slowly, the sweat still evident on his face, beads shining. "Right. I... um... I'm not bad with bombs, but the simple stuff like that? Not so much." Self preservation had kicked in and he wasn't feeling very heroic at that very moment.

"I'll just..." And here, he gestured towards a likely looking outcropping of rock that might hold some semblance of cover, if only in the scientist's mind. "...wait over here." He'll be closer when it's cleared up and back to work, and his tones made the attempt to be positive and upbeat. "It'll be fine. After all, all these years. Geothermal heat. Had to have been a couple shifts if it's tectonically active, so..." His voice trailed off before he twisted around to find the rest of the team, more precisely Jon. "I'll wait here."

The Doctor waited until Rodney was under fairly flimsy cover, and the others had cleared the cave before starting.

Rodney was right about the reliability of the pressure plate. On close inspection, the explosive was slightly pulled away from it. It also appeared to have a fuse head electric blasting cap directly wired into the phone. With dead steady hands he use a pair of wire cutters from the tool box to remove the hazard of the caps doing their immediate job.

He took a moment, closing his eyes to gather his calm. When he opened his eyes again he slowly removed the caps themselves. Carefully, so carefully. He didn't even breathe on them. He didn't want to jar anything even the slightest bit. He carried each cap to the other side of the cave with a smooth stride, not willing, even then, to make a single movement not smooth and controlled. Next he removed the screws from the casement box and smoothly removed the interior workings. He lifted them away from the box and the explosive behind it.

“S’alright, Rodney. We can get to work now. Just avoid the casement box and we’re all good.”

He crossed the cave and looked out the mouth, down at the people waiting below.
With a grin and a wave he called down. “It’s as safe as it’s going to be. Up to you if you want to come back up.”

OOC: *g* dinner?

The valley floor was different to the forest by the beach, with even less undergrowth and lanky trees, all scrabbling for as much light as they could get despite the rocky walls penning them in on two sides. Chances were that there was a stream nearby, a tempting thought considering how humid it was down here, but the risks of splitting up outweighed the benefits of refilling their water bottles right now (particularly since they didn't have much in the way of puritabs, which tasted even more disgusting than Jon remembered).

It was the noises that got to Jon though: every time something rustled, there he was trying to identify the cause. The others were looking paranoid too, everyone having picked up a branch or other potential weapon since they'd reached the ground. Sayid was certain he hadn't seen anyone since they'd entered the cave, which comforted Jon not at all considering how far the chasm stretched. This was the Others' territory, not theirs.

When the Doctor called down that it was ok to send people up again, Jon nudged Rodney into action. The rope would make climbing a little easier at least, and it was almost funny how quickly the pacing stopped and the forced smile vanished when Rose mentioned something about plugging his laptop back in. Jon almost groaned at the thought of a scientist in a cave surrounded by potential research (gee, now where have I seen that before), but either way the Canadian was headed back in there and that was great: the sooner that transmitter was extracted, dismantled, scavenged, whatever it was they hoped to do with it, the better. And.. if there was any way of saving some of that dynamite or nitroglycerin Jon would be a happy boy, but he knew the chances of that were slim. They simply didn't have a safe enough container and he really didn't like the idea of telling Daniel that one of the team had exploded because he wanted to play with high explosives. Nope.

More noise in the bushes had Jon swiveling round, along with the others. The rustling stopped for a moment, then started again closer by.

"Get closer to the rope," he muttered, moving in that direction himself, though that wasn't a viable escape route until McKay was into the cave itself.

Sayid pointed with his makeshift staff, speaking in a low voice. "It's coming from over there."

Jon saw Rose frowning and nudged her gently. "You ok?"

"Yeah.." she replied quietly, smiling a little. "This just reminds me of something, but I can't think what. Too many life and death situations to keep 'em straight, y'know?"

"What can you see?" Tara asked Sayid, while Jon tried to maneuver himself into a better position.

"Something moving low to the ground, and.." Ash started quietly, his branch held high, then finished in something closer to a growl. "Headed this way quickly!"

The rustling became louder, and the path of whatever was watching them clearer as dust and leaves flew up into the air - but no human moved that low to the ground, surely?

"Bloody hell, it's a bloody boar!" Rose exclaimed.

Jon's eyes widened as he realized how quickly the creature would reach them, and how dangerous the charge could be. He didn't want to waste bullets on an animal, but he would if he had to. "Quick! Either start climbing or get yourselves up a tree!"

“No, no, no, NO!” She made for the rope and started climbing back up. “’M not getting stuck in another ruddy tree. No way.”

Her arms were already a bit sore from the climbing done so far, her shoulders ached and her palms were scraped. But she had a pretty good motivator.

Sayid had one of the well made aboriginal spears from the mystery crate, but it wasn’t strong enough to spit a boar, and his knife was all but useless here as well. However, Jon wasn’t running, he wasn’t going to leave the boy to face down the animal alone. Even if he did have the gun.

He shifted the weight of the spear, not for throwing, but bracing it for impact. Hopefully it would drive deep before breaking. The leaf shaped tip was very sharp. He’d made sure of that, himself.

Rose looked down as she was half way up the rope. Where was Tara and Ash?!

Suddenly the rope was moving and she was being pulled upwards. She looked up to see the Doctor and Rodney pulling her up.

“I swear pigs hate me.” She smiled her thanks as she pulled herself over the ledge. “At least I’m wearing clothes this time.”

Then she turned to watch the drama below.

Ash glanced up to see Rose being hauled upward by Rodney and the Doctor. Another nice view, at least as nice as watching Tara climb. Too bad he didn't have the leisure to give it the attention it deserved.

He sidled over close to one of the sturdier looking trees. If he had to he could swing up into the branches and climb higher from there. The tree should be sturdy enough to resist being toppled by a boar--the bark was worn and spotted with mud where it had clearly been used as a makeshift backscratcher by the boars already.

Ash waited, club in hand. He really wished he had something with a point; a club wasn't going to faze a wild boar much. Not fast enough to stop it if it was intent on attacking.

"Go away, little piggie," Ash muttered. "Much as I'd enjoy some bacon for breakfast, this isn't how I was hoping to acquire it."

"Can't you do that frequency thing?" Rose asked, almost frantic.

The Boar was almost on them.

"Can't. The frequency might set off the explosives."

Then there was nothing they could do but watch as the large, angry animal struck.

((OOC: Leavin this one to you guys.))

"What part of 'quick!' do you two not understand?" Jon yelled at Ash and Sayid, truly pissed that they were both still standing on the ground rather than getting out of the pig's way. At least Rose and Tara had some sense, but he wasn't going to jump ship until everyone was in the clear. Too many damn heroes in this crowd.

Jon's worst fears were realized as the boar in question broke through the last few ferns. It really was a boar: razorback, tusks and all. Spears and branches wouldn't be enough to stop this mean little bastard.. make that "big bastard", he corrected himself. This was almost as bad as the polar bear, but this time he was the one with the gun and it wasn't a P-90, damnit.

He moved forward, lining up the Glock for a shot and prayed like fuck that neither Ash nor Sayid decided to have a go first.. and that he didn't miss, because there was this niggling feeling in the back of his mind that at told him that an injured animal could be more dangerous.

Two shots rang out, both aimed at the creature's eyes/skull. Jon winced against the recoil, instantly regretting the fact that he'd not gotten much practice since being cloned. That air rifle he'd joked around with on the cattle station was nothing like this, and while his stance was pretty good he had set himself in a position better suited to someone both taller and with greater upper body strength. He knew the second bullet had gone far too wide to make a difference, but at least the first had hit - if not where he'd planned.

The boar lay on the ground, wheezing from a shot to the lungs. Grimacing from self-disgust, Jon whacked himself on the side of the head.

"Someone put it down, please?"

OOC: yep, wanting to torture Jon a little with the fact that he can't handle himself so well any more.

Ash moved cautiously toward the boar, his club at the ready. "I'll leave the coup de grace to you," he called to Sayid without taking his eyes off the boar. A spear would work a lot better than a blunt instrument for that purpose.

Ash moved around in front of the boar--and did take his eyes off it long enough to make sure he didn't cross Jon's line of fire. But Jon had the pistol pointed safely upward. Ash moved into the boar's field of vision, which provoked wheezy grunts of outrage at his existence and kept the boar's attention focused on him.

Sayid circled around while the boar was distracted. The boar squealed with earsplitting volume when Sayid plunged his spear into it's side. Wrenching the blade out, Sayid stabbed the boar again. It scrabbled madly, trying to regain it's feet for a few moments, then subsided.

"I would not wish to hunt boar in this fashion again," Sayid said. "A pit trap seems much wiser."

"You got that right," Ash agreed. It had all gone quite well, but it could easily have been a fiasco. Then a thought occurred to him. "Do we have any knives with us suitable for dressing this thing?"

Rose had held her breath until Jon had shot the thing. Those three were either brave or idiots, as the cliché went.

"Um, guys, if you give it a butcher, how do you plan on gettin it back up the ravine... then carrying with?" Rose saw them circling.

"Travois. Got the rope now. four up top, one tie the travois to the ropes at bottom and we hoist, then drop the rope down for the one done the tying." The Doctor solved that right quick.

How long before a big honking pig went bad in 26 degrees? Did it matter? Pork tonight for dinner.

The Doctor had already gone back and was tinkering with the radiotelephone. He was putting circuits into it. Rewiring it, and adding the circuit that would punch through the time bubble thing.

"Rodney, I need this to travel six months back in time as it hits the temporal bubble. This is old equipment, so I'll need an exact frequency. We'll punch through, six months ahead distorted by the bubble, and then send the signal six months back. So folks will know about us NOW."

He hoped they had enough 'juice' to punch through, and that their lovely hosts hadn't thought anyone would have the technology to burst their bubble.

Jon stopped his self-recriminations long enough to flip out his Leatherman. While not exactly designed for this purpose, it did have a several different blades that should help get the job done.

He looked down at the two items in his hands: one firearm, one multi-tool. The last few minutes had shown just how inept he'd become with the former, though the experience should give him a good reference point from which to adapt and improve next time. Learning to fly in this kid's body had taken practice too, but he'd had the luxury of time and supervision in that case - this was an entirely different matter. If he wasn't competent any more (fuck!) he shouldn't be carrying, and it wasn't like there was a range nearby, let alone enough extra rounds to convince himself that he'd be doing more harm than good by keeping hold of the gun. What if that stray bullet had hit a person? It didn't bear thinking about. Maybe he should hand the weapon over to McKay or Sayid full-time, much as it would make him feel naked.

Tucking the gun back in his waistband, Jon crouched down and cut a slit over the sternum before twisting the handle round and dragging the knife down the boar's abdomen. He changed blades when he felt some resistance, wondering idly if Locke had a whetstone tucked away in his kit someplace. When the various bits of offal became visible they turned the pig over and let it all spill out, cutting tendons as the parts became visible.

"Uh, how much of this d'you reckon we want to keep?" he asked Ash and Sayid, then looked upwards towards the cave. Rose was still looking over the edge, while a green-looking Tara span away as the carcass came into view. "Are we likely to make it back to the TARDIS tonight?"

OOC: lots of icky pictures here (http://www.geocities.com/yosemite/gorge/4774/fielddress.html).

"Much as I hate to say it," Ash said, "we may be better off leaving most of it here. Even if we reach the TARDIS tonight, isn't the fridge off limits anyhow? Growing it's own microscopic civilization, or something?"

"I say we take as much as we can cook today or tonight and eat on the trip back. The rest...we might as well abandon. It won't do us any good. The only way to preserve it would be smoking it and I don't think we want to take the time to do that."

"You're right there," Jon sighed. "Food poisoning isn't something I want to deal with out here."

He frowned, wondering whether anyone else was feeling a little evil today. "The Others are welcome to it though, and some of them might be mad enough to eat it if we left it someplace easy to find. I'd say their water supply, but we don't know enough about the geography round here - it could affect our people too."

Sayid was looking at him like he'd grown a second head. "Hey, they're the ones after us - if we can slow 'em down, I'm all for it!"

Rose was unmoved by the sight of the boar being butchered. Not like she would have been once. After all, she'd held the skin of a dead human in her hands. Pig was nothing.

"We should make it back to the Tardis by nightfall. Though as I understand it, we'll be down to bathroom and kitchen, and about twenty minutes in the fith storeroom or something of the like. We'll be sleeping on the floor of the consol room, cause of the power drain. We had be hopin' we'd only have to make a short stop, but looks like that's out now, and it'll be an overnighter."

She judged that by how long it took them to get here, the time it was taking The Doctor and Rodney to work, and the likelyhood of avoiding the Others, who had evidently rooted through their things of not completely stole their current supplies.

"Okay, then what we need to do is to figure out what sort of wave cycle the EM field is operating at..." Rodney had already pretty much worked out some of the formulae on that, taking the raw data that the TARDIS had (he was up most of the night, after all, and the Doctor /did/ say...)

"Now... to... Okay. We need to work with amplitude times angular frequency plus phase..." He was looking at the entire concept of instantaneous frequency in order to work with the added variable of time.

Rodney looks up at the Doctor. He actually looked, for one of the first times, pretty confident with his hint of lopsided smile, though an arm came up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Of course, the idea that whatever work they did here could be broken by the Others that were obviously watching them, biding their time, occurred to him, but why allow that to dampen what little hope he'd had? After all, they can deal with that /after/.

"Let me know when you're ready. We can start broadcasting. I managed to put in a small data burst of information, a few names, and overlay it with an SOS. It's layered. First, the SOS. Should be apparent to anyone. Second are names and a request that it get passed to the Pentagon. Third, information about our problem-- frequencies, time distortions, what we're doing about it. All in a fraction of a second." He was pleased. "Wrote the program for the Air Force a couple of years ago, so they shouldn't have a problem with it."

(OOC: Rightly or wrongly, this is what I'm working with. Unfortunately, I'm no astrophysicist. All hail the Great God wikipedia! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Instantaneous_frequency)

The Doctor grinned back. “Firing up… wrong choice of words this close to Nitro… starting up.”

He turned on the unit, and it made a sound similar to that heard when connecting to a dial up modem, or a FAX machine. “We’re going,” his eyes danced over each part of the radiotelephone, looking for the first signs of a problem. Some of the bases were showing rust.

“Signal’s flying. As far as I can tell from in here, we’re transmitting, maximum power. Can’t tell if we’re getting through, but we are transmitting.” The Doctor’s grin was infectious as he looked up to Rose, where she was again holding the torch.

She grinned back. “Hello, lovely little resort.”

The Doctor started turning the frequency dial, giving them as broad a band of transmission as he could.

All of a sudden there was a god-awful high pitched feedback shriek, and one of the old transistors popped, blowing in a fiery little rein of sparks. Faster than she could see, The Doctor had his hand cupped over the transistor, hissing as he was burned. But no sparks spread, none it the old dynamite.

Rose was still trying to get the ringing out of her ears. “What was that?”

“Feedback, the signal bouncing off something and hitting us right back at the source.” His grin had faded and he wore a grim face. “Someone blocked us. But, there were ten seconds of signal before the feedback, calculating time and the approximate level of the bubble. We just might have punched through before they figured out what we did and blocked it off.”

Rose looked at Rodney then the Doctor. “So a message got out?”

“Possibly, yeah. Almost definitely. But it might have suffered from the interference. Might not have been as clear as we’d have liked.”

The moment the unit is started up, and yes, the Doctor got a distinct eye roll for the comment, Rodney stared at the two intently, that bit of optimism showing through. "The message is a fraction of a second. The longest bit is that SOS." Just in case hadn't said that before? So the scientist was prone to babbling, this situation wasn't anything new.

One... two... three seconds...

Rodney's mouth drops open, the smile coming more as their creation begins to beam, and unconsciously, the astrophysicist looks up as the signal flies. "We have to be getting through... everything was right. You saw that. Nothing was..."

Five... six... seven seconds...

"Come on... come on... I want to see home again." Sweat continued to dot his brow, though this time, he really didn't care much to wipe it. Rodney was too busy willing the patchwork radio to work, waiting for that moment when they could possibly leave and have it continue to broadcast unattended. Give it a minute, two minutes, five, then he'd be more than happy to climb down and head back to the beach and his little lean-to in anticipation of going back to Colorado and catching the next flight of the Daedalus back home.

Nine... te-- *spark*

His look of pleasure, of victory turned immediately to one of absolute horror, and when the Doctor puts his hands over the shower of sparks, Rodney shut his laptop and leaned over it, protecting the equipment there. Not much good that'd do, but still....

"No-no-no-no-no..." The first response came after the shower, his expression one of disbelief. "Oh, no. No-no-no. You can't do this to us! You worthless, old piece of junk! And why in the hell am I yelling at a radio?" Rodney sat for a long minute, staring at the betrayer. He could hear the explanations, and the question. Someone was actively blocking them. Confirmed. Like a giant chess game. Rodney was good at chess, however.

"If we had our ten seconds, the message went out at least seven hundred and fifty times." His data compression is that good. "They can clean up the signal. I know they can."

Way to go, brainiacs! *bounces*

"Right then. Your friends in Colorado will get that message, and hopefully be able to rig up a way to punch throught he temporal buble, themselves. Because as long as this island stays six months out of phase, it's not going to be visable. And if they do punch through it'll be a matter of WHEN then punch through, as there's still a six month window and they could arrive anywhere in that time frame. Unless we can figure out how to burst this groups little bubble and stop playing their games." The Doctor pulled the spare dermal regenorator out of his pack and ran it over his palm.

"So all this was for nothin, we could still be here for six months?" Rose looked crushed.

"Course not. Rodney's friends could figure out the temporal dynamics and punch through tomorrow. Or next week. We sped up the process, and now the outside is gonna be lookin' at what's goin on in here. More pressure on our less than generous hosts. Help could arrive at any time, and even if they can't punch through, if they arrive in six months from now, they can BE there when the bubble catches up, it'd be like the rescue boats just blink into existance from this side. If they manage a temporal disrupter they'll have us out for sure." The Doctor began packing up his equipment.

"What we've done here, is notify the outside world, and assured help in no later than six months, possibly less now. We gave the survivors, and ourselves real hope, not vague dreaming. Now all we have to do is stay alive."

Rose frowned. "And the Others know where we are right now."

"Right. Pack up, Rodney. We've done all we can. We have to get out of here. It wasn't just the transistor. That just made the bigges showly spark. The feedback melted some of the older componants. We can unhook it from the geothermal power source and take it with if you want."

Rose already moved to the cave mouth and called down. "They got a signal through. I'll let them explain it on the way. But we gotta finish up and leg it outta here. Not looking forward to a possible ambush up top."

"Ok campers, let's follow the yellow brick road," Jon pointed upwards. "We got that pork packed up nicely?"

"Yup," Ash responded. "I wouldn't mind something to wash my hands with though."

Jon nodded wryly. Blood wasn't pretty, regardless of where it came from, but they didn't have enough water to waste on washing. "You and me both. Hey Rose, if you drop the rope down we can lift it up to the cave before people start heading up. If one person's got to wait, it's probably better to do so indoors - there might be another of these things running about down here."

Sayid was already climbing the cliff face by this point, not wanting to concern himself too much with the fate of the boar. Tempting as the scent of cooked meat would be this evening, it was not for him - particularly given the danger of the meat having gone bad.

By the time it was his turn to climb, Jon had given his hands a basic spit-wash but was still grimacing at the overall effect - still smelly and not a little sticky.

Once in the cave he sought out Rodney and resisted the urge to give him a pat on the back, smiling and nodding in all the right places instead.. at least until the technobabble became too much. All that talk about bubbles and temporal disrupters was just a little too far over his head.

"Nice work, McKay. You did it - the message got through, and that's all I need to know. What's the bet that Carter's already on the case?" Jon nudged the guy with his elbow, better than grimy pawprints in any case. "How do you like your pork chops? Or bacon? Though I'm afraid we had to leave the ribs behind - the bone made 'em too heavy."

OOC: Did Sayid ever eat boar in the series? I always wondered, because presumably he's a Muslim therefore pork is bad, but I've never seen him pray either...

Rodney still looks more than a little peeved at the audacity of the radio having self-destructed. It looked like something out of the original 'Mission Impossible' television series, though at least he knew that the message had gone out... over and over and over... well, lots. He'd beaten them; well, he and the Doctor. He's got the right, and as the feeling of failure dissipates some and the truth-- 750 copies of the message got out before it was shut down, to be pleased with the work, and as first the Doctor made comments, to only be followed by Jon, yes, the astrophysicist is most definitely pleased.

"Yes. Sam'll get the message, start working from her end. I sent as much information as we had on the problem, including the formulae, and she should have something from that side." Rodney looked towards Jon, an almost smug look settling in. He knows that Jon knows exactly what the Pentagon thinks of both him /and/ Carter... "Personally, I'd rather be -out there- on the receiving end of the message than being the one stuck in here, but..." Once Sam finds out that Daniel was here as well as Jon, well, she won't be quite as reticent as if it was just simply McKay. Not that he'd admit that to anyone, of course.

"Pork?" Rodney begins to pack up his laptop, shutting it down, replacing it into his backpack before casting a glance at what was left of the transmitter. Might as well take what was still 'good', not that there's much. Even the Doctor's manufactured boards were fried. "Oh... um... back bacon. Pork chops with apple, a little cinnamon. I can do without the stuffing."

“Oh, the apples we can do, I know we’ve passed some trees, and there’s cinnamon in the cupboard in the Tardis. Looks like I’m cookin. Tonight, seein’ how Jon brought home the bacon.” Rose winked.

“That was just terrible.” The Doctor shook his head as he repacked his own backpack.

“This from the happy medium bloke, don’t even go there.” Rose helped each of the team members up once they hit the lip of the cave.

“Don’t know bout you lot, but I’m thinking one or two go up by hand, with the rope and grapple, then the rest can climb with the rope. Don’t like the idea of our friend waitin up there with a knife to cut the rope.” The Doctor coiled the rope and slung it over his shoulder, and cross his chest, letting the grapple hang in back, over his backback. He was first to climb out and head upwards. It was a bit easier going up, as you had a better view of the hand and foot holds.

“Don’t like the idea of her waitin with a knife at the top either way. Be careful.” Rose was waiting to be second up.

“Always careful, me.” He grinned down at her.

That did NOT ease her mind.

“Looks like you two are first in the shower then.” She turned to Jon and Ash in a futile attempt to not worry.

((OOC: I think Lost kinda skipped over whether Sayid ate any of the boar. They didn’t show it. At the beach there would have been an alternative of seafood. So it’s up to whomever is playing him at the moment.

P.S. whomeever controlls our 'visitor' can let us know if she's still about or what a mess they find. :))))

No one is playing Sayid, he's sort of a free for all.

Um, have fun with it. I doubt she's still around, and I have no idea what sort of mess they find. That was

sophiedb's well played little bit there, so play with it all you like.

Seeing the sense in going one at a time didn't mean Jon had to like it, so by the time Rose reached the top (ably ogled by Ash, once again) his limbs were itching to get going. The Doctor had called down that everything was ok, but the alien sounded even more amused than usual. Knife-wielding red heads aside, Jon wasn't too sure he wanted to know what the joke was.

Finally laying his hands on the rope, Jon tied himself a harness and set off up the cliff. It was an easier trip than coming down, but still tiring after the adrenalin rush of the boar attack. The mess at the top wasn't quite what he'd expected though.

"Oh, so they're artists now too?"

Rose drifted past, grumbling as she picked up random items. "'Parently. Wankers."

"I think it's pretty good actually," the Doctor declared brightly, shaking out a sleeping bag. "The composition's a bit basic, but everyone's got to start somewhere."

Jon raised one highly sarcastic eyebrow as he untied the rope and dropped it back down to whoever wanted to go next. "It's a smiley face, Doc. A big fucking smiley face. Not the Mona Lisa."

Rodney had all his gear together, and after taking a long look at what was left sitting in the pool of nitro, moved to the edge and looked up dubiously. Going down was easier, at least in his mind. All he'd needed to do was dangle. Now, he had to actually /climb/.

"Okay."

He took the rope as Jon dropped it, tested it for, well, isn't pulling on it briefly what 'they' always do before climbing? Testing its tensile strength, perhaps, because a simple tug certainly doesn't tell one if it's secured properly and can hold weight. Still, he tried to climb, the last one out of the cave. He'd been the last down, after all.

It was with a little more exertion than perhaps there needed to be that Rodney finally made it to the top, still sweating, though this time from expending energy. Still, he was pleased with himself, even if he didn't particularly look it, instead studying his hands, looking for rope burns and hemp splinters before noticing...

"Kilroy was here."

Still, the idea of fresh food was a lure for the scientist, and a little clarification is in order. What he'd asked for when Jon offered... well, he figured that it'd be a hard order to fill. He caught up to Rose, stopping beside her, his tones low and actually rather hopeful.

"Pork and cinnamon and apple. Really?"

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And return Rodney did, and quickly. He'd watched some of the clearing of the caps with the look of a man who couldn't pull his eyes from a massive train wreck. Once it was done, with his laptop tucked under his arm, he went back to the site and set up once again. His computer was rapidly turned on, his place in his equations relocated, and apart from the beads of sweat that returned just as quickly, he was in his own little world once more.

Hunched over his keyboard, his fingers tap-tapped out formulae, working out the potentials, his lips muttering the occasional words, though disjointed. "...electric displacement... speed of light...". After a few more long moments, completely oblivious from that which is going on outside, blue eyes look up and search out the Doctor, his mouth opening as he considers. "Vector field. If we can either break the speed of light, we could push something through, because the field has to be at a fixed frequency."

"Time... time... Speed is invariant but velocity is not..." Rodney was digging into his electromagnetic theory, though he was pretty sure he'd hit on something as his expression brightened. "I think this might actually work."

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