Scott pretended to not have noticed Ami's mischevious look as he took her hand. (She's so up to something,) he thought, not caring if she overheard. (I can't wait to see what it is.)
The couple strode out of the root cave in time to witness Ripley's graceful sumersault to the jungle floor. "Damn," Scott commented, impressed. "Thanks again, Ripley. We're slowly making progress to get rescued. For those who want rescue." He continued his informal debriefing as they walked back to camp. "My parents will get word to Ami's friends and Daniel's and Blaise's superiors. Dad figured out our approximate location, too: 3 deg S, 170 deg W. Not that it helps us much. This island doesn't appear on any maps, including the one my dad made. Whatever or whoever is behind this place is working overtime to keep us here."
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[Scott] Debriefing (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-26 10:57 am (UTC)The couple strode out of the root cave in time to witness Ripley's graceful sumersault to the jungle floor. "Damn," Scott commented, impressed. "Thanks again, Ripley. We're slowly making progress to get rescued. For those who want rescue." He continued his informal debriefing as they walked back to camp. "My parents will get word to Ami's friends and Daniel's and Blaise's superiors. Dad figured out our approximate location, too: 3 deg S, 170 deg W. Not that it helps us much. This island doesn't appear on any maps, including the one my dad made. Whatever or whoever is behind this place is working overtime to keep us here."