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crossing_lostrpThree days after the survivors split themselves into two camps, either staying on the beach or moving into the caves, five days following Amanda's "banishment" from the camp and six days after Lucy's suicide, Mindfuck Island, as Scott so affectionately referred to it, settled down and life returned to normal. It said a lot, Ami reflected, that the survivors had reached a point where the day-to-day routines of survival were considered to be the height of normalacy.
There was a return to the routine of foraging, and Ami frequently found herself in the company of Rose and Molly, and surprisingly Daisy as well, when they ventured from the caves to go gathering fruit. More than once they also made the trek down to the beach to share the bounty with the older Rose, Claire and Sue, gathering up additional fruit and vegetables on their way back to the caves. They also scouted out an area for a garden, fortunately finding a suitable patch of land half-way between both camps. It was a bit of a trek for older Rose and Claire, who insisted on helping out with the garden and walked there with Sun, but Molly declared it to be the best spot and no one argued with the woman who seemed to know as much about herbs and such as Daniel did about languages.
Mid-afternoon found a small gaggle of women on hands and knees, working diligently to clear the area for what would become the community garden. Just a few minutes walk off the well-worn path between the caves and the beach, it had easy access to water, optimal sunlight, but was protected by foliage and shrubs enough to prevent anyone from accidentally stomping thorugh before the garden began a proper growth.
Laughing and talking with Claire, Daisy and Rose, her arms and clothes covered in dirt and grime, Ami realized that she was more relaxed than she had been for several days. She swiped at her face with the back of her hand, earning a laugh from the other women.
"Now you've gone and done it," Rose laughed. "Your own personal mud mask."
Ami dabbed at the dirt on her face, then winced as she realized she was only making it worse. "It's all natural at least. Maybe it will fight wrinkles."
"If it does, then we'll have to market it when we get rescued," Daisy suggested. Surprisingly, she too was covered in dirt from the weeding and clearing of the land.
"Craphole Island Face Care, eh?" Claire grinned, looking up from her patch of almost clear dirt. She made a face and promptly tapped her bump. "Don't you have somewhere else to put that foot?"
"Careful, Claire," Daisy warned, "When he's a teenager, he might just have an answer for you."
Ami cast out her awareness, as she did intermittently, just to be on the safe side. Scott and Megabyte were constants and most closely located were the women gardening with her. She knew that Molly was en route, and just beyond she could sense –
Startled, Ami blinked and peered cautiously into the distant trees. While the conversation continued, she reached out a bit more, a chill climbing up her spine. They were being watched; not by the Others, this didn't have that slimy, unnatural feeling to it, but they were being watched.
Just as the realization registered, Rose cried out, hand going to the side of her throat as she toppled over, twitching.
"Rose!" Ami scampered to her friend's side in alarm and that was when she heard it. The faint whizzing sound of air pressure escaping, and the same time that Claire gave a gasp and Daisy yelped, she felt the sharp pricking of something digging its way into her upper arm.
/Scott! Mega -/ was the only thought that Ami managed before the jungle tilted sideways and her awareness of everything became muted, blurred and then just wasn't anymore. Metaphorical fingers clawed at the metaphorical wall that cut her off from her abilities while darkness closed in on all sides. The world narrowed to a tunnel and then darkness swallowed her completely.
There was a return to the routine of foraging, and Ami frequently found herself in the company of Rose and Molly, and surprisingly Daisy as well, when they ventured from the caves to go gathering fruit. More than once they also made the trek down to the beach to share the bounty with the older Rose, Claire and Sue, gathering up additional fruit and vegetables on their way back to the caves. They also scouted out an area for a garden, fortunately finding a suitable patch of land half-way between both camps. It was a bit of a trek for older Rose and Claire, who insisted on helping out with the garden and walked there with Sun, but Molly declared it to be the best spot and no one argued with the woman who seemed to know as much about herbs and such as Daniel did about languages.
Mid-afternoon found a small gaggle of women on hands and knees, working diligently to clear the area for what would become the community garden. Just a few minutes walk off the well-worn path between the caves and the beach, it had easy access to water, optimal sunlight, but was protected by foliage and shrubs enough to prevent anyone from accidentally stomping thorugh before the garden began a proper growth.
Laughing and talking with Claire, Daisy and Rose, her arms and clothes covered in dirt and grime, Ami realized that she was more relaxed than she had been for several days. She swiped at her face with the back of her hand, earning a laugh from the other women.
"Now you've gone and done it," Rose laughed. "Your own personal mud mask."
Ami dabbed at the dirt on her face, then winced as she realized she was only making it worse. "It's all natural at least. Maybe it will fight wrinkles."
"If it does, then we'll have to market it when we get rescued," Daisy suggested. Surprisingly, she too was covered in dirt from the weeding and clearing of the land.
"Craphole Island Face Care, eh?" Claire grinned, looking up from her patch of almost clear dirt. She made a face and promptly tapped her bump. "Don't you have somewhere else to put that foot?"
"Careful, Claire," Daisy warned, "When he's a teenager, he might just have an answer for you."
Ami cast out her awareness, as she did intermittently, just to be on the safe side. Scott and Megabyte were constants and most closely located were the women gardening with her. She knew that Molly was en route, and just beyond she could sense –
Startled, Ami blinked and peered cautiously into the distant trees. While the conversation continued, she reached out a bit more, a chill climbing up her spine. They were being watched; not by the Others, this didn't have that slimy, unnatural feeling to it, but they were being watched.
Just as the realization registered, Rose cried out, hand going to the side of her throat as she toppled over, twitching.
"Rose!" Ami scampered to her friend's side in alarm and that was when she heard it. The faint whizzing sound of air pressure escaping, and the same time that Claire gave a gasp and Daisy yelped, she felt the sharp pricking of something digging its way into her upper arm.
/Scott! Mega -/ was the only thought that Ami managed before the jungle tilted sideways and her awareness of everything became muted, blurred and then just wasn't anymore. Metaphorical fingers clawed at the metaphorical wall that cut her off from her abilities while darkness closed in on all sides. The world narrowed to a tunnel and then darkness swallowed her completely.
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[MB] A Plan, a plan is forming (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-26 05:30 pm (UTC)(Provided we don't let the bad guys know that we're onto them.)
Of course, with any luck the bad guys would be so full of themselves they wouldn't realize that the survivors were onto them.
Megabyte closed his eyes and sensed all around again, that faint sense of Ami just beyond his grasp.
And something else . . .
The field that they felt so strongly from the beach wasn't as strong here. He'd been under the assumption that it was part of the island weirdness, but perhaps it wasn’t. Could it be artificial? That added another mystery to the growing pile of mysteries.
It didn't matter right now. Scott had somehow managed to exhaust himself and probably teetered on the edge of giving himself a brain aneurysm. Megabyte could come back and scout out the area to the south a bit more once he got Scott back closer to the beach.
(Too bad I can't just 'port back here with some supplies and hike back to camp. That would be the best way.)
"What we need is a telepath on the beach, and one up here. That would be the best way to track from the beach to this place." Megabyte said the words aloud although he didn't intend to. The only other telepath was Ami, and supposedly the girl Mara.
Megabyte paused and considered it, "Or, maybe a receiver. If we could create a radio tower in one of these trees, sending out a signal on a repeating loop . . ."
As he talked, Megabyte started scanning the treeline, looking for one that might serve the purpose.
[Scott] A Plan, a plan is forming (tag MB)
Date: 2006-06-26 06:10 pm (UTC)Saying her name made the silence in his mind all the more obvious. Before worry and anxiety could gain any momentum, Scott turned his thoughts to the problem at hand. "As for telepaths, I might be able to act as a receiver. River's a reader, but she's also wherever George, Mara, Carlos, and Dr. Pierson went. Even if Mara were here, I doubt she's in any shape for dealing with this latest... development." The last word dripped with disdain. "The Doctor's a strong telepath, too."
[MB] A Plan, a plan is forming (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-26 10:55 pm (UTC)He took a good look at Scott and sighed. The other man was worn out and needed to rest, whether he wanted to or not. Megabyte had forgotten that the Doctor was a telepath too and the man might be just what they needed. But first, they had to get back, find the search parties and report what they found out.
"Let's head back and report what we found. And yeah, before you ask, I'm not all that concerned about letting people know I can teleport if it helps us out."
[Scott] Rest stop (tag MB, anyone at the garden)
Date: 2006-06-26 11:36 pm (UTC)Damon seemed puzzled. He simply said, "You're welcome." He grasped Scott's forearm, teleporting them both to the garden in a literal flash.
Once Scott got his bearings he searched the sky for the black plume of smoke. It twined upwards to the northwest, little more than a dark thread due to the distance between them. "There," Scott said, pointing.
OOC:
Redirecting
Date: 2006-06-27 01:18 am (UTC)