Judging from the sun's position in the sky they'd been marching for an hour since the first break. Scott was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't tiring as quickly as he had when they'd started the trek. Whatever psionics? magic? Molly had worked had gone a long way to restoring the energy he'd used the previous day. From the way Molly's shoulders slumped, though, her efforts came at a cost. Scott hoped that she wouldn't have to push herself too far because she'd helped him.
That thought prompted more worrying about all of the dangers they could be rushing headlong into: Rousseau and her traps, the Others, wild boar, polar bears, the kidnappers themselves, and everyone's favorite, the man-eating smoke monster. (And, being Mindfuck Island, who knows what else is lurking? Ninjas? The Flying Spaghetti Monster? Pirates?)
Scott's loneliness and despair doubled. It took him a moment to realize why: the absence of Ami's amusement. In just a few weeks he'd grown accustomed to her mental presence. He enjoyed making her laugh. Now her laughter was gone.
Stabbing pain suddenly shot through his head. Scott cried out and stumbled, then was completely unaware of his surroundings. (Ami!) Her shadow in the back of his mind solidified into her. Scott embraced her with his consciousness, absently noting how muzzy and unbalanced her mind and body were. The pain he felt was hers. More importantly, Ami was alive and on the island.
Joy, love, and hope overwhelmed coherent thought. As he struggled to say something telepathically, nausea joined redoubled pain and Ami was gone.
The next thing Scott knew water splashed on his face. Sputtering, he squinted up at Jon's upside-down visage. The teenager didn't look very happy.
OOC: Scott said "Ami!" aloud as well. Also, I tagged Jon because he's marching behind Scott.
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[Scott] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, open)
Date: 2006-08-04 09:01 pm (UTC)That thought prompted more worrying about all of the dangers they could be rushing headlong into: Rousseau and her traps, the Others, wild boar, polar bears, the kidnappers themselves, and everyone's favorite, the man-eating smoke monster. (And, being Mindfuck Island, who knows what else is lurking? Ninjas? The Flying Spaghetti Monster? Pirates?)
Scott's loneliness and despair doubled. It took him a moment to realize why: the absence of Ami's amusement. In just a few weeks he'd grown accustomed to her mental presence. He enjoyed making her laugh. Now her laughter was gone.
Stabbing pain suddenly shot through his head. Scott cried out and stumbled, then was completely unaware of his surroundings. (Ami!) Her shadow in the back of his mind solidified into her. Scott embraced her with his consciousness, absently noting how muzzy and unbalanced her mind and body were. The pain he felt was hers. More importantly, Ami was alive and on the island.
Joy, love, and hope overwhelmed coherent thought. As he struggled to say something telepathically, nausea joined redoubled pain and Ami was gone.
The next thing Scott knew water splashed on his face. Sputtering, he squinted up at Jon's upside-down visage. The teenager didn't look very happy.
OOC: Scott said "Ami!" aloud as well. Also, I tagged Jon because he's marching behind Scott.