Staring after the two brothers for a moment, Jon decided that they looked paranoid enough to complete a decent sweep of the area.. for now. Blaise was sure to take a look around too, and Faith and May were in the trees, so he could do his own sweep later, but there was a distinct risk that spending the night here placed them exactly where the Others (or not-Others) wanted them, regardless.
Jon thanked the Doctor with a pat to the leg and set off towards the source of the trap. He wanted to know whether it was new or old, and whether skittling a line of people was all it did. Had it been set in the last few days as some kind of early warning system, or was it an older defence? Did whoever built it simply want whoever tripped it to be injured, or was there a sequel - either in person or as part of a second physical trap?
Jon heard rustling and looked into the trees, watching as May carefully released the remainder of the cable. It was commercially produced rope rather than an island-woven equivalent, chemically treated against rot but already stained green. That suggested that the trap had been set a while ago, but the fact that he could unpick some of the knots (admittedly with the aid of bamboo) told him that they weren't tight enough to have been settling in for long. Two weeks? Two months? It was hard to tell, and there was nothing to say how well the trap's status was monitored.
"So, do we think it was Them or The Crazy French Lady that set that trap?"
Faith's voice floated over from Scott's mini-clinic, causing Jon to look back towards the main body of the group.
"Does it matter? And what say we don't stop here for the night?" he suggested bluntly. "This was a trap, same as how we've been catching dinner most nights. I really don't think we should be hanging around."
"But the Doct-" someone protested.
Jon cut the voice off sharply. "The Doctor doesn't need his shoulder to walk and we're travelling light. He probably saved my life there so I'm more than happy to carry his bag, but letting 'Them' pick our campsite is stupid."
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[Jon] Stepping your foot in it (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-08 02:17 pm (UTC)Jon thanked the Doctor with a pat to the leg and set off towards the source of the trap. He wanted to know whether it was new or old, and whether skittling a line of people was all it did. Had it been set in the last few days as some kind of early warning system, or was it an older defence? Did whoever built it simply want whoever tripped it to be injured, or was there a sequel - either in person or as part of a second physical trap?
Jon heard rustling and looked into the trees, watching as May carefully released the remainder of the cable. It was commercially produced rope rather than an island-woven equivalent, chemically treated against rot but already stained green. That suggested that the trap had been set a while ago, but the fact that he could unpick some of the knots (admittedly with the aid of bamboo) told him that they weren't tight enough to have been settling in for long. Two weeks? Two months? It was hard to tell, and there was nothing to say how well the trap's status was monitored.
"So, do we think it was Them or The Crazy French Lady that set that trap?"
Faith's voice floated over from Scott's mini-clinic, causing Jon to look back towards the main body of the group.
"Does it matter? And what say we don't stop here for the night?" he suggested bluntly. "This was a trap, same as how we've been catching dinner most nights. I really don't think we should be hanging around."
"But the Doct-" someone protested.
Jon cut the voice off sharply. "The Doctor doesn't need his shoulder to walk and we're travelling light. He probably saved my life there so I'm more than happy to carry his bag, but letting 'Them' pick our campsite is stupid."