crossing_lostrp | Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

The Doctor had converted Blaise and Daniel's communicaters. They looked a bit silly, but they worked.

The Doctor kept Blaise's, as he couldn't speak Aramaic so that simple code excluded the marine.

The Doctor saw Chris take Jack to the camp he was to help guard, and waited for the young man’s return to be sure the trip went well, then he took off in the direction Damon and Scott had marked on a crude map.

At six foot two the Doctor had long strides, and found himself cutting back just a bit, because losing his volunteers would not help the mission.

They didn’t follow a trail, except the one he broke in as they shoved through underbrush and grasses. If it weren’t for the rough map and the occasional sight of the far off whisp of smoke, getting lost would seem an easy thing.

They ate up ground at a stride that had most of them getting a stitch in their sides and a burn in their lungs long before the first ‘break’. It had been hours of walking over uneven ground, through brush and trees and pressed upon by tropical heat. The water was a godsend. The terrain would have been beautiful if they were able to pause and appreciate it.

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Chris shook his head at Blaise's query. He'd been in the middle of the group, studiously avoiding Faith and paying more attention to Scott. He knew that he might have to Orb the man back to safety, but he hoped it was later than this.

As Scott recovered, Chris released the breath that he'd unconsciously held. He wasn't needed yet. He hoped not to be, not in a case like this. And he had a bad feeling he'd be needed.

Realizing that everyone was on high alert because he'd blacked out, Scott started feeling sheepish. "I'm okay," he told everyone in earshot. Jon raised a skeptical eyebrow. "As okay as before. Ami contacting me hurt like hell, but it's over with. Let's go."

The group pressed onwards after returning to their previous positions, except for Sam. The tall young man who was armed to the teeth shouted ahead to his brother and fell into step beside Scott. He glanced up at Sam, who stood three inches taller than him. "I'm all right, really."

"I know," Sam said quietly. "That's not--" He frowned, clearly uncomfortable about something. "So, you're psychic."

Despite all of the weirdness on the island, Sam's simple statement still put Scott on the defensive. He tried not to show it. "Yeah."

Sam glanced around, holding the crossbow ready as he continued. "Does it always hurt?" Scott frowned, confused. "When Ami contacts you."

Scott blinked, surprised that Sam would come to that conclusion. "No, not at all. It hurt because Ami's in pain--" the thought made Scott clench his fists "-- and from whatever's keeping her there, I guess." Sam nodded, studying Scott briefly. He didn't appreciate the attention.

Sam spoke before Scott had a chance to change the subject or otherwise distract the kid. "I need to talk to you later." Scott had to strain to catch his words. "I'm psychic... or cursed... or something."

(Cursed?) Scott lowered his shields long enough to sense Sam's emotions. The young man was uneasy, resigned, and a little scared. Scott identified all too well. He nodded. "Sure. When we stop for the night."

"Thanks," Sam smiled self-consciously. "Later." He jogged ahead and joined his brother. Scott watched his retreating back, wondering what Sam's particular brand of weirdness was.

"The good news is they're alive. The bad news is we have a day and a half to get to the area Damon and Scott have marked." The Doctor saw that Scott was doing better now, and had people rallying around him.

Molly had been getting a bit red faced as they had travelled, although on the first leg she was keeping up very well indeed. Not that she was complaining, or falling behind the self appointed 'rear guards'.

They had only travelled a little further when the Doctor felt discomfort creep up his spine. It came from the back of his mind. Unease and fear.

It was something happening along the link he had to the Tardis.

*What is it old girl?* he tried to reestablish the mental contact with his exhausted ship. Not that she ever answerd him with words.

He felt the tingle, like storm charged air, bringing the hairs at his nape to stand on end. He hadn't felt this particular sensation since well, 19 days ago. When Rose near killed herself doing the stupidest stunt she had ever pulled... anyone had, really.

But he could sense the Time Vortex fully in place, safely in the heart of the Tardis and in the alternate dimensional area where it streamed through time and space.

There was a touch of reassurance and even happiness from his ship, then it was gone. Taking the sensation with it.

"You okay, Doctor?" Molly was looking at him, frowning.

It was only then that he realized he had come to a complete stop.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He assured her. No need to worry the others.

OOC: I too was away, so sorry for the scarcity of posting.

Jon scrubbed his face with his hands, more out of resignation than fatigue. Body aside, he was really getting too old for this shit.

"Ok, Scott?" He tapped the guy's shoulder, hoping to drag his attention away from psychic #475's back and into the here and now. "Ami contacted you. She's ok, but.. under the influence. Am I getting this so far?"

Scott looked over his shoulder defensively. "Yes."

Jon held up his hands in surrender. Maybe he was coming across as just a little too incredulous. Probably, in fact. Could you blame him? Don't answer that question, he ordered himself.

"Hey, I'm part of the walking freakshow here. Normality is abnormal, I get that, and I'm really glad that she's alive and well enough to make contact, but are we headed in the right direction?" He pointed towards the trail of smoke. "You guys said that wasn't exactly the right spot, so all I'm asking is whether that's still the best we've got. The sooner we get there.."

I'm about to leave for the evening. Chances are I won't be back tonight and all day tomorrow. Please NPC my characters. Scott would tell Jon that he couldn't tell Ami's exact location. The smoke plume is all they've got for the moment. Gotta run!

Does anyone have more ebil/drama/angst planned for the rest of the day? If not, I suggest we skip to the evening when the group camps for the night. Just thought I'd check before jumping ahead.

I don't. Well, not for these folks.

*snerk*

None from me.

I do. But it's fairly short, and will be placed immediately. :)

Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

[Chris] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)

[Scott, Sam] Forward march (open tag)

[Doctor] Forward march (open tag)

[Jon] Forward march (open tag)

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