Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)
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crossing_lostrpThe 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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[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.
ooc: laughter
Date: 2006-08-04 09:58 pm (UTC)Ramen!
[Faith] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-05 12:39 am (UTC)She hadn't contributed to the parental conversation, or really to any conversation overmuch. Aside from the moments she intentionally dropped in on Dean to make certain he was watching her rear – literally and figuratively – Faith didn't feel much like interacting. She knew that just went to show precisely how keyed up and pissed off she was about the whole kidnapping thing; and how much she changed and how much she'd grown attached to these people over such a short period of time. Those girls were her friends, Claire was pregnant, so what the fuck were these kidnapping fuckers up to?
Occasionally she took to the trees, trading off the scouting duties with Ripley. So far, no Smoke Monsters, no biomechanical T-Rexes and no sign that anyone had traipsed this way dragging four drugged women. On one of her sojurns from the branches, as she hit the ground her Slayer sense went off, but not in a bad way, more in a protective guardian way and a split second too late she realized why.
With a cry of Ami's name, Scott went down.
(The fuck?)
There was just enough distance between them that half the team was far enough ahead enough that Faith had to give a loud chirping whistle. "Yo! Hold up! We got a man down."
Faith reached Scott as Jon splashed water onto the man's face. She bent over to peer at Scott, dividing her attention between he and Jon. "Hey, Scotty, you a'right? What happened?"
[Blaise] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-05 01:22 am (UTC)Then Scott went down with Ami's name on his lips. (Swell,) was Blaise's first thought, (more psychic shit.) His second thought was perhaps Ami had managed to reach Scott--or vice versa--despite her captivity. That might be good news...once Scott was awake to relay whatever he might have learned.
Or maybe it was the first move in an ambush. Take out the psychic(s) before closing? Blaise glanced around, only then realizing that he had moved to put his back to the group and taken shelter behind the largest tree at hand to scan their backtrail and the immediate area for threats.
(Good to know the reflexes are still there,) he thought.
Blaise spared a glance over his shoulder. Jon and Faith were taking care of Scott. Blaise turned his attention back to their rear. "Anyone else down?" he called out. "Anyone see or hear anything strange?"
[Scott] Best headache ever (tag Jon, Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-05 01:58 am (UTC)Despite his headache Scott grinned from ear to ear. "Ami reached me." Jon and Faith helped him sit up. "She's sick from whatever drugs the bastards are giving her, but she's alive and on the island."
"What else did she say?"
Scott's smile faded somewhat. "She didn't say anything. There wasn't enough time. That's all I picked up." It wasn't much, but it renewed his determination. Once Ami and the other women were safe, the fuckers who were behind this were going to pay.
OOC: Scott's able to get up and moving again. I stopped here to give
[Dean/Sam] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-05 02:55 am (UTC)Seeing nothing, Sam approached the others and listened to Scott's explanation. Dean waited on guard, just in case.
[Mayday] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-05 02:53 pm (UTC)May had opted to take the high road this time, and was in mid-air between branches when she heard Faith's cry. She immediately twisted, turned, and instead of landing on the branch, grabbed it with both hands, flipped herself up and over, and bounded back the way she'd come at top speed.
Even so, by the time she was back there, Faith and Jon were already helping Scott stand, and the man was grinning from ear to ear. "Ami reached me," he said, and May visibly relaxed a bit.
Since Scott obviously had enough help, she stayed aloft, moving towards the back of the train since Dean was watching the front. Even if it was good news, Murphy's Law inevitably dictated that if something bad was going to happen, it would choose a time like now.
"I don't see anything right NOW..." she replied to Blaise, peering out through the trees and stretching out her senses as best she could.
[Chris] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-05 03:59 pm (UTC)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.
[Scott, Sam] Forward march (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-05 06:54 pm (UTC)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.
[Doctor] Forward march (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-05 09:38 pm (UTC)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] Forward march (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-05 10:08 pm (UTC)"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.."
OOC note
Date: 2006-08-05 10:28 pm (UTC)OOC question
Date: 2006-08-07 04:46 pm (UTC)Re: OOC question
Date: 2006-08-07 05:17 pm (UTC)*snerk*
Re: OOC question
Date: 2006-08-07 06:04 pm (UTC)Re: OOC question
Date: 2006-08-07 09:55 pm (UTC)OOC
Date: 2006-08-05 09:04 pm (UTC)