As weird as the situation was, or maybe because the situation was so weird, Megabyte knew better than to go wandering off to parts unknown. However, staring at the rather still and creepy visages of his companions was not the most comforting thing in the world, so Megabyte turned away and resumed following the tire tracks for a short distance of maybe fifty feet. At that point he could see that they would dip down over a slight hill, and he was less than inclined to follow the hill.
(I haven't been attacked by the bad guys, so if they know I'm here, they don't see me as a threat. If they don't know I'm here, I'm not going to announce it yet.)
From there, he walked to the far perimeter of the clearing, stopping just short of the treeline. Megabyte turned and did the same in the opposite direction, but he never reached the treeline; that pins and needles burning wall of nothing stopped him again. And that gave him an idea.
After scouting around near the treeline that he could actually reach, he came up with a thick stick.
(Weird,) he noted on his way past his still companions. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could have sworn they all changed position a bit and that George had that pre-sprinter look to her.
Discounting that oddness for the moment, he began to map the perimeter of the invisible wall with his sticks, digging a deep rut into the dirt. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, and while doing it telekinetically *would* have been easier, it would have worn him out psychically and he wanted to save all his psychic strength for when he needed it most. In addition to the work of digging, there were also the unexpected bumps and brushes up against that invisible wall.
He stopped and drank and had a snack halfway through and then finished his rough map of the perimeter border. Satisfied, and left with nothing else to do, he resumed tire tracking, dropping to his stomach and wiggling forward to peek over the hill. From his vantage point he could see that the tracks circled a short distance from two heavy metal doors set into the ground at an angle and then continued around beyond it.
But it was the doors that held his attention. From here, he could actually, truly sense Ami and she was right beyond the doors. Megabyte's sense of her was muted though, even this close, and indescribably fuzzy. It took every ounce of his self-restraint to not simply charge down the hillside and through those doors.
Instead, he reached out mentally, /Ami?/
He *felt* acknowledgement. He heard nothing, but somehow he knew that she knew he was there. Megabyte tried a few more times, then realized that for whatever reason, she couldn't actually answer him.
(She's there, good enough. Claire and the others are probably there, too.)
Backing away on his belly, Megabyte eventually stood again and made his way back to the perimeter where he'd entered. He blinked. Okay, now he was certain that something was different with his companions. George and Locke were *touching* the barrier. George was appeared to be halfway through, although no part of her could be seen on this time.
"It's a temporal bubble," he muttered to no one in particular. "Just great."
Especially since he had no idea how much time passed here as opposed to on the other side.
Frustrated and annoyed with the kidnappers and the island in general, Megabyte sat down, pulled out a guava, began to peel it and wait. It wasn't much longer before George literally stumbled through and looked around.
"Hey, Dorothy, guess what?" Megabyte called out, getting her attention, "You're not in Kansas anymore."
He glanced at the statue that was Locke and added, "Locke will probably be joining us in about ten or fifteen minutes, I guess, that's if he was right behind you. I haven't had the opportunity yet to figure out the time differential, lacking a point of reference."
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[Megabyte] Through the Looking Glass (tag George, Locke)
Date: 2006-08-14 11:08 am (UTC)(I haven't been attacked by the bad guys, so if they know I'm here, they don't see me as a threat. If they don't know I'm here, I'm not going to announce it yet.)
From there, he walked to the far perimeter of the clearing, stopping just short of the treeline. Megabyte turned and did the same in the opposite direction, but he never reached the treeline; that pins and needles burning wall of nothing stopped him again. And that gave him an idea.
After scouting around near the treeline that he could actually reach, he came up with a thick stick.
(Weird,) he noted on his way past his still companions. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could have sworn they all changed position a bit and that George had that pre-sprinter look to her.
Discounting that oddness for the moment, he began to map the perimeter of the invisible wall with his sticks, digging a deep rut into the dirt. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, and while doing it telekinetically *would* have been easier, it would have worn him out psychically and he wanted to save all his psychic strength for when he needed it most. In addition to the work of digging, there were also the unexpected bumps and brushes up against that invisible wall.
He stopped and drank and had a snack halfway through and then finished his rough map of the perimeter border. Satisfied, and left with nothing else to do, he resumed tire tracking, dropping to his stomach and wiggling forward to peek over the hill. From his vantage point he could see that the tracks circled a short distance from two heavy metal doors set into the ground at an angle and then continued around beyond it.
But it was the doors that held his attention. From here, he could actually, truly sense Ami and she was right beyond the doors. Megabyte's sense of her was muted though, even this close, and indescribably fuzzy. It took every ounce of his self-restraint to not simply charge down the hillside and through those doors.
Instead, he reached out mentally, /Ami?/
He *felt* acknowledgement. He heard nothing, but somehow he knew that she knew he was there. Megabyte tried a few more times, then realized that for whatever reason, she couldn't actually answer him.
(She's there, good enough. Claire and the others are probably there, too.)
Backing away on his belly, Megabyte eventually stood again and made his way back to the perimeter where he'd entered. He blinked. Okay, now he was certain that something was different with his companions. George and Locke were *touching* the barrier. George was appeared to be halfway through, although no part of her could be seen on this time.
"It's a temporal bubble," he muttered to no one in particular. "Just great."
Especially since he had no idea how much time passed here as opposed to on the other side.
Frustrated and annoyed with the kidnappers and the island in general, Megabyte sat down, pulled out a guava, began to peel it and wait. It wasn't much longer before George literally stumbled through and looked around.
"Hey, Dorothy, guess what?" Megabyte called out, getting her attention, "You're not in Kansas anymore."
He glanced at the statue that was Locke and added, "Locke will probably be joining us in about ten or fifteen minutes, I guess, that's if he was right behind you. I haven't had the opportunity yet to figure out the time differential, lacking a point of reference."