[Sam, Dean, Locke] Out, Out, Damn Vortex!

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Who: Dean, Sam, Locke
Where: Outside near the Medical Facility
When: Day 20, late night, just after Raelle's arrival
Invited: McKay, anyone at outside the Medical Facility
Status: Complete

The scene outside of the bunker was mass chaos. May leapt through the trees, energy and projectile shots were fired, and most suprisingly of all, the truly strange-looking spiney demon morphed into Kenzaki before passing out on Daniel.

John, Dean, and Sam gaped at the sight from where they'd taken cover at the edge of the jungle. While Dean grumbled about only being able to take potshots at a few of the Wraith, Sam had been searching Dad's journal for a spell to close the vortex that continued to swirl ominously overhead. Locke simply seemed awestruck by Kenzaki's transformation. Dean frowned and shook his head. "Fuck me," he murmured. "No wonder it spoke Japanese."

Sam and John looked at him dubiously. "You knew it spoke Japanese?" John asked quietly.

"Hey, I wasn't looking a gift guard demon in the mouth," Dean retorted, returing his attention to the Desert Eagle in his hands. He scanned the clearing for more Wraith. "It growled and hissed. Seemed to understand Daniel's Japanese. Whatever."

Sam frowned at his brother for a moment longer before glancing upwards again. The vortex hasn't grown any larger, but it hadn't diminished, either. "We've got to close that thing before any more ships come through." Apparently McKay had the same idea, because he sprinted with surprising speed across the clearing toward the vortex.

Dean nodded. "John, cover me and Sam. We're closing that sonofabitch."

"You got it," the older man confirmed, sighting his rifle. After one last look around for Wraith, Sam and Dean burst out of their cover, following McKay at a dead run.

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[Dean] No, nor now

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ooc: sorry I haven't been around.
Dean watched McKay poke at the vortex. "Yeah, spellcasting. You know, Roses are Red. Violets are blue. Begone Boogieman, before I hex you!" Dean continued to watch, "So, brilliant scientist and all you can do is poke at it?"

As the wormhole started to close, Dean snarked "Gonna see if any more fuglies are lurking."

[McKay] No-- where is everyone?

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"Doesn't anyone actually listen to me?" Rodney sounded more than a little irritated. "Why do I bother?" He shook his head, turned around to face the brothers, and took a deep breath to explain once more what he'd just finished saying. "The amount of energy that it takes---"

But, he discovered that there was no longer an audience, such as it was, behind him. Sam and Dean had rushed off, leaving him and Raelle alone. In the woods. With who knew what else was around?

"Um..."

Dark woods. Dark, dark woods.

Rodney's shoulders sagged, and a tentative look around was given before he had to ask, his voice lowered. A step was taken to the side, nearer a tree for cover, though cover from what, and what sort of cover it could afford was certainly questionnable. "Can you feel anything?"

[Mayday] Don't shoot the backup!

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After reassuring Locke that she was fine and that her shirt was worse off than anything, May followed him through the trees, keeping her eyes and her senses wide open for any more Wraith.

"Doesn't anyone actually listen to me?"

Fortunately, an irritated Rodney was not hard to find even in the darkness of the woods if you had sharp ears. It wasn't long before May spotted Rodney, who suddenly shut up and stepped closer to a tree. Locke signaled for her to stop, and she remained in her perch, scanning the trees for anything that might want to jump them.

((OOC: May's not too badly injured, the cuts are probably closing up a bit, but the shirt and the blood makes it look worse than it is. I'll let Locke handle approaching the paranoid, armed duo.))

Re: OOC apologies

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Also waiting on Raelle. Figure a couple of posts and we're back to the facility. I just really hate powerposing others in my poses. It's a MUSH thing. :)

Re: OOC apologies

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No worries. I only now JUST got back home since we returned from the Ren Faire way too late for me to drive back to B-more... and then we found out the other car in our group that left later broke down and needed a tow, so yeah, it's not like I was around to post anyway. :)

(Everyone's home and okay now. Thank GOODNESS the PA Turnpike has their own towing service.)

Re: OOC apologies

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Thank GOODNESS the PA Turnpike has their own towing service.

Eek! Did you have to call a tow truck?

Re: OOC apologies

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No, the other car in our caravan (they left later) had their car break down on the Turnpike. We found out about that around 1 am last night, and they had to spend the night in Harrisburg before the AAA tow truck could get them back to Frederick and we could pick them up at the repair shop. They're home and I think they planned to spend today passed out. Good thing we decided to go on Saturday and not today; that would have been a real problem.

[Locke] Don't shoot the backup! (tag McKay, Raelle)

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Fortunately May accepted Locke's rationale for executing the Wraith. In some ways he envied her idealism. In his fifty-odd years he'd learned that life wasn't fair and death was cheap. It truly was survival of the fittest on the island.

McKay rather obviously had little survival skills to speak of. Locke and May easily followed his irate voice to his and his friend's location. Deliberately making noise as he approached, he called, "Dr. McKay, we need to regroup. This way."

[McKay, Raelle] That way, huh?

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Rodney had no idea about the various wraith executions, though he'd sort of hoped they had been taken care of. As much as he wanted to be a part of it, and lord knew that he'd run headlong outside, unarmed (as Jon had so elequently put it), there was that whole 'self-preservation' thing. And, with the wormhole still active, he was needed elsewhere.

Now, that time had ended, and it was time to go back 'home'. Which ever direction that was.

Rodney was behind a tree, and a touch on his shoulder came, along with a soft and recognizable voice. "If you are ready, Doctor, it is this way." He jumped at the nearness, and turning around, saw the Athosian huntress, and beyond, Locke.

'Dr. McKay, we need to regroup. This way.' Rodney focused on the man, and nodded to the two of them. "Right. That way."