Oncoming Storms Prompt 2 - Distress Signal

[thecricketer]

"We need help, Doctor." Peri's voice trembled, only slightly. Erimem's head turned feverishly in her lap; she held a wet cloth against her forehead that the Doctor had soaked in a stream reflecting a red sun.

He nodded absently, focused on creating a fire with unfamiliar kindling. He didn't even know what kind of smoke signals there were here, if they were even recognised as such, but he had to try.

They were in a clearing, full of pale grass that turned to sparse shades in the gloomy night. They'd been running before Erimem collapsed, and it was daylight when the Doctor carried her here, Peri alert and anxious at his side.

They were both tired, hungry, worried out of their minds. If they were found it might well be by the wrong people.

They couldn't take the chance of waiting until morning, of resting and recovering. He didn't know what was wrong, how serious it was, how fast it worked.

He worked in relative silence for a time, punctured only by clashing wood and ghostly wind and deep breaths.

"Doctor, I know you don't like guns but I did manage to grab this thing and–"

"I'll show you the stun setting," he murmured.

"...Right. Good. When?"

"When I get this fire going!" he shouted, turning to glare at her before his expression softened.

"I'm...sorry, Peri." She swallowed, and nodded, and took one of his hands.

"We'll be okay. She'll...she'll be okay." He offered a faint, assuring smile and set back to work.

"I trust you," a hopeful whisper on the fretful wind, and he could only hope it wasn't misplaced.

Comments

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He admits that those are fairly normal days, really, and warns against becoming possesed.

Evil!Five thinks he can whip him into shape.

Then he glares at you for smacking his companion. ;p

Re: ooc

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

She facepalms. A lot.

HEE! He probably could, if anyone could. Methos pouts about him being taken away, but apparently Fred said no vampires in the house who don't have souls.

*sticks tongue out at him*

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, sheepishly, and says more seriously that he really will do his best to keep her safe.

*snickers* Good on Fred for putting her foot down! Evil!Five says he can visit if he wants.

Re: ooc

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

She does believe that last part. *nods*

Methos bounced. *now I facepalm a lot*

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He's very glad of that, and thinks she must make a marvelous travelling companion. He also says that is slapping is strictly neccesary - *whap*


*does not giggle at all, really* Evil!Five is beaming. Rather wickedly.

Re: ooc

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Awwww... She beamed. And is confused by the slapping? *g*

*purrs, err, I mean, um, glares at the beaming and whaps Methos?*

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He beams right back. He likes making lovely people beam. Well, if I'm being a git - not that I usually am, mind, but I can be - *is whapped*

Evil!Five looks at you innocently. Then looks at Methos again, less innocently.

Re: ooc

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

He still can get her all flustered. Ahhh...*whaps gently*

*doesn't buy the innocence*

Methos: *amused smirk, thinks he's cute with the wanting to be all evil and stuff*

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He flushes a bit and runs a hand through his hair. He's pouting again.

Evil!Five: *smirks right back, enjoys being underestimated*

Re: ooc

[notquiteadoctor.livejournal.com]

Which makes her all awkward and uncomfortable. *snuggles?

Methos: *amused* You still run around trying to make the worlds better. You may be resigned to innocents dying, but you don't enjoy it. You aren't out for yourself; you don't kill needlessly; you don't run around making women your slaves forcing them to do unspeakable things solely for your pleasure. You don't get to qualify as evil.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He thrusts his hands in his pockets and looks about. He's smiling now.

Evil!Five: It's others who keep calling me that. I'd prefer 'amniguous' or 'ruthless', perhaps, if I must have a label. What of you, then, do you qualify as 'evil' by your standards?

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

*has more appropriate icons on this one*

Awww. She's all scuffing her toes on the dirt. *wins*

Methos: *cryptic smile* Labels really are so limiting. They keep telling me I'm reformed.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

XD I love that list so much.

...Awww. Five stares at the ground a bit before looking up and cheerfully enquiring about where she's headed next.

Evil!Five: I've always said so. *lips quirk* Do they now?

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

It really is the best.

She shrugs, doesn't know. Maybe home, 'cause he just said one trip and it's already been two? But she figures he might need her and she might have to convince him of that.

Methos: *grins* It gives them comfort at night to believe it.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

The Doctor thinks he certainly does and says to be stubborn if he tries to tell her otherwise.

Evil!Five: *smile widens* Well, it's kind of you to grant them such.

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says she's quite good at that.

Methos: I thought so...

((......tell me to stop listening to Rent while walking and having the Doctor (either of them) and Aislinn in my head doing "Light My Candle". "I should tell you" is cute, but. Err...that's just...too adorable))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He says he's quite glad, his friends tend to be.

Evil!Five: What might you have been doing, then, while they slept?

((Stop right now, young lady!))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says they have to be.

Methos: *enigmatic smile*

((But...but... the cuteness:

"They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street, is it true?"

"..W-w-what?"

"You're staring again."

"Oh, no. I mean, you do, have a nice...a.--I mean. You look familiar."

*goes to grab dinner, be on in a sec*))

Re: ooc

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He smiles at that, agreeing, but says not to let the others know.

Evil!Five: *grins, stepping closer, hands behind his back* Come now, you'll have me curious for decades.

((*dies* I can't protest that.

Hooray!))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says her lips are sealed.

Methos: *soft laugh* Curiosity is good for you.

(("Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club, that's where I work, I dance."

"Yeeeeeeees. They used to tie you up...."

"It's a living..."

"I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs...."

I mean, come on. Can't you see it? *g*

*has mother on phone....*))

Re: ooc

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He grins conspirationaliy.

Evil!Five: Not if it's never sated! Then it's simply frustrating.

((Yes, I can, and it's all your fault.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She grins back.

Methos: *purrs* I never said I wouldn't sate it eventually.

((*beams* COME BACK!))

Re: ooc

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He winks.

Evil!Five: *eyes widen slightly, lips curling* Oh?

((I DID BUT YOU WEREN'T THERE. *weeps*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She grins.

Methos: *half-smile* Oh, indeed.

((*wails* Everyone went away, so I went to bed...))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He bows. I'm not sure why, I think he's caught up.

Evil!Five: You'll keep me waiting, will you?

((*has Five pout at you*))