Case #14: Video

[19centconstable]

[George is crouched in some plant-life.]

I have always suspected that dinosaurs weren't truly extinct, but simply hiding out in the unexplored headwaters of the Congo and the Amazon...or perhaps the Scottish highlands. And I was aware that they were probably unpleasant. But I had no idea quite how unpleasant

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Spam.

[acertifieduser]

[Eddie is unabashedly laying stomach-to-dirt on the ground beneath some of the giant leaves not far from George. He gives a skeptical look from his hiding perch at his warden's making a network post, but he says nothing. The inmate is slowly coming down from his medication, having lost the rest of his few pills he'd brought in a dinosaur accident. The NZT had kept them both alive, but now he was falling slowly from clarity to withdrawals; he would be worthless tomorrow.]

"They're extinct in our world, George." [He calls out in a controlled quiet, something akin to a stage whisper.] "Now what?"

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[19centconstable]

[George does feel a bit bad about that: Eddie losing his pills. They are his responsibility, technically. But better that something large a scaly is eating them instead of a Spinola/Crabtree sandwich. ...Although possibly not, if NZT works on non-humans. Hopefully, should that be the case, the whateveritisasaurus will be too distracted inventing civilization to kill too many people.]

I think we're going to have to agree to disagree on that.

[George doesn't bother to whisper. If there's anything out there to hear them, it can hear whispering as well.]

I suspect it would be best to keep moving.

Spam.

[acertifieduser]

"Keep your voice down." [He calls back, even though George's logic is more probable than his own. Maybe it's the paranoia setting in or maybe that's just how Eddie is, but he starts crawling up alongside his warden so that he can speak even more quietly.] "Do you have a plan on how to get us out of here?"

[There's another screech from above and Eddie flinches instinctively. Then he grimaces at having flinched.] "The sooner the better."

Spam.

[19centconstable]

Indeed. We continue to the beach, which should be...

[George checks the position of the sun, and then points.]

...that way. If anything gets too unfriendly, I'll hit it with my truncheon. And perhaps you ought to get a big stick.

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[acertifieduser]

"How the hell do you know that?" [He mutters, then slowly scrambles to his feet. Though his brain is slowly losing its speed, his body is still cooperating-- for now.] "..That's your advice? Get a big stick? Do you know how little damage a stick can do if it's not carved down into something or if it's not the right material? Anything I could break off or find here isn't going to be the right material, George."

Spam.

[19centconstable]

[George comes from a land before GPS.]

How do I know...which direction is which? It's just something you memorize, I suppose. There's only the four of them, really.

[He offers the other man a hand.]

I know. I thought it might just make you feel better to be holding onto something. Also: nothing likes having things stuck in its eyes.

Spam.

[acertifieduser]

[Eddie makes a mental note to memorize how to read directions when he's back on the Barge with more medication, but he wonders if he'll even remember the note to remember to do so.

The inmate takes his warden's hand up and glanced nervously around. Then he nods at George's suggestion and begins looking around nearby for something that can work as a decent weapon if the situation calls for it.]

Spam.

[19centconstable]

[George starts off in the direction of the beach, cheerfully pointing out:]

A large rock might do you as well. How are you at throwing?

Spam.

[acertifieduser]

"Right now? Probably not so great. In twelve hours? I'll be terrible. I'm counting on you to keep me alive here, George. Remember when we were first paired and you said you're like a body guard? That's what I need right now. Because this shit is only going to get worse and I don't know how well I'll be able to handle it."

[It's the first time Eddie has actually been honest about how terrible he is off of the drugs, but he wants to stay alive more than he wants to preserve his reputation in this moment and, really, he's come to trust George not to tell people things. He has a good warden.]

Spam.

[19centconstable]

[George nods as though they aren't possibly being stalked by man-eating dinos. Or like he isn't the sort of person to judge another for asking for help.]

A club of some sort would be best, then. Why don't you take my truncheon?

[One reason why not would be the large snake slithering determinedly down the tree behind George and towards his neck.]

Spam.

[acertifieduser]

"You keep it. I'll find a big stick somewhere along the wa-- behind you!" [Eddie points urgently at the snake, simultaneously moving forward to try to pull his warden away if the monster gets too close. He's not the most coordinated, but he understands how snakes move and how quickly and he's not going to risk George not being able to move fast enough.]

Spam. One time, on 'Globe Trekker', a bear stole Bradley Cooper's toothpaste. This is true.

[19centconstable]

[George allows himself to be pulled away, but whirls around and takes up boxing stance in front of Eddie, despite the fact that Eddie is larger and probably stronger than he is. The snake has touched down on the ground by now, and seems slightly unsure of how to deal with its current situation. George, meanwhile, lifts his foot and stomps down neatly on the snake's head, crushing it.]

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't like snakes very much.

[And he does actually sound genuinely sorry, but those motherfuckers will steal all your ladders.]

Spam. For real? D:

[acertifieduser]

[Eddie watches the scene, practically stupefied with George's matter-of-factness about it all. He actually laughs aloud as his warden crushes its skull, gawking at him with awe.] "You're.. You're the real, live Indiana Jones. Not even Harrison Ford. You're Indiana Jones. Do you have any idea how superemely badass that makes you? I don't know if it will do shit here, or if we'll just die, but I really.. I want to get you a whip. Can you use a whip?"

[The inmate laughs again, partially joking and partially entirely serious about it all. Then he's leading the way with more confidence in the direction George previously indicated.]

"Either way. That's some good work, George."

Spam. Yes, but he deserved it. He didn't secure his campsite. Also he was an insufferable host.

[19centconstable]

[George looks confused.]

I don't see how. He's very rugged looking. Square jawed.

[George has a thirty year old baby face.]

And Miss Brunswick is very fond of him. Can I use a whip for what?

[That's a good question.]

Spam. Aww. Poor Bradley Cooper. He should have distracted it with salmon. Or George Crabtree.

[acertifieduser]

"He hates snakes, he's adventurous, and-- forget it. That's not important. You know what's important? Your happiness is important, George. So the question, really, is are you fond of her?" [Jane kind of hates Eddie and he knows it, but he also realizes that she seems pretty fond of George and that has all kinds of potential.]

Spam.

[19centconstable]

[And because George is thick when it comes to women, and has to have things spelled out for him, he replies:]

Yes, of course I am.

[Traipsing through a dangerous forrest talking about ladies: Eddie, you and George are way more alike than either of you realize.]