[GAME EVENT] BYE BYE, BUNKER!

[sinanju]

Who: Daniel Jackson
When: NOW!
Where: Just outside the lab (initially)
Invited: ALL PLAY
Status: Very Dangerous Complete

Comments

[Methos]

[beccadg]

(OOC *Snickers.* At least Adam has nice long arms to put a big load of books in, and if he doesn't wholly make it out of the bunker, as long as his head is still attached, he can be dug out later. *veg*)

Methos stiffened at the shouting, hearing in it the loss of everything he'd left behind in his room. He nodded with Oona's shouted order to grab as many of the books as they could carry. Methos was just beginning to pick up some of them when she shoved a pile at him. He held them close, not questioning the books she chose to save. Methos followed her out. Being close on her heels he saw her glance back to be certain he was behind her.

"I'm right behind you," Methos assured Oona while he kept moving. The thought of how much was going to be lost tried to tug at him, but he pushed it aside to stay focused on saving what could be saved. Methos knew from his long years of survival, saving what they could was what was important now. If they survived they'd have time to mourn their losses later. He frowned when he caught Oona half turning to go back, blocking her way. Methos grabbed her arm as best he could without dropping any of the precious books and propelled her forward to safety. He didn't flinch at Oona's mention of Claire and her baby, but he suspected she caught his discomfort before he assured her, "I'm certain they're everyone's concern. Someone will already have them out. Keep moving."

Except of course Methos wasn't certain just who was looking out for Claire and her baby. He knew very well in a crisis talk of "women and children first" was nothing but talk. Methos glanced back to see if there was anyone behind him. Would he drop the books to help someone else get out? Methos wasn't sure and he prayed he wasn't going to have to find out.

OOC:

[purplerhino]

Considering how uncomfortable Aaron made Methos. Newborn pre-immortal, you know. Never saw one born before.

Re: OOC:

[beccadg]

*Blinks.* The kid is a pre-immie? I haven't seen that.

Re: OOC:

[purplerhino]

Yes. Adam helped with the birth and it kinda freaked him out more than a little. Ther only Immortals he had heard about were all foundlings. To be honest with you, where the hell people think baby immortals come from I have no clue. (If you say another planet you get burned at the stake.)

Re: OOC:

[beccadg]

Yes. Adam helped with the birth and it kinda freaked him out more than a little.

Heh, might have to count me with Adam. ;)

To be honest with you, where the hell people think baby immortals come from I have no clue. (If you say another planet you get burned at the stake.)

I like not knowing where they come from so I dislike the Zeist explanation both because it's an explanation and it's Zeist. I've got a friend who explains them as coming from immortals. The kids wind up as foundlings because their parents forget having them, making the kids foundlings and letting the immortals continue to insist they're sterile.

[Oona]

[purplerhino]

Oona was not used to running blindly. She usually could see her route. But brush tugged at her skirt and slapped at her legs. Sapling limbs whipped at her arms, and she felt the fine cuts.

Then she was falling, the books flying around her as she tried to catch herself. People running by kicked several of the tomes as they went.

Of all the... It was such a unbelieveably stupid horror movie cliche she couldn't manage to swallow around the pure humiliation. Done in by tree root.

She rotated her ankle, testing it even as she got to her knees and plucked up the books nearest her. Ankle was fine. She pushed aside brush and recovered a third leatherbound volume, but she'd had eight.

Someone was pulling at her arm.

No. She had to get them. The seconds were ticking away. Blood was running down her arm.

No one was pounding past now. She could get them.

((OOC: Books are lost. Please don't have anyone pick them up. :) Thanks.))

[Methos]

[beccadg]

While Methos held the books he was carrying close and kept moving, he was careful not to lose track of Oona. He saw her fall knowing he wasn't close enough to catch her or any of the books she'd been carrying. Methos stopped beside Oona where she'd fallen, doing what he could to make those still fleeing the bunker go around the two of them. He watched her test her ankle, asking, "Is it alright?"

Once Oona got to her knees Methos had to trust that her ankle wasn't hurt. Even though he understood why she was searching for the books in the brush, he also knew they needed to be away from the bunker before it exploded. Shifting the books in his arms so he could better reach for Oona, Methos pulled at her arm, "They're lost. It isn't time for us to join them."

He was tempted to put the books he was holding down to more easily drag her away from the bunker, but he didn't think she'd appreciate him trading the books for her, not when she was driven to collect the books she'd dropped. Instead he warned Oona, "I might drop some of these helping you up. You need to get up. We need to keep moving."

[Oona]

[purplerhino]

For only the second time in her entire life, Oona was given to high end swearing. Lots of it.

"Fuck, depp, baise-moi, Puluvnisshitza, Gottverdammt, fick mich, yrpoizzisshint, nom de dieu de bordel de merde!"

Oona got up and clutched the three books she still had close to her chest. She wasn't losing them no matter what.

Ignoring her skinned knee and brushburned palm, she got back to her feet. Adam was right. As valuable as books were, they were not worth a life. But it broke her heart.

She ran, quick on Adam's heels. Her life had really gone to shit lately. And she couldn't even blame this island.