Port: Team We Don't Need a Name (Rural)
Who: Team We Don't Need a Name (Toshiko, Jack Harkness, Martha, Armand, Trip Tucker, and JD)
Where: PORT (somewhere rural and full of zombies)
When: during port (6/17 - 6/20)
Warnings: Probably violence
Note: How about separate threads if needed, NPC zombies okay, anything is good. (I don't mind making edits here if wanted, and am acknowledging Nicci is under the weather.)
The lurching of the deck threw Armand off balance so much he fell, and then things went black. When he came to, he could hear the Admiral explaining the Barge was backing off from the port and giving various warnings. But wait, this was not a floor underneath his back. Armand had slept outdoors enough to know the difference. He sat up, rubbing his head, then opened his eyes.
He was surrounded by apparently miles of scraggy flatland, bushes and small clots of trees here and there. Perhaps in the distance he could see a cluster of buildings, civilization of a sort. His eyes watered slightly in the unfamiliar sunlight as he strained to see any of the "locals" the Admiral mentioned. Not being able to see much of anyone, Armand pulled out the communicator which had stopped playing the Admiral's message now. No other important messages. He looked for his pocket watch, and couldn't find it. That alarmed him, and he scrambled to his feet.
Over the sighing of the wind, he heard movement behind him, and froze, not wanting to look. He hadn't checked behind him at all.
Where: PORT (somewhere rural and full of zombies)
When: during port (6/17 - 6/20)
Warnings: Probably violence
Note: How about separate threads if needed, NPC zombies okay, anything is good. (I don't mind making edits here if wanted, and am acknowledging Nicci is under the weather.)
The lurching of the deck threw Armand off balance so much he fell, and then things went black. When he came to, he could hear the Admiral explaining the Barge was backing off from the port and giving various warnings. But wait, this was not a floor underneath his back. Armand had slept outdoors enough to know the difference. He sat up, rubbing his head, then opened his eyes.
He was surrounded by apparently miles of scraggy flatland, bushes and small clots of trees here and there. Perhaps in the distance he could see a cluster of buildings, civilization of a sort. His eyes watered slightly in the unfamiliar sunlight as he strained to see any of the "locals" the Admiral mentioned. Not being able to see much of anyone, Armand pulled out the communicator which had stopped playing the Admiral's message now. No other important messages. He looked for his pocket watch, and couldn't find it. That alarmed him, and he scrambled to his feet.
Over the sighing of the wind, he heard movement behind him, and froze, not wanting to look. He hadn't checked behind him at all.