Nov 08, 2011 20:55
[ There's silence and darkness when the feed picks up, save the muted sound of splashing - and a darkness. The only thing that the video feed is getting is the inside of Ianto's jacket pocket and fingers as he struggles to reach it. Then, all you can see is his hand and the sound is muffled as he tries to turn the device on one handed, unaware he's turned it on already. ]
-- this had better be waterproof - ah.
[ The feed is aimed up, the lighting is not great - but there's a brief view of the sky, some twenty feet up before Ianto addresses the PCD. He's soaked, one arm is held tight to his chest and there's a wide bleeding gash on his forehead. ]
I could do with a hand. I'm currently down one at the moment. A rope and a towel, if you happen to have either of them on hand would be appreciated as I happen to be stuck.
Where's Lassie when you need her... ?
[ Slumps against the wall with a groan, and the feed goes off, replaced by his coordinates. ]
(x, y).
that wasn't there a second ago...,
ic!,
where the fuck is lassie?,
event: traps,
[where]: adstring