Nov 11, 2007 18:50
It is the attack of lazy narration part two!
Reid is in the corner, pouring over a case, he’s tried to be careful and keep any photos out of sight and they’re all stacked face-down on one end of the table. There are notes scrawled out on folders and he’s nibbling on a piece of chocolate as he reviews them.
The Doctor is sitting on one of the couches, his coat next to him and a sleeve rolled up. He’s wrapping his left arm, that has a long, deep gash going down, in bandages. He doesn’t appear to be in much pain but don’t mind if he’s a bit paler than normal. Using your blood to distract a vortisaur can do that to you sometimes.
Lucy has separated herself from most of the Inn, finding a place that she hoped would not attract much attention to curl up in. There’s a cup of tea and a notebook in her possession although neither have been touched in quite a while. She’s turning thoughts around in her mind that she’s just not sure of anymore and although she’s tried writing them down to sort them out, it’s done nothing to confuse, frustrate and even frighten her more.
alexander molokov,
spencer reid,
the doctor (eight),
the doctor,
lucy saxon,
angua von uberwald,
carla espinosa