May 23, 2006 21:16
Ray had woken from his Yukon dream to find himself naked, hungry, achy, and dressed in an apron that said "Kiss me, I'm Irish." Fucking Vecchio. It was bad enough that Vecchio had seen him naked (and probably felt him up, perv), but he had taken care of Ray's body which meant Ray owed him. Ray did not want to owe Vecchio.
He couldn't get too pissed off, though, cause everything was surprisingly cool. Once he'd woken up and realized what was going on (that there was no more snow, no more Yukon, just sand and ocean and the island of insanity) he thought he'd have the most depressed mountie ever on his hands. But that wasn't the case at all. And now Fraser was resting and Horatio with him, and Ray was out doing what he knew Fraser would have done if Ray and Horatio hadn't told him to keep his dehydrated ass in the hut thing; checking up on stuff. Fraser had been surprisingly agreeable on the matter, which was good too.
They'd been out of it for days and Ray figured he'd better check and make sure no one had been murdered or set on fire or eaten by a dinosaur in their absence. So he was wandering around various parts of the island, checking people off a mental list of those he gave two shits about, and just generally seeing what the others were up to.
[ooc: timed for earlier in the day]
ray kowalski,
billy tallent,
anne shirley