Oct 30, 2011 17:04
[Narvin has made a tiny temporary shelter from the wind using his jacket draped on a small bush, but he is very clearly out of his element. He's holding back his panic for now, but his voice is tense and high pitched.]
My TARDIS is gone and I'm trapped in the CES, or whatever this wilderness is. I'm...not accustomed to this sort of environment. [Asking for help is hard. But dying from exposure is worse.] If anyone with experience in living in primitive conditions can give me advice, I'd appreciate it.
...And clouds...don't usually look like this, I think. [He turns the communicator camera to show green clouds roiling and rotating and starting to form a funnel.]
[Private to Drake]
Drake, check in. Are you all right?
[Private to Kay's friends] (This is a broad filter. If Narvin thinks you are on friendly terms with Kay, you're on this filter.)
Kay is trapped with me. He's in a coma but he's alive. If you still have freedom of movement, kindly find the bastard who's caused all this and eliminate him.
event: creepiness,
lackeys unite,
cowardice is practical