Night 60: Underground Lake

[razing_phoenix]

[From here.]Just like the last time, Guy's feet hit the uneven sand as he took in that unmistakable smell of dampness. This area was almost dead quiet when compared to the hallway that they'd just come from, but he still could make out the lapping of water and the creaking of the dock. All of those sensations just reminded him of the fact that they

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[trolltaker]

After dealing with the three stooges, Charon was ready to settle down for the rest of the night and take a nap in the boat. But the minute he heard another set of voices approach his humble little dock, he used his long, bony arms to push himself up to a stand.

More people, then. Goody! As entertaining as everyone else has been so far, he was starting to wonder if they were the only ones who could find their way out of a paper bag -- or maybe the only other ones here, period. After waiting all this time, he was glad to see he was wrong, if only so he'd have more poor schmucks to play with in the future.

"About time," he grumbled as he wrapped his fingers around his ebony staff, peering at them with hollow eyes. He was still using Blondie Two's voice from earlier, but the beauty in that arrangement was that these guys probably had no idea he normally didn't sound like that. Now he really wished he had Cutie's voice.

"What's this?" He leaned forward, counting each person he saw. "One, two, three, four--oh, six of you now?

[its_the_mileage]

"Being rowed across a subterranean lake underneath a mental hospital by a smart-mouth skeleton? Doesn't get any better," Indy replied dryly, but as ridiculous as the situation was--and as wary as he was--he wasn't really complaining. They seemed to be getting somewhere here--although where was anyone's guess.

Maybe nowhere, he thought with a flicker of grimness as he glanced at the dark water and the dock receding into the blackness of the cave as they moved away. This could all be a wild goose chase. All they knew was that the military had seemed to want them to make progress down here. Indy had chased after a lot of myths in his life, but here there wasn't even that much of a promise that something he'd want would be waiting at the end of the journey.

It was a leap of faith, he told himself, redirecting his gaze toward the lanterns at the far side of the lake. If nothing else, it was as good a plan as any other he'd had.

"Should we start taking bets on what's on the other side?" he asked Dent after a minute.