[Scott] Phoning Home
Who: Scott, Ami, NPCs Ripley, Sam Carter, Paul Forrester
When: Day 47, afternoon
Where: The root cave, NW of Camp Crash
Invited: NPC Sam Carter (Will eventually merge with Off Island: Meetings)
Status: Incomplete
An almost deja vu washed over Scott as he and his wife entered the root cave. A little over a month earlier he, Ripley, and Ami had come here to see if the co-locator would work. It had, and Scott was beyond grateful for the fleeting contact with his parents. Plus, he'd given Mom and Dad as much information as he could about the other survivors. They were working with Kevin and the other Tomorrow People to get them off of this god-forsaken island. If not for Ami's precognitive flashes and actually meeting his daughter(!), Scott would have doubted their chances of rescue. (Make the best of it,) Scott told himself.
/We are,/ Ami returned, squeezing his hand. The mother-of-pearl wedding band felt strange on his left hand, but in a good way. Thanks to their connection Scott knew that Ami was already used to the ring he'd made for her.
Scott shrugged off his backpack, pulled out the silvery co-locator, and strode to the middle of the cave. They may as well be ready to get started when Ripley arrived. She'd refused Ami's offer to teleport the three of them from camp. "And pass up the opportunity to tear through the jungle at top speed?" the xenomorph had laughed. Scott and Ami took the easy route. They didn't want their "Sunday best" -- the clothes they wore for their wedding ceremony an hour ago -- mussed and sweaty for when they told Mom and Dad the good news.
A soft thump and a wave of near-feral glee above them announced Ripley's arrival. "All's clear," she called through the tangle of roots and vines. "Ready when you are."
When: Day 47, afternoon
Where: The root cave, NW of Camp Crash
Invited: NPC Sam Carter (Will eventually merge with Off Island: Meetings)
Status: Incomplete
An almost deja vu washed over Scott as he and his wife entered the root cave. A little over a month earlier he, Ripley, and Ami had come here to see if the co-locator would work. It had, and Scott was beyond grateful for the fleeting contact with his parents. Plus, he'd given Mom and Dad as much information as he could about the other survivors. They were working with Kevin and the other Tomorrow People to get them off of this god-forsaken island. If not for Ami's precognitive flashes and actually meeting his daughter(!), Scott would have doubted their chances of rescue. (Make the best of it,) Scott told himself.
/We are,/ Ami returned, squeezing his hand. The mother-of-pearl wedding band felt strange on his left hand, but in a good way. Thanks to their connection Scott knew that Ami was already used to the ring he'd made for her.
Scott shrugged off his backpack, pulled out the silvery co-locator, and strode to the middle of the cave. They may as well be ready to get started when Ripley arrived. She'd refused Ami's offer to teleport the three of them from camp. "And pass up the opportunity to tear through the jungle at top speed?" the xenomorph had laughed. Scott and Ami took the easy route. They didn't want their "Sunday best" -- the clothes they wore for their wedding ceremony an hour ago -- mussed and sweaty for when they told Mom and Dad the good news.
A soft thump and a wave of near-feral glee above them announced Ripley's arrival. "All's clear," she called through the tangle of roots and vines. "Ready when you are."