RP prompt: oncoming_storms 35.4

[marthajonesmd]

You've heard reports from the locals that Bigfoot is in the area. Or possibly it's a panther escaped from the local zoo. Although you're on your own, you find someone else has heard the same rumours and is also investigating.

"Bigfoot," Martha mutters under her breath, pushing her way through the brush. "You don't get bloody Yetis in Scotland."

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[shot_my_shoes]

Harry's well-prepared for winter in Scotland. Although possibly too well-prepared because his rucksack is starting to weigh him down and all the layers he's wearing are making him really hot. He has no intention of stopping, though, given the reports he's heard of Bigfoot in the area. With everything he's seen over the years he's not sure whether he believes them, but he can't just leave it alone.

The wind tries to whisk his map out of his hands, and when you're wearing thick gloves that's quite easy. Holding onto it is harder and means Harry's not quite looking where he's going.

"Oof," he says, as he unexpectedly walks into someone else. Quickly, he gets a better grip on the map and takes a step backwards. "Terribly sorry, didn't see you there."

[marthajonesmd]

Martha squeaks in surprise; she really didn't think there was anybody else out here, at least not this deep in the woods - except for the imaginary Bigfoot, of course, but the man in front of her doesn't exactly look like Bigfoot. For one thing, he's not hairy enough.

"Er," she says, proving that she's quite eloquent. "Hello there." She wonders what he's doing out here, and why anybody in their right mind would be out in a forest in the middle of winter in Scotland.

[rude_not_ginger]

And cue the skinny bloke with the big hair and the blue suit running past them, looking down at an oddly-shaped scanner in his hand. He gets a good twenty feet past them when he stops suddenly and spins around.

"Harry! Martha! My two favorite UNIT doctors!" And cue the wide, obnoxious grin.

[shot_my_shoes]

Harry gets as far as opening his mouth before he being interrupted. Upon turning round, he peers over at the man who knows him. Harry's sure he's never met him before in his life, but that grin looks remarkably familiar.

"Doctor," he guessed, folding his arms. Well, as much as it's possible with a big thick coat on without crumpling the map any more than it already is.