Black Rock, Nevada; early Wednesday afternoon

[mparkerceo]

Parker was standing on top of Dave the Teal Dear van, and frowning. "Crap."

The clouds gathering on the horizon were very, very dark, very very thick, and oh yes, shooting out forks of lightening that looked like they could take out the average power transformer*, never mind the generators around Camp Voodoo.

*not to be confused with anyone

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[cantgetnorelief]

Anders wandered over toward Dave, a still-steaming Cup O'Noodles container in hand (he'd traded a short drabble about nameless baseball players, scrawled onto the back of an old J,GoB receipt, for it) and a slight frown on his face. "This is fun, right?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker grimaced down at him, then bent down and slid off Dave over the windshield. "Well, it was, until la tormenta rolled in. Grab anything loose and get it in Dave, 'cause the dust storm that goes with this is going to make that TV movie about twisters look like a vacuum cleaner."

[cantgetnorelief]

He groaned and set the Cup O'Noodles on the running board, sprinting off to grab his backpack. "If I get killed in a tornado Bel and Phoebe are gonna kill me," Anders declared as he returned, and no, he didn't think it was all that redundant in this case.

[mparkerceo]

A rumble of thunder rolled overhead like a kettle-drum, and Parker called back, "It shouldn't last long! And I'll give you an alibi for dying here." She grinned as she started to break down the solar shower set-up. "I'll tell them you were in Vegas. Really."

Several Burners were rushing around, tacking down tents, or pulling up awnings, but a couple nearby were just standing there, gaping at the oncoming storm.*

*No relation to any Time Lords.