Paging Doctor Reid...paging Doctor Reid....
Mangos eaten: hundreds (v.g. as are source of vitamin C), No. of times recoiled at thought of episiotomy on island: approx. 5,332 (v.b.), No. of days since seen Elliot: almost one month. How many days is that? twenty seven? Either way, is v.b.
Bridget couldn't find Elliot, and to be honest, it was beginning to bother her. When Elliot hadn't been at the ball, Bridget had simply assumed that she was off somewhere shagging her evil machine boyfriend in the jungle or similar. But now it had been at least another week or two.
She had checked the compound-- twice-- including the clinic, and had even gone down to where Elliot and Smith's teepee used to be, hoping that perhaps, they had found the time to rebuild it.
No luck whatsoever.
Really, these weren't the sorts of things that she should be worrying about-- her friends suddenly dissapearing without warning. At least now that she had seen Toby around, she was worrying less about people dissapearing, but it wasn't entirely like Elliot to just...completely dissapear.
Bridget retreated to the rec room and sunk down onto one of the couches, trying not to think the worst.
[ooc: For the curious ones, Bridget's at almost four months now. So she's probably looking something like this now. Hoping for Jim, Smith and possibly Faramir to tag, but open to all, as always. ♥]
Bridget couldn't find Elliot, and to be honest, it was beginning to bother her. When Elliot hadn't been at the ball, Bridget had simply assumed that she was off somewhere shagging her evil machine boyfriend in the jungle or similar. But now it had been at least another week or two.
She had checked the compound-- twice-- including the clinic, and had even gone down to where Elliot and Smith's teepee used to be, hoping that perhaps, they had found the time to rebuild it.
No luck whatsoever.
Really, these weren't the sorts of things that she should be worrying about-- her friends suddenly dissapearing without warning. At least now that she had seen Toby around, she was worrying less about people dissapearing, but it wasn't entirely like Elliot to just...completely dissapear.
Bridget retreated to the rec room and sunk down onto one of the couches, trying not to think the worst.
[ooc: For the curious ones, Bridget's at almost four months now. So she's probably looking something like this now. Hoping for Jim, Smith and possibly Faramir to tag, but open to all, as always. ♥]