Who: Calvin, Ari, and Carter When: at some point that makes sense for everyone involved, probably sometime next week since it's after Calvin's brush with poisoned cookies What: visions and an accident narrowly averted
OOC: I just went ahead and wrote because I'm in a writing mood, and I went with random stuff for setting etc., so if this doesn't work for anyone let me know and I will change it!
Calvin was still getting over the stomach ache from the cookies Gail had given him, and the shock that anyone would actually for real poison cookies. If he'd really thought that was more than a very remote possibility -- just enough to make it interesting and keep him from having to back down because he hated backing down -- he might not have talked so blithely about experiments, because being poisoned was completely miserable. Even more miserable than visions and the helpless misery of seeing what he apparently couldn't change. (Real Russian roulette at least didn't leave you around to think about what a mistake you'd made flirting with misery, hopelessness, and chance.)
It was so miserable that he was shocked that he hadn't seen it ahead of time too, something like that ought to be important enough. More evidence on the can't change what's seen side of the ledger (as if he needed it) because if he'd had any idea he'd have thrown the cookies at Gail and left.
But he'd figured out that walking seemed to help the stomach ache a little (except when it didn't) and late in the day, he thought he'd mostly walked it off, at the expense of being tired, still feeling a little weak, and the disheartening memory of throwing up in someone's flowerbed. He was ready to go home and lay down and let sleep take care of the rest, only unfortunately he'd ended up a few turns past knowing where the hell he was.
But he thought that if he turned at the next street...
He blinked and looked around, slow, confused, and completely disoriented, just in time to see Carter, who he vaguely knew and recognized as the island's moviemaker, stumble over something. He saw someone else nearby, but all his attention was on the expensive-looking camera as it started to drop. He lunged forward through the vision and out of it with a lurch.
"Who the hell cares?" he muttered to himself, recovering his balance but breathing hard. He definitely wasn't at his best today, and he had enough to worry about.
But by the time he turned the corner and actually saw Carter up ahead, he'd had time to remember being called on his behavior toward Brooke (which he hadn't considered anything but a funny conversation) by two people he considered friends -- and what would anyone think about this? He didn't have to be selfish and unthinking. Furthermore, any attempt to derail a vision was a good attempt. So instead he hurried forward, resisting the urge to call out -- that would probably just make Carter stumble and fulfill the vision.