Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-11-09 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 11, jaime davies, lily evans, tyler simms |
RP: Sees a Boat
Characters: Jaime, Lily, Tyler, NPCs
Time/Date: Wednesday, 8 AM
Location: Beach
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: There's a boat!
Status: Complete
Jaime tipped her chin up to regard the mostly cloudless sky before she shifted her attention to where Lily and Tyler were knee-deep in the water, peering down toward the fishes swimming lazily there. Jaime rolled the net between her hands, waiting for the first splashes that would indicate she should go net up their breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Whatever. They'd been doing all right so far. Sure, everyone was a little hungry, but no one was starving to death, so ... it was sort of a win-win situation.
She knew some of the others were hunting in the jungle. She'd heard periodic gun shots yesterday, and someone had bagged a small deer-like thing. They'd had a hell of an adventure figuring out how to clean it, but they'd managed well enough to at least get some meat off of it. It was a nice break from the fish, after all.
Now, at least, they were approaching the halfway mark of the week, because if this followed the pattern they'd have ...
Jaime's thoughts where interrupted when she caught sight of something looming on the horizon. "Holy shit you guys!" Jaime cried out. She pointed wordlessly, and she heard Lily's gasp and Tyler's strangled exclamation. "I'm not just seeing that, right? There's really a giant fucking cruise ship heading our way?"
Lily's laughter was answer enough, and Jaime pulled out her Blackberry to put up something on the network to let people know something was happening. Message sent, she watched as the boat approached and ... stopped. As she saw people dropping a smaller boat over the side to row to the island.
She stepped up to join Lily and Tyler, and was struck by the irony of it being the three of them together who saw the ship first. Who happened to be out here to greet the people stepping out of the small boat and wading over toward them.
There was a babble of conversation, people coming out of the hotel to see what the fuss was, to see if it was real. Fishing was all but forgotten as she heard Lily explaining what was going on, watched the people nodding like they knew, gesturing to the boat, promising them a way home.
A way home.
Jaime felt a queer, twisting pinch of emotions just then, and she covered her mouth as she squinched her eyes closed. Home didn't have Mal. Home had John and school and a war mounting between the mutants. Home ... didn't have experiments and torture and the threat of starvation, but home didn't have Mal either. She swept her blue eyes to Lily, and when she caught the witch's eyes, she knew Lily was thinking the same thing. Jaime bit down hard on her lower lip, shaking her head slightly ... but she wouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe ... maybe there was a way, something they could do to work this out.
Maybe.
And if there wasn't, she'd have to say a very, very thorough good-bye on the ship.
Turning away, she started back to the hotel. She didn't have a lot of things, but what little she did have here, she wanted to bring home. Or ... if it worked out that way ... to Mal's home. If only, if only.