Clyde Bailey/ Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (couldtakeweeks) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-07-17 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | clyde bailey, parker smith |
Who: Clyde Bailey & Parker Smith
What: A good random ride
When: Is time really important when a Tardis is involved?
Where: Tardis, London, England
Warnings: Remains to be seen, will update.
Clyde had just finished redoing the upholstery on a fine Heavy Chevy convertible, and Scotty was more than nudging him to take a trip. The engineer didn't care where, just as long as it was out of Shreveport and definitely by MTN. Clyde had no trouble giving in; the shipment from Joe had yet to arrive, and they, Clyde and Scotty, were having some trouble getting a much needed warehouse to work in; so, Clyde had no trouble giving into the nudges.
Clyde got cleaned up; he'd been out in the heat get the car ready for the buyer. He liked it when he already had a buyer set up for his projects before he finished them; Scotty didn't always like it because Clyde was sometimes good at spending the money before he had it in hand. Well, it didn't matter. They had a little money; they actually had a passport, something Clyde got just to shut Scotty up (truthfully, Clyde liked having it, it meant he might go out of the country, other than Mexico). He'd pulled on a nice pair of jeans and a button up that wasn't too heavy; it was summer in most countries after all.
With everything in check, he headed to the nearest MTN in a small Agency office in downtown Shreveport. It didn't look like much; not as bright and shiny as LA's, but he wasn't going to complain. It had what he wanted, a way out. He didn't give a place; just asked that it was somewhere foreign, and in another hemisphere, where it was summer.
The ride shouldn't be bad; it shouldn't be long either. The trip to and from LA had been a breeze, but this time something was wrong. His brows furrowed as he saw electricity arc over his body; yeah, this was definitely not like the last time. Bad feed back? Poorly functioning transistors, couplings? Scotty's mind and maybe Clyde's a little too raced through possible reasons for malfunctioning. Neither of them realizing they just might be on the verge of explosion, or implosion, or disintegration; neither worried about death, but about how to fix the problem.
Clyde thought he'd gone blind for a moment, the electricity having flared so brightly before it died quickly out. The lack of light was as bad as too much, and he blinked wide eyed in attempts to get his sight back to normal.
"Well, that hurt like a motherfucker." It had; like someone was shocking him with a very highly amped tazer. "Least we're not dead." He didn't know he might not still be in Shreveport; his eye sight hadn't gotten quite back to registering things beyond shadows and blobs.