Dr Dylan Keogh (drhatesu) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-12-10 00:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, sunila montrose |
Who? Dylan and open
Where? The beach
When? Backdated to the day he arrived
What? Arrival
Rating? TBD
Open? Yep
Dylan was staggered and automatically assumed he'd had some form of head injury. Going from the shell of a crashed tourist coach in a shopping centre to a tropical beach was impossible, whatever some voice on the hospital frequency said. He had to be injured. He refused to believe he was dead. This wasn’t how death worked, was it?
All he really knew was that he was incredibly hot in his off site gear and he was needed elsewhere. If he was, by crazy chance, where the bowie quoting girl said he was, was it safe. Stood on a broad strip of sand in bright green reflective gear was useful in what he'd just left, but hardly helped him to blend in. A six foot tall broad bearded ginger man in a hard hat and a medical bag wasn't made to fit in anywhere, that was the point. But if he was in hostile territory it wasn't good. Sam had taught him a lot but right now ‘blend in’ seemed the most important lesson.