Who: Q & Open (or Eames) Where: Somewhere along the shoreline What: Perplexed, Q is going to seek company and something to eat, because it's getting late in the day and he's a cranky puppy if he doesn't eat When: Wednesday, late morning Rating: Low for now. But potentially very British. Open: Kind of Status: open, ongoing
Q was not actually as disturbed by the current events as he thought he should be. And he thought he should probably be very disturbed. It wasn't often that one got kidnapped, even less so to an island that apparently existed out of time and space and rotated along on it's own odd little timeline. He had many questions about that, but they would have to wait until he was fed and watered, because it had almost been time for his tea break when he'd arrived and he hadn't managed to get on it, so now- well.
Fortunately there appeared to be a rather well developed technology system in place, which was strange considering the rest of the place was apparently completely run down and set on a beach or...there had been mentions of something about a beach and food. He didn't really know. He was just hopefully going to head towards the chap called Eames and whoever else was on the beach, and from there make some other plans.
It made him a little bit uncomfortable to think that he was so far away from London. To think that his projects would be sitting there stagnating whilst he was away. Even knowing (if he was to believe Mr. Tucker, and he found that he did) that time was not passing at home.
He paused on the edge of what appeared to be beach. He didn't particularly like sand. Or the ocean. Or many outdoorsy things. That he'd made it this far was actually a credit to him, though his mind had been rather too occupied to be as concerned with his surroundings. Still, down the shoreline he would need to go if he was to find any form of life and any form of help. Certainly no cup of tea, but he'd compromise.