Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 10:39:56 GMT -8
Scott felt himself release the slight tension he'd been holding his body under since the rain started now that it had stopped. It seemed that wishing ones self out of this place wasn't the answer to the riddle.
Another possibility began to appear in the deep dark recesses of his mind, but before he could ponder on it for too long, Kealan began to give the group orders.
Hireen...Waste disposal. At the very least, a large bush to hide behind."
Scott wasn't sure which unsettled him more, the grin or the fact that he'd been given the waste job. 'Places change, but the job remains the same,' he thought. Closing his eye briefly he allowed the image of an old outhouse appear, brick built with a solid wooden door. To top it off, he then imagined the large green bush that had been so eloquently asked for. He even remembered to add the loo roll hanging inside next to the toilet itself. A quick check inside, a swift pull of the chain hanging above and a grin as flushing water appeared.
Exiting the little building, he crossed to the Captain, feeling the warmth of the fire against the slight chill that he attributed to being wet after the rain. “There is an alternative we might consider Captain,” he lowered his voice somewhat, “I would prefer to attempt it with a medical officer nearby.” Resuming his normal voice he continued to explain his next hypothesis. “Seeing as this place seems so tapped into our thoughts we might consider finding away to prevent ourselves from thinking, perhaps through unconsciousness or some sort of coma.” Scott shuffled his feet slightly, “it's a risky proposition given the little that we know of this place, but it's an option that we shouldn't ignore.”
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Another possibility began to appear in the deep dark recesses of his mind, but before he could ponder on it for too long, Kealan began to give the group orders.
Hireen...Waste disposal. At the very least, a large bush to hide behind."
Scott wasn't sure which unsettled him more, the grin or the fact that he'd been given the waste job. 'Places change, but the job remains the same,' he thought. Closing his eye briefly he allowed the image of an old outhouse appear, brick built with a solid wooden door. To top it off, he then imagined the large green bush that had been so eloquently asked for. He even remembered to add the loo roll hanging inside next to the toilet itself. A quick check inside, a swift pull of the chain hanging above and a grin as flushing water appeared.
Exiting the little building, he crossed to the Captain, feeling the warmth of the fire against the slight chill that he attributed to being wet after the rain. “There is an alternative we might consider Captain,” he lowered his voice somewhat, “I would prefer to attempt it with a medical officer nearby.” Resuming his normal voice he continued to explain his next hypothesis. “Seeing as this place seems so tapped into our thoughts we might consider finding away to prevent ourselves from thinking, perhaps through unconsciousness or some sort of coma.” Scott shuffled his feet slightly, “it's a risky proposition given the little that we know of this place, but it's an option that we shouldn't ignore.”
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