Respite for the Soul.

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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby Tavey » Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:29 pm

"Ring's mine when we can breathe again!" yelled Derowen.

The pod shifted and was abruptly flung out of Camelot. Wen's head slammed back against the headrest of the bucket seat she was strapped into.

All she could do for the next few minutes was grit teeth, hang on and try not to be squeezed out of the five point harness strapping her in. Grateful as she was, there was part of her that knew that she would have bruises in strap like places when she was able to get out of this thing.

“One minute sixty nine seconds until interception with reality wave...One minute sixty eight seconds....”

The voice reminded her of something that she found stupidly funny. All the stress and emotional turmoil of the last few days bubbled out of her. Wen began to laugh.

Brock forced his head around to look at her. "Joke?" he yelled.

"Infinity drive!" she yelled back. "Or whatever it's called!"

"You're mad" Brock began to laugh as well. The countdown to interception with reality wave beginning to sound very similar to a certain engine on board the Heart of Gold.

"Better than a bowl of petunias!" She retorted.

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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby Quin » Sat Apr 10, 2010 2:11 am

"Or a whale," Quin said. "I always felt sorry for the whale. Life just didn't treat it in the way an endangered species should be treated."

He was going to have bruises in some very interesting places. At least he no longer had anyone waiting at home that he would have to explain them to. That would have been one awkward conversation the make-up sex would have been good though. He felt a tiny pang of remorse for what might have been. Quin was realistic, a normal life with a wife and 2.5 nippers and a labrador was never on the cards for him.
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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby Foxy » Sun Apr 11, 2010 1:10 pm

"Infinity drive!" she yelled back. "Or whatever it's called!"

"Infinite improbability..." Grace corrected her, teeth gritted as the whole structure shook due to the insane forces at work. "Lord knows, I could do with a Pangalactic GargleBlaster right now..."

Although she sounded like she was joking, it was heartfelt. She was uncomfortably sober right now. A nice protective layer of alcohol would have cushioned her from the buffeting and the shadows flickering at the edge of her vision like knives.
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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby Tavey » Mon Apr 12, 2010 2:20 am

"That's the one!" Derowen yelled back.

She continued to laugh at the thought though the sound had an odd crack to it, as the grief of losing John Smith began to sink in. Tears rolledl down her face. Unable to hide them in a show of fury or one of her infamous tantrums, she had to let the others see how deeply she was feeling the loss.

"When we get back, big drinks! Very very very big drinks!" She called over to Grace. "I want not to think for a while."

The pod suddenly seemed to pick up speed. All of them were flattened back into their seats as it was flung about by the forces outside.

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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby KerriganMorgan » Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:16 pm

"I don't think all the drinks in the world will cover this up." Eve replied as the forces pushed him back against his seat, like a centrifuge without the spinning. How could anyone believe he'd experienced this sober? When they returned home, would it still be home? Who knew what happened while Ten was in this dimension. The world could have exploded. Or maybe John’s calculations were off, and they’d be sent back in time to the era of Camelot, which apparently existed. Finally he just closed his eyes, and hoped they wouldn’t die trying to get back home.
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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby KendleRJ » Mon Apr 12, 2010 1:58 pm

"Well," said Punkin, "I vote Quin as Ford Prefect. Perhaps from a different planet, but always prepared." Twisting her lips a little before she wanted to hurl, she said, "And the indomitable Zaphod Beeblebrox... I vote Wen. There's none of us so far as had two heads knocking around together inside... with or without alcohol."

The tears weren't lost on her, the pain of loss and leaving was hard to ignore. Without even knowing John Smith that much or that long, the closeness between them wasn't hard to miss. 'Yes,' she thought, 'I didn't miss much on that front.' Eyeing Fred, she smiled a little to herself. Nope. Not much at all. After all, when an image is captured on satellite, it's not so much subtle as hard to miss.

Taking a deep breath, she figured that Double 0 was probably right. In the immortal words of The Bowler, "There isn't enough beer in the world." But there wasn't any harm in trying to hit a happy middling...

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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby Jake Sjet » Thu Apr 15, 2010 4:31 pm

A few minutes later...and 6 months to some...

Fire crews had already been putting out the fires of the small industrial area and some of the surrounding suburbs when the now battered and beaten pod appeared to fly up and out of the ground with the force of a bomb going off underneath it. The sudden double clap of a sonic boom flattened what remained standing in the small acre of Hells real-estate, sending one fire truck soaring back like a child’s toy tossed across a table as the wave of pressure rolled over it. No one else was hurt, as a rapidly deployed task force combining the British Army and a detachment of specialists from UNIT had cleared everyone back from the area of effect of the dimension rift. They'd been there for a few days, watching as first the warehouse exploded, and then a stream of silver spheres had flown through.

Sufficed to say, the UK was asking for all the help it could get. Even from the French.

The pod rose high into the air, seemingly throwing up a finger to gravity as it travelled at near escape velocity. It was only as it neared the very edge of space, slipping into low Earth orbit, that the pod began to give its battered, but alive, passengers a few options.

A large glowing representation of planet Earth appeared before them, showing a blinking red line racing away from the United Kingdom, arcing up over France and part of Norway, and hurtling steadily across the Russian Federation. A smaller blue line raced in front of it, showing them their course and the supposed end point of their destination, somewhere in the home counties of the Midlands, in England.

“Select destination.” A androgynous voice asked “ETA at current course and speed, 30 minutes. Threat analysis of local population centres, low. Detection level, high, due to speed and thermal signature. Would you like a more detailed report on destination and threat vectors?”

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Re: Respite for the Soul.

Postby Tavey » Thu Apr 15, 2010 7:01 pm

“Select destination.” A androgynous voice asked “ETA at current course and speed, 30 minutes. Threat analysis of local population centres, low. Detection level, high, due to speed and thermal signature. Would you like a more detailed report on destination and threat vectors?”

Derowen thought quickly, going through all the possible locations that they could land without causing more damage than they would already.

Bognor Regis.. well.. yes the Big Boy was there... London was out. So were the other natural locations - Glasgow, Cardiff.. She finally settled on a location that wouldn't do Brock any good, but was far enough away from London to be effective, and close enough to some equipment that they could find out what was happening.

"Destination Weston Patrick." She said firmly. Brock immediately looked up at her, fury etched on his face. "Specifically, the fields to the North of the village."

"Destination accepted." the voice stated. "ETA Twenty eight minutes and thirty seconds."

Wen looked at Brock. "I am so sorry." she finally managed to say. "It's the only logical place for us to go. Far enough away from London not to attract more attention than we need. Hell, out there, someone will think it's a crop circle in the making."

TAG - All.

((OOC - remember the sleepy village with the tunnels? Where we started waaaaaay back at the beginning of this? That's where we are going to land.))
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