✈ day one hundred and eighty six, video & spam

[diealone]

[Just before setting off into port, you're being treated to another public service announcement, courtesy of the angry inmate doctor.

For the first time in what's probably a couple weeks, Jack isn't wearing scrubs or a lab coat when he turns on the video feed, but he's still in the infirmary. He's just in the process of slinging a backpack over his shoulder and apparently getting ready to leave.]

I know I'm not the first person to say it, but trust me - pack before you go running off into the woods by yourself. Bandages, plenty of water, food, something to build a fire, all of it. We have no idea how long we're going to be here, and you run out of things faster than you think you will.

If you get hurt and don't have any first aid experience, get in touch with me or one of the other doctors. Don't try to pull anything out of a puncture wound unless it's basically a sliver, I don't care what you saw in a movie about needing to dig a bullet out, and don't eat anything you don't recognize. [Which he feels like should go without saying, but considering some of the stuff he's seen people do here... yeah, going to say it anyway.]

Stay smart and stay safe. See you guys back here in a couple days.

[Spam for Scott]

[Jack hadn't asked too many questions about why Scott had seemed relatively insistent on hanging out with him versus doing... anything else. The doctor might not like being an inmate - and probably never will - but he's definitely become fond of his warden, and there are definitely worse ways to spend the next couple days than hiking around in the woods with him.

Really, he probably could have been saddled with just about anyone, and he'd probably still be having a nice couple days ahead of him. He's missed this. Missed it a lot, actually, so even if this planet isn't anything close to the Island, it's still nice to off the Barge and away from his old apartment and the infirmary and everything else, and part of him almost wishes he didn't have to go back.

Almost, but being here forever isn't where he needs to be, so here we are.

They've been walking for a while in silence, and while that's fine, Scott definitely seems a little... off. Not quite sullen, not quite unspeakably upset, but off, and after a while, it's not something he feels like he can get away totally ignoring.]

If you're getting tired, we can stop and have lunch. [Or you can talk about what's bugging you? Either way.]

Comments

[dinosize]

Months?

I suppose it's silly to ask about transponders.

[diealone]

Probably. My universe seems pretty boring compared to the rest of yours, technology wise.

[dinosize]

I'm from 2007. Airplanes usually have beacons. And radios.

[diealone]

We crashed in 2004. Six hours into the flight, our radio went out. The pilots turned around to try and land in Fiji, but we hit turbulence and went down. I went looking for the cockpit with two of the other survivors, found the pilot and the transceiver, but the only person who knows anything about radios or sending out distress signals couldn't get a signal out because it was being blocked by one being broadcasted from the island. Eventually it ran out of batteries.

[dinosize]

Tough luck.

[diealone]

[Jack shrugs.]

We survived.

[But yeah. It sucked.]

[dinosize]

Well, my background is in evolutionary history, and athletics. I was a fencing and shooting champion. After that, a lab technician, and a specialist in tracking rare animal specimens. Most anything outdoors, I've done at least once. You get a lot of sprained ankles and broken bones, minor cases of frostbite, idiots cutting open their hands. Bites, stings, scratches.

[diealone]

What kind of animals?

[dinosize]

I'm flexible.

[diealone]

Maybe you'll get lucky with this port.

[dinosize]

Lucky would be no bears, raptors, sabretooths, or otherwise large, fast predators.

[diealone]

[... Wait.]

You've never been to Jurassic Park, have you?

[Asked in that sort of way where it sounds like he's not sure if he wants the answer to be yes or no, in a sort of funny way. After all, he's met Captain America.]

[dinosize]

From the movie?

No.

I have come face to face with a raptor.

[diealone]

You mind if I ask how?

[dinosize]

Anomalies. They started appearing, started bringing creatures from distant times into the present.

[ Notice how he doesn't just say from the past. ]

[diealone]

So, not just dinosaurs.

[dinosize]

No.

[ Not just dinosaurs. ]