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ol_yellow_eyes) wrote2010-11-06 12:36 pm
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OOMM: Data and River in London
[OOC: Continued from here.]
It had been going so well.
What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)
She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.
And that is how they ended up here.
Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"
It had been going so well.
What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)
She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.
And that is how they ended up here.
Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"
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She speaks in a hushed whisper. "Oh possibly this?" She digs her hand in her pocket and comes up with a filthy rag. It's quickly unwrapped to show a rub the size of an egg. "The Star of al Aziz. Stolen from the embassy two nights prior, never to be seen again. Alas." She flutters her eyelashes at him.
"I raided their stash before they could make the hand off. That's what they get for picking such a public spot, hmm?"
She flashes him a cheeky wink and stuffs the gem back in her pocket.
"Now, come on. We're not out of the woods yet. I think -- this way is north."
She's almost right?
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"Wait," Data grabs her arm-- gently, but firmly enough to keep her from moving. "You are not going to return it?"
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The echo of footsteps is getting closer and she's off again, dragging him along with her.
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"I do not intend to lecture you," he tells her, as they are running. "But it is my opinion that we should discuss this later."
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She's taken a wrong turn some where and has lost her bearings. She comes to a fork and decides quickly to take the right one. It's dropping a few inches every ten yards, but the footfalls don't seem to be getting any further distant.
There's a shout, soon answered by another voice, followed by the crack of a gun shot, the harsh report amplified by the hard stone. The shot ricochets off the cobbles, no where near hitting the mark, and River curses under her breath. "This way!"
The sound of running water gets louder.
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This particular tunnel might not be much better, however. The sound waves are getting absorbed towards the end, and that sounds like a lot of water...
Data feels a small burst of panic when he hears the gunshot. He takes note of the angle tries to adjust his position relative to River in such a way that he might be between her and the bullet if they should happen to be more accurate next time.
"They are gaining on us at a rate of .37 meters per second," Data notes, his voice just a slightly higher pitch than normal.
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She actually sounds like she's enjoying this.
"At least they're not Daleks!"
She is. She's definitely enjoying this.
She skids to a halt at the end of the tunnel, eyes on the foetid torrent of Thames water spewing from the grate down into the only egress, a ragged hole in the ground disappearing into darkness.
She looks back up at him, her green eyes flashing. "The river can't be too far. Maybe a few hundred yards?"
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He glances around at everything quickly, taking in all sides of the situation.
"What do you suggest?"
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"How are your circuits suited for a full immersion?"
She fumbles in her pocket for something, and comes up with a small silver device with a green light at the end.
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She holds it up and thumbs it to life, flipping through the settings like her life depended on it. Which it does, really. Something sings in the air around her face, and when she next speaks, the sound is somewhat muffled.
"Two minutes of air. On your mark!"
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He lets go of her hand when they hit the water, both because it will make swimming easier for her, and because he will probably sink a bit further than she will. He has perfected an internal flotation system, though, and should be able to maintain a similar bouyancy to her. The current should aid their progress.
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She tucks her hands and feet, a harsh gasp escaping her lips as the cold of the water shocks her system. Numb fingers claw at the tumult, and she can't see. She tries to keep her breathing under control, but it's no use, being hammered as she is on all sides by the massive weight of the torrent.
Something tears at her sleeve and she grips the sonic screwdriver even tighter, feeling her body spin and tumble. There's a harsh crack and her vision dims and goes black.
Captain Data, have one utterly unconscious time travelling archaeologist of dubious origins. At least she still has a minute of air remaining?
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Unfortunately, swimming while holding onto somone is significantly more difficult, and his progress will be slowed somewhat. He has to shield her several times from hitting the walls of the narrow tunnel they are in, when his attempts to fight the current are unable to keep him from knocking into the sides.
It takes more than one minute. River will be without air for a brief period of time.
He pulls her out of the water and onto the muddy riverbank. Without letting go of her waist, he brings his head to her chest to listen for fluid in her lungs. She seems to have swallowed a lot of water, but she still has a pulse.
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"Not as elegant an escape as -- I could hope for -- but -- effective..."
He'll notice she tucks the sonic screwdriver back in its holster at her waist.
"Now we really need a bath and a change of clothes."
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There is a slight smile playing on his lips as his voice trails off; he is relieved that she seems to be okay, that she is talking again. But he wonders-- a little anxiously-- if there is anything else he can do for her.
"Are you certain you are all right?" he asks. He needs her reassurance before he will let her get up.
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"My head is killing me," she confesses, looking a bit sheepish.
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"Perhaps you should rest a bit before attempting to stand," he says, almost like a question.
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"We need to get moving. They'll figure it out soon enough. Do you have some sort of mapping technology? I can give you -- oh -- coordinates. In case I, heaven forbid, lose consciousness again."
She really would like for that not to happen, please. Bad enough he's seen her with her hair all bedraggled, looking like something the cat dragged in.
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"You're not injured, are you?" Her voice is tinged with worry, and no small amount of chagrin, embarrassed for having waited so long to inquire.
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He adjusts to bring himself up to a kneeling position, still holding onto her. "Would you like help standing up?"
He is only asking to be polite-- he will help her whether she wants it or not.
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She laughs under her breath, and then winces, her eyes squinting shut. "I've stashed a medkit at the hotel. I think perhaps -- we shouldn't dawdle."
Understatement. If she really is concussed, she'll need medical attention right quick.
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He starts to help her walk, but he does mention, "I could simply carry you, if you prefer."
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She wraps a hand around his waist, looking up at him with a strange look in her eye.
"Just pretend that I've had too much to drink. We're not too far."
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