Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - Camping

[not_mafia]

[After a long day of traveling over the hilly, grassy grounds of Nostos after a quick trip in the TARDIS, the sun is slowly starting to inch its way down to the horizon, the light catching on the clouds and making quite a spectacular sunset view. It's time to halt the traveling and rest the animals, get those tents pitched and crack out the canned foods. You're pretty deep into the Dead Zone, now, and stretched before you are rolling plains, with the only foliage being the golden grasses and some shrubbery. The air seems quite a bit warmer than it was in Paradisa as well. It is not an empty plains, though; buffalo roam the area, generally pretty tranquil as they graze on the grasses, sometimes lifting their heads to look curiously at the residents. Well. If they had eyes, that is.]

CAMPFIRE | TENTS | THE GROUNDS | THE BUFFALO

Comments

[hard_talker]

I say it is. I took the transport out to Mineas Well once, but I figure that doesn't count, since that thing's kinda like a magic elevator.

[kungfuwitch]

[She laughs]

I guess you could say that, yeah. What inspired you to come out this time, if I might ask?

[hard_talker]

Couple things. I mean, for one, this time there's something I might actually be able to do to help ...

[he paused, glancing toward the TARDIS as he unconsciously reached for the ball chain around his neck, where the TARDIS key hung unassumingly under his shirt]

... and the Doc asked me to come, too.

[kungfuwitch]

[She smiles, knowingly. She knows the allure of being invited to do something by the Doctor.]

Those are all good reasons. I'm glad you came, Mark.

[hard_talker]

Me, too. ... I just hope I actually am able to do somethin' to help.

[kungfuwitch]

[She reaches out to touch his arm]

I'm sure you will, Mark.