AN: I just finshed my last final! To celebrate here's a new chapter.
Jumainji-seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Tim grabbed Lucas and pulled him over to a corner. A fallen table sat nearby providing some protection from the large cats.
"They look like they're playing with us." Tim watched as Lucas ripped his eyes away from where the commander and Tony fought for their lives.
"What?"
"The cats. They keep watching us like we're some sort of delicacy on the menu. It's like we're mice and they feel like playing with their food..."
"Breath." Tim took a large breath. "Ok. Maybe I should take my turn. Whatever comes out of the game could drive the cats away."
Tim looked at Lucas like he was crazy. Maybe they all were. That would explain a lot. "What if whatever comes out is worse?"
"I don't know. I just hate sitting here waiting to become cat food. I hate watching the commander and my roommate fight a large cat. I hate being helpless here. I need to do something." Tim watched as Lucas took his own advice, and a deep calming breath. "What if whatever comes out isn't as bad as a room full of cats? It's like what happens at the end of the game, we wont know until we get there."
"I'll get the game board. You stay here." Tim still thought this was dumb idea, but it just might work. He was with Lucas on this one sitting around was for the birds.
He poked his head out from behind the table. Most of the cats seemed to be only interested in watching the fight unfolding in the back of the room. He risked a glance in that direction. Tony was bleeding and Ford wasn't much better. They could hold on a little while longer but not much. Lucas was right this was their only chance.
Tim took a few steps away from the table. Some heads turned to watch him but none of the cats moved. A few more steps and he was almost there.
A scream ripped through the air, at the same time as a strange cackle sounded. Tim's head wiped around and he saw that a hyena had joined the fight. There wasn't much time left. Tim ran grabbed the board and ran back.
"Roll. Roll."
The dice clattered against the board. Lucas' token moved forwards five spaces. The inky center of the board swirled with a new message.
"Every month
At quarter moon,
There is a monsoon
In your lagoon."
***
"Dagwood, come help me with this." Wendy was exhausted. People were coming in with all sorts of injuries. Some she could handle, the majority she couldn't. The seaQuest wasn't stocked to treat snake bites, and only had limited resources to treat the numerous other wounds. The people tending to the wounded had already resorted to cutting up linen for bandages.
Wendy sighed. Dagwood had been a great help. The gentle giant was an excellent care giver and he didn't mind holding the hand of someone who she couldn't help. She really hated that. The ones she couldn't save, they just seemed like a failure on her part, like maybe there was something she could've done differently. She guessed that it was just a sign of how good a doctor she was.
Right now though she had to turn the guilty part of her brain off. There were people still alive that needed her help, and Dagwood was there to help those she couldn't.
***
"So you're saying that you tried to cheat and the game turned you into a monkey?" Ortiz asked. He was learning all sorts of new things about his captain today. And not just what he wore for boxers.
"Yes. Well, I thought it'd be better for everyone if the game was as short as possible. I just wanted it over with."
"And the fact that you would've won had nothing to do with it at all?"
"I... um.. Look we're here." Bridger was right they were here. Ortiz let it go for now because he was really looking forward to getting an Advil or something, the conversation was by no means over though.
Jim was just about passed out in the hall and really needed some help. Ortiz set him down on the floor just as the door opened.
Wendy stood there, took one look at Jim, and ushered them all inside.
"Smiley faces, sir?"
***
Ford hated this. He felt like the lion was only playing with him and Tony, like it could and would rip them in half if it wanted to. And that was before the hyena joined in. Now he just felt exhausted. The chair he was using as a weapon long since ceased looking like anything other than a lump of metal. Tony wasn't fareing much better. From where Ford stood he could see at least one major cut on him, probably from where the cat was mauling him after it dragged him from his chair. He knew that there had to be another from the hyena. He had heard Tony scream in pain.
They were losing and the hyena and lion knew it. It was only a matter of time before the creatures finished the two of them off.
Then the 'sky' opened up and it poured. Wind driven rain wiped around the room. Each drop of water hurt where it splattered against skin. Where they hit metal the rain made a noise. The room sounded like the inside of a tin can during a hurricane. Hell, the room had a hurricane in it.
It had been drilled into Ford that as a commanding officer that it was his responsibility to get everyone he could out of a dangerous situation. He knew Tony could make it out on his own and he caught a glimpse trough the blinding rain of Lucas and Tim making it out.
Deep in his mind, Ford made the connection that Lucas must have taken his turn. This thought was quickly forgotten as he waded through the now knee high water to the door. The whole room would be flooded shortly.
Ford followed behind Lucas and Tim as they made their way out of the rain and into a drier place. He eventually caught up with them. "Where's the game board?"
Tim looked at Lucas. Lucas looked at Tim. "Don't tell me. It's still back there."
"Where's Tony?" Lucas asked. Ford looked behind him. Sure enough there was no sign of ex-con.
"Oh, great. This is perfect. What else can go wrong?"
Suddenly the lights went out.
"That was a rhetorical question."
Jumainji-seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Tim grabbed Lucas and pulled him over to a corner. A fallen table sat nearby providing some protection from the large cats.
"They look like they're playing with us." Tim watched as Lucas ripped his eyes away from where the commander and Tony fought for their lives.
"What?"
"The cats. They keep watching us like we're some sort of delicacy on the menu. It's like we're mice and they feel like playing with their food..."
"Breath." Tim took a large breath. "Ok. Maybe I should take my turn. Whatever comes out of the game could drive the cats away."
Tim looked at Lucas like he was crazy. Maybe they all were. That would explain a lot. "What if whatever comes out is worse?"
"I don't know. I just hate sitting here waiting to become cat food. I hate watching the commander and my roommate fight a large cat. I hate being helpless here. I need to do something." Tim watched as Lucas took his own advice, and a deep calming breath. "What if whatever comes out isn't as bad as a room full of cats? It's like what happens at the end of the game, we wont know until we get there."
"I'll get the game board. You stay here." Tim still thought this was dumb idea, but it just might work. He was with Lucas on this one sitting around was for the birds.
He poked his head out from behind the table. Most of the cats seemed to be only interested in watching the fight unfolding in the back of the room. He risked a glance in that direction. Tony was bleeding and Ford wasn't much better. They could hold on a little while longer but not much. Lucas was right this was their only chance.
Tim took a few steps away from the table. Some heads turned to watch him but none of the cats moved. A few more steps and he was almost there.
A scream ripped through the air, at the same time as a strange cackle sounded. Tim's head wiped around and he saw that a hyena had joined the fight. There wasn't much time left. Tim ran grabbed the board and ran back.
"Roll. Roll."
The dice clattered against the board. Lucas' token moved forwards five spaces. The inky center of the board swirled with a new message.
"Every month
At quarter moon,
There is a monsoon
In your lagoon."
***
"Dagwood, come help me with this." Wendy was exhausted. People were coming in with all sorts of injuries. Some she could handle, the majority she couldn't. The seaQuest wasn't stocked to treat snake bites, and only had limited resources to treat the numerous other wounds. The people tending to the wounded had already resorted to cutting up linen for bandages.
Wendy sighed. Dagwood had been a great help. The gentle giant was an excellent care giver and he didn't mind holding the hand of someone who she couldn't help. She really hated that. The ones she couldn't save, they just seemed like a failure on her part, like maybe there was something she could've done differently. She guessed that it was just a sign of how good a doctor she was.
Right now though she had to turn the guilty part of her brain off. There were people still alive that needed her help, and Dagwood was there to help those she couldn't.
***
"So you're saying that you tried to cheat and the game turned you into a monkey?" Ortiz asked. He was learning all sorts of new things about his captain today. And not just what he wore for boxers.
"Yes. Well, I thought it'd be better for everyone if the game was as short as possible. I just wanted it over with."
"And the fact that you would've won had nothing to do with it at all?"
"I... um.. Look we're here." Bridger was right they were here. Ortiz let it go for now because he was really looking forward to getting an Advil or something, the conversation was by no means over though.
Jim was just about passed out in the hall and really needed some help. Ortiz set him down on the floor just as the door opened.
Wendy stood there, took one look at Jim, and ushered them all inside.
"Smiley faces, sir?"
***
Ford hated this. He felt like the lion was only playing with him and Tony, like it could and would rip them in half if it wanted to. And that was before the hyena joined in. Now he just felt exhausted. The chair he was using as a weapon long since ceased looking like anything other than a lump of metal. Tony wasn't fareing much better. From where Ford stood he could see at least one major cut on him, probably from where the cat was mauling him after it dragged him from his chair. He knew that there had to be another from the hyena. He had heard Tony scream in pain.
They were losing and the hyena and lion knew it. It was only a matter of time before the creatures finished the two of them off.
Then the 'sky' opened up and it poured. Wind driven rain wiped around the room. Each drop of water hurt where it splattered against skin. Where they hit metal the rain made a noise. The room sounded like the inside of a tin can during a hurricane. Hell, the room had a hurricane in it.
It had been drilled into Ford that as a commanding officer that it was his responsibility to get everyone he could out of a dangerous situation. He knew Tony could make it out on his own and he caught a glimpse trough the blinding rain of Lucas and Tim making it out.
Deep in his mind, Ford made the connection that Lucas must have taken his turn. This thought was quickly forgotten as he waded through the now knee high water to the door. The whole room would be flooded shortly.
Ford followed behind Lucas and Tim as they made their way out of the rain and into a drier place. He eventually caught up with them. "Where's the game board?"
Tim looked at Lucas. Lucas looked at Tim. "Don't tell me. It's still back there."
"Where's Tony?" Lucas asked. Ford looked behind him. Sure enough there was no sign of ex-con.
"Oh, great. This is perfect. What else can go wrong?"
Suddenly the lights went out.
"That was a rhetorical question."