[ Traveling from Milton to Lakeside in the midst of a fog that likes to suffocate and occasionally burn anyone caught in it probably wasn't the smartest idea, but Daisy's a hero and they aren't always known for making the smart decisions. When so many had made the first journey to the resort, she'd stayed behind out of concern for those left behind, but also fear that her powers might suddenly return and put others in danger. An earthquake in a mining tunnel would be a recipe for nothing short of disaster, after all. But now that she knows how unlikely that is to happen...
Well, she's never been able to stay in one place for long, and she could really use the distraction from how much she really misses computers that work. And the internet — fuck, she misses the internet. The only work she can throw herself into without it is trying to gather as much information as she can about this place, so that might as well include Lakeside.
As she nears what feels like the thirtieth hour of traveling and finally makes it to her destination, the fog begins to swoop in again, the previously clear day quickly becoming a distant memory. ]
Oh, hell no. [ Pinpointing a building in the distance, she makes a run for it, though the fog moves faster and she's gasping for air by the time she flings herself through the front door. There's a man inside, an arrival from last month she'd never properly met, and as she leans against the nearest wall, she shakes her head. ]
I'm okay. [ Just a little winded. Shrugging off the stuffed-full purple backpack she carries everywhere, she pulls down the grey scarf from over her mouth, tucking it back into her ugly plaid coat before giving him a slightly skeptical look. ] The Doctor? That's a title, not a qualification.
two —
Well, she's never been able to stay in one place for long, and she could really use the distraction from how much she really misses computers that work. And the internet — fuck, she misses the internet. The only work she can throw herself into without it is trying to gather as much information as she can about this place, so that might as well include Lakeside.
As she nears what feels like the thirtieth hour of traveling and finally makes it to her destination, the fog begins to swoop in again, the previously clear day quickly becoming a distant memory. ]
Oh, hell no. [ Pinpointing a building in the distance, she makes a run for it, though the fog moves faster and she's gasping for air by the time she flings herself through the front door. There's a man inside, an arrival from last month she'd never properly met, and as she leans against the nearest wall, she shakes her head. ]
I'm okay. [ Just a little winded. Shrugging off the stuffed-full purple backpack she carries everywhere, she pulls down the grey scarf from over her mouth, tucking it back into her ugly plaid coat before giving him a slightly skeptical look. ] The Doctor? That's a title, not a qualification.