OOM: Making Tracks, Part 2: Dodge This

[blueshifted]

It's nighttime now, though you wouldn't know it. The eerie glow of the superportal lights up the entire area--a constant reminder that while they're shielded enough from any portal storms, they're also sitting ducks for anything tramping through this area

Comments

[smelltheashes]

The others know it, which is why they're doing everything they can to get the train working again. None of their attempted repairs are working, though. not enough to get the damn thing to move.

There is a quietly growing sentiment among the little rebel group that they're going to need to radio for help, but there's no one willing to make that call without permission- and there's very few willing to consider waking Barney up just at the moment.

[blueshifted]

It's a paradox: if Barney could tell them to wake him up, he would.

As it stands, he's asleep... and the clock is ticking.

[smelltheashes]

Eventually there's a fit of hasty discussion, and a drawing of straws. An extremely unhappy-looking fellow with disheveled brown hair edges over to where Barney is sleeping. "Sir?" he whispers. Then, a little louder: "Mr. Calhoun?"

[blueshifted]

Barney shifts a little, the haze of sleep clearing away when he hears his name being called. "Eh? Whaddayanee?"