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[curseshit]

Moss, moss, everywhere. Luckily the terrain is getting smoother, no more sharp rocks underneath the green moss, waiting to break your ankles. The forest looks like no one has been here for ages. No B&B for you. The good news is that the animals don't fear humans and you should have no problem catching yourself some dinner.

[ mission: camp, try not to die, etc. ]

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[crossmyhearts]

Doctor! A doctor meets the Doctor. Or the Doctor meets a doctor, that works too.

[well this guy here isn't a fan of ranks either, honestly. and he just likes smart people. as long as they're not smarter than him

or archaeologists.]

[oh he's just going to love you, daniel.]

I might just stick to Daniel for now. And we'll see you when we get out of here.

[armedarchaeologist]

A...h.

[open-mouthed staring at his radio. this guy. if the others give daniel shit for talking too much, he can only imagine how much they must like this guy.

ok, daniel kind of likes this guy.]

Or that— Yeah, that. Daniel's good. See you guys soon.

[radio off.]

[recurred]

[closes wristcom and turns to look up at him]

So what's the plan? [you never have plans why am I even asking]

[crossmyhearts]

The plan! Plan. My plan. [good thing you ask clara because he has the perfect plan and his perfect plan is he will do whatever comes to mind and see what happens.]

[bright side is there's no 'right way' for this plan to unfold so there shouldn't be a possibility for this to go so very very wrong.]

My plan... [feels around the edges of one stone in the wall] ... is to... [touches the next one, and another one, down a row until he finds one that seems to please him, and he grins] ... do this!!

[the stone is a button

and he just clicked it]

[forestcrap]

[stone shuffling of the slowest measures]

[but eventually the wall opens up to a staircase with a brief light pouring in from the top]

[recurred]

Good one.

[what i knew that was there....]

[calms down the impressed eyebrows and starts heading up them]

[crossmyhearts]

[that was... slightly disappointing and definitely anti-climatic. he could almost hear the catchy orchestra tune playing in the background.]

[still, he smiles at her and climbs up the stairs too.] Told you this was a great idea.

[recurred]

[you tried, doctor]

Definitely better sitting and sulking at camp all night. [in that breathless sort of nonchalance. but not really nonchalant. ever so often remembering what she'd just ran away from before bumping in to help save him from the moss]

[reaches the top of the stairs and puts her hands on hips as they stand in a new chamber. more foliage and vines and a bit of moss pouring in from the top. three directions to choose from, but none of them telling to which is the best choice. they all look the same.]

[crossmyhearts]

[stares at their three options, grumbles a little.] Absolutely unnecessary. [and yet he's loving it.]

[points screwdriver at each of the ways in turn, lifting it vertically as if he's reading some sort of information from it.]

Right then, this way! [goes for the middle one when the screwdriver starts to beep all wrong.] No, sorry! My mistake! I meant this way. [turns left.]

[recurred]

[backs up when he backs up and toddles behind him as per usual. looking at the screwdriver a moment, as if she's thinking about asking about it, but doesn't. no wait she totally will]

What does it read? [looks back at the other hall as they're walking] What like, bad air?

[there's like 3 buttons on that thing how does it worrrrk]

[crossmyhearts]

It can read anything, like air pressure or trace electronic devices and any other jiggly woggly thingamajigs that might be around.

[you click the buttons and that's it that's how it works]

It can read people too. Well, not just people, pretty much any life form in the universe.

[forestcrap]

[there's a slow rumble beneath your feet much like what daniel heard earlier, except it's not constant, it seems to hitch every ten seconds like a loop]

[recurred]

[shit, did they step on something again? no it seems to be more gradual, they probably have just walked under it.

Feels more like a jiggly wiggly thingamajig to me.

[crossmyhearts]

[points the thingamajig to the ground when the rumble starts again.]

Now you're getting it. [glances at her briefly] Except you can call it a screwdriver too, it's a little easier to pronounce.

[recurred]

I was talking about the noise.

[she knows what it's called. she's just being a dick.]

[forestcrap]

[readings come back as some door mechanism that's been damaged. it's stuck on a loop now, trying so very hard to function properly, but things have gone awry]