[006]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies arrives lying on the ground somewhere in the middle of the Plane. she's breathing hard, looking rather horrified and a little pale. she quickly sits up, looking down at herself in apparent confusion. then she starts to pat herself down, as though checking for injuries] All right... No gunshot. Fine now, then. Sure.

[taking a deep breath, she pulls herself to her feet, still looking completely frazzled. after a moment's thought, she takes hold of the ID badge that hangs around her neck. pulling it out, she briskly runs the edge of it along the back of one her hands, creating a small cut. she winces but watches with apparent interest as the cut bleeds red] And not dead. [she breathes a sigh of relief] First thing that's gone right all day... [she replaces her ID card before looking around, her expression uncharacteristically uncertain. she still looks pale and out of breath, and she clearly has no idea what to do now] Maybe this is payback for pissing off Ray.

[ooc: Menzies is in the middle of major trouble back home! See my OOC post for details.]

Comments

[holmes_fanatic]

It's not like it happens regularly ...

Anyway, we should be concentrating on your situation!

[grip_on_reality]

[she was wondering when he'd get back to that. she sighs, taking another drink of her coffee] But there's not much for it, is there? I'll see if I can find the Doctor, and if not, I'll drop 'im a letter. Other than that, about all I can do is find someone 'round 'ere to bring back with me.

[holmes_fanatic]

Ah -- you might be right there.

Good luck, Menzies-san.

[grip_on_reality]

[it's strange to hear him use her name without the title. she supposes there's probably some sort of cultural meaning there, but in any case, she understands the sentiment] Thanks, kid. I'll, uh, keep you posted.

[hopefully the next time they meet, she'll have some good news--and then maybe she can find out more about him]