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Wilderness Survival - Week 3| Thursday Morning, A Clearing in the Woods

Callisto pointed to the lockbox. "Shoes."

Once she had everyone's shoes, she started walking out of the clearing. "Follow."

Then she took them on a little scenic walk.

With lots of lovely terrain, like mud, sand, rocks, dense undergrowth, a small pond or three.

And lets not forget the ever present pudding rain.

When they finally reached the end of the walking trail, she turned around to face the class.

"Dismissed."

[ooc: OCD threads ~~a-coming~~ are up.

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Parker was trying to concentrate on hiking without hurting her feet too badly, damnit.

Off to the side, though... A Centre Sweeper team came out of the trees, armed with rifles. Bel ran toward her, one arm reaching for her. "Parker! Tell them to stop! Tell them I'll do what they want--" He staggered, and she saw that there were already ten or twelve darts sticking out of his arms and legs. "I don't understand, I'll work for them, why are they..." Another dart. Bel fell at her
feet, face blank with drugs and shock.

Parker shook, looking away.

"Your father said that your notes on Belthazor were most helpful, Miss Parker. We never could have taken him without your assistance."

"No! Damnit," Parker whispered under her breath, and closed her eyes, putting her hands over her ears.

"We're just taking him back to be processed now. Carry on."

Sickened, Parker looked over at Sam, who blinked at her,
unimpressed.

She kept her eyes on her feet, hugging herself as she tried to keep up.

"Are you okay?" asked Janet, who was still sore from cheerleading practice yesterday. Stupid jumps.

Parker jerked her head up, then relaxed. "Fandom weirdness, I think." She took a breath, the afterimage of Sam still following behind them, his hand on the butt of his gun. "And my head is starting to hurt as well as my feet."

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Janet, shifting her backpack on her shoulder.

To sound crazy and freak Janet out? Or try to deal? Door Number Two. "Maybe later?" Parker rubbed at her temples. "There's something going around, I guess. Rory sent me an e-mail about it. I'll see her later today and ask."

Sydney paced them on the other side of Janet. "Your friend would actually be an asset to Centre interests. Except she would never be allowed out of a lab," he said, voice sober. "The cloning technology which was used to re-create her would be of far more interest."

And it wasn't like she hadn't had that thought herself, but hearing it aloud was enough to make Parker have to stop and bend over, trying to get her breath back. And not gag. "God, my head."

Janet shrugged. "Fine, then."

"Do you want something for it?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Have you got anything? What am I asking. Of course you do." Parker was sure she sounded utterly pathetic. She almost didn't care. "Please?"

Sam watched Janet with detached interest. Parker really wished she could shoot him.

"You should go to the clinic," said Janet, pausing to sling her backpack to the ground. Fig pudding would wash out, after all. She hoped. She crouched down, unzipped it, and pulled out a bottle of painkillers--slightly stronger than your standard OTC--and a small bottle of water. "How long have you had the headache? Have you taken anything for it yet?" She waited to find out the answer before doling any painkillers out from the bottle.

Parker shook her head. "I woke up with it, but I thought it would go away." And just stress from freaking Fandom. "So I didn't take anything." She licked her lips. "My eyes are playing tricks on me," she admitted, blinking hard. Sydney faded in, then faded out, along with Sam.

"Apparently not," said Janet, gauging the pinched look around Parker's eyes. She opened up the bottle and shook three pills into her hand, then stood and held them out to Parker, along with the bottle of water. "Playing what kind of tricks?" she asked, her voice careful and even. That was never a good sign. Ever.

"After-images," since that was easier to say than hallucinations, and, "the edges around things are wavy, sometimes. And I keep thinking I see things out of the corner of my eyes--"

Kyle wandered through the far clearing. He waved to Parker, threw a rock at a squirrel, then walked out of sight.

"--but when I look nothing's there." Parker took the water and pills gratefully, and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Afterimages," said Janet calmly, an undercurrent of worry threading through her gut. Her internal radar for something seriously wrong was going off. "That sounds like it might be more serious than the normal Fandom weirdness. Do you want to stop by the clinic later and make sure there's not a simple, organic cause to this?"

"Maybe? Yes." Because if there was a simple answer, Parker was all for it. "Okay." Because if it wasn't Fandom, then she was in serious trouble.

Parker sighed, and looked ahead. "I *wish* she didn't have to be on this tear today. You think I'd end up on the cheerleading squad with you if I told Callisto I was sick? I've already got Detention."

"If she starts yelling at you, ignore her," said Janet. "I've got access to unlimited absence excuse slips, the ability to forge Tommy's signature, and you are definitely not in any shape to do a hike, especially with the mood she's in. Did you want to ~~*handwavily*~~ meet at the clinic later? Believe it or not, I've got a standard battery of tests for people having afterimages." Her grin was rueful.

"That would be ~~*handwavily*~~ great." Parker snorted. "I sadly, do not find that difficult to believe." She looked down the path, and worked her jaw. "Thanks, Janet."

"If there's an organic cause, we'll find it. If we don't find anything, at least you'll know it's Fandom weirdness." Janet's voice was reassuring. "Any time, Parker. And I do mean that."

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