“What am I doing?” The Doctor doesn’t look up from his worm. “I’d like to think I’m saving both our lives! And – oh! There we are!”
The dinghy suddenly scoots to the side with an extra burst of power (yes, that might be part of the dinghy on fire like a jet – the inverse-flux pattern may have just blown), sending the Doctor sprawling on his back. He flops in the bottom of the boat, wriggling over to try to grab Eva and stop his friend from tumbling right off the side. Maybe that inverse-flux wasn’t a good idea to stick in there. He’d basically forced it in with good will and a hammer, after all! The Doctor manages to pull himself up against the low slung railings just in time to get a good second look at that storm. Lighting cracks over head and dances across the clouds, Eva’s cutlery fish leaping up in schools out of the water and heading away from the storm.
The first chunk of hail is baseball sized. It thuds into the deck only feet away from Eva with heavy dull think. The Doctor winces as he gets a smaller one right upside the head before he can duck away.
“Press that, then this!” the Doctor’s hands are blurring all over the mass. Maybe he ought to have built a proper shelter for the boat. He will, assuming they get through this with it intact.
Re: i'm sorry I am slowbro this month D8
The dinghy suddenly scoots to the side with an extra burst of power (yes, that might be part of the dinghy on fire like a jet – the inverse-flux pattern may have just blown), sending the Doctor sprawling on his back. He flops in the bottom of the boat, wriggling over to try to grab Eva and stop his friend from tumbling right off the side. Maybe that inverse-flux wasn’t a good idea to stick in there. He’d basically forced it in with good will and a hammer, after all! The Doctor manages to pull himself up against the low slung railings just in time to get a good second look at that storm. Lighting cracks over head and dances across the clouds, Eva’s cutlery fish leaping up in schools out of the water and heading away from the storm.
The first chunk of hail is baseball sized. It thuds into the deck only feet away from Eva with heavy dull think. The Doctor winces as he gets a smaller one right upside the head before he can duck away.
“Press that, then this!” the Doctor’s hands are blurring all over the mass. Maybe he ought to have built a proper shelter for the boat. He will, assuming they get through this with it intact.