OTA

[youbroketime]

Rip wasn't sure how he got here or where here was. One moment he'd been in a cell at the Time Bureau and now he was here. He had attempted to look around but when he opened his eyes all he could see was Time. Thread upon thread of broken and shattered time and he could see it all. It was overwhelming to the former Time Master and he tried to shut his eyes to it only to find the threads burned on the back of his eye lids.

He shivered and opened his eyes again. The threads were still there as were their outcomes. Millions of broken branches with millions of choices and he had no idea which ones were the right threads to focus on. He had a raging headache and couldn't move. Was this his punishment...to see Time and try to figure out the best way to fix it? Rip didn't know....he just wanted a way to control it so he could move again and find help.  

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[bringstheheat]

There's only so much time Mick can spend indoors. Now that they're off the ship, he can wander. Stretch his legs.
Granted he's usually never far from Leonard or from Sara, there are still times when he's off hunting down food or tools or better booze. Things they're going to need of they're gonna be stuck for a while.

Mick pulls to a halt as he rounds a corner, a cluster of Neanderthals closing in on a badly disoriented Rip Hunter.

English.
Perfect.

A quick blast from his gun sends them scattering before he scruffs Hunter and pulls him up. "Where are the rest of your Time Pigs?"

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[youbroketime]

"Gone," Rip said his eyes still shut tight against the onslaught of Time. Part of him know Mick is there, knows he should move, should fight, but he can't make himself. "Dead maybe I don't know. I came here alone...was in my cell now I'm not." Sent from my Galaxy Tab® S2

[bringstheheat]

Well that settles what time Hunter comes from. A nod as another blast from the heat gun drives the cavemen back and clears a path for them. His hand is tight in his collar, keeping him on his feet and forcing him forward, giving him no option but to move.

[youbroketime]

Rip goes where Mick leads his eyes still shut tight. "Ship," he mutters softly, "if I can get to the ship the threads will go quiet....just need Gideon before I lose myself and time."

[bringstheheat]

"Good luck with that. Ship is disabled. No one can get in or out and she ain't exactly cooperating." A shake of his head.

"Boss wants to see you first anyway. After what you pulled with Darhk she ain't exactly happy to see you." If there's a sharpness to that smile, Rip can likely hear it in his voice.

Private comm - locked to Sara - urgent

[bringstheheat]

Hunter is here.
What do you want me to do with him?

[strongerthanyouknow]

[ There's an URGENT setting on these things?
Apparently? Given it's blinking in red at her? With an alarm?
What. Sara Lance is many things but she is not your geek of the week.

She's about to start with yeah? and some comment about this urgent setting, urgent need, what's happening, where, who to send, but Mick's word, out faster than she can start, slam like a fist into her teeth without warning. Locking them for a second. Only a second. Even that feels like too long. It's still red as she tamps it. ] Bring him in.

[ She doesn't want to be fair. She doesn't want to be fair.

And yet. ] Figure out when he's from.

[bringstheheat]

[What can he say? When you're stuck with a computer nerd for a roommate you pick stuff up. Mick learns a lot by watching and it's been filed away for later use.

Sara has to know. First. Ahead of anyone else on the team after what English did to them. To her. Bringing back a damned madman.

A nod.]

On it boss.
Clearing away some of the locals.