2 Drunks In a Mad Max

[torridness]

[ The Waverider had crash-landed hard, but that hadn't been the worst part. A few days in a dessert isn't so bad from inside a mostly-functioning time ship. It's the fact that Mick and Constantine are sent out for ten minutes to check an anomaly and when they get back, the whole stinking ship is just gone.

It's hot and the sun is blinding and all Mick's got to show for the trouble is a dusty little radio device they'd found in the sand hooked up to some kind of solar-power.

Mick huffs angrily and flops back into the hot sand. ]

Well I hope this stupid thing was worth it, 'cause if they don't come back soon we're gonna have to eat it.

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[oldhound]

[ Not completely. He's not the sort to actively seek a way to top himself, least not with altruistic intentions factored in. If there are other questionable ways to go about it, he can't promise he won't go walking face-first into it.

John tugs at the knot of his already loose tie and drags it over his head. It musses his hair a bit but he doesn't bother to smooth it down. Mick's right, they already draw too much attention and that's uncomfortable to think on. ]

Don't even think about me ditching the coat.

[ He'd work a glamour but considering dowsing grabbed enough unwanted attention, he's not trying to get them killed well before the rest of the team shows. Once they get in the town limits, it's easy enough to find a spot to stay. John gets his fair share of looks but he defers to Mick taking point. ]