Ray Vecchio - Hangover Plot (for Fraser)

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08 February 2012 @ 09:47 pm

Hangover Plot (for Fraser)

The gentle sway was almost enough to tempt Ray into a deeper sleep but the incessant sting against his face put the kibosh on that. The salty spray from the water forced him onto his side, where his cheek met with prickly fluff. It wasn't his first time experiencing such a thing, so he did what he usually did and shoved at the source of the irritation, grumbling about a stupid dog.

When no bark of retaliation was forthcoming, he creaked open an eye and wondered where they had gotten a multicolored hound from. Memory the wrong side of hazy, Ray hoisted himself up onto an elbow and shaded his eyes with a hand, cogs in his brain slow to start grinding. The sun was low in the sky, so it must have been morning. Congratulating himself on solving that puzzle, his gaze travelled the short distance to the horizon and then lower. To the ocean. And then lower. To the shawn off ends of logs. And then lower. To red knee high boots and yellow spandex currently adorning his bottom half.

Ray's reaction was so violent that it got stuck in his throat as he shot up, coming out as little more than a strangled shout. The raft rocked dangerously with such sudden movement and he clung tightly to whatever he could find.

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dueright on February 21st, 2012 12:10 am (UTC)

"No, we're not, but, yes, it will be," Fraser assure him, realizing by the sound of Ray's voice that he didn't seem too convinced by his own statements. But how bad could it really have been? True, they couldn't remember a thing and they were dressed strangely, but other than a bit of potential embarrassment, it was nothing they couldn't handle.

"But not if we're just going to lie here and wait for what we've forgotten to come looking of us," he said, sitting up, pulling his hat from off the turtle's shell. "We have to go in search of it. First things first: we need to get back to the island."

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speakscanadian on February 21st, 2012 12:53 am (UTC)

Sucking in a deep breath of fresh sea air as Fraser spoke, Ray released it in a long drawn out sigh, settling his hands loosely on his chest.

Fraser was right. They'd faced worse than this. They weren't strapped to a bomb and he was fairly certain there wasn't a waterfall nearby, so this? This they could handle.

With a noisy yawn, he stared up at the sky. "Good plan, Benny." Ray remained quite visibily horizontal though.

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dueright on February 21st, 2012 03:15 am (UTC)

Fraser watched him for a quiet moment, glaze shifting from Ray, to the Island and then finally back to Ray again. "Lying down isn't going to help us get there."

And unless the turtle had a couple dozen or so friends they could rein to the front of their raft, then he was of very little use to them beyond a hat rack.

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speakscanadian on February 21st, 2012 06:40 pm (UTC)

Having mistaken Fraser's plan as a kind offer to implement said plan for him, it took Ray a moment to accept the reality.

"Right. Sorry." He sat up, his body less than enthused. "I was going to uh, navigate." With his eyes closed, maybe. "...You don't happen to have an oar on you, do you?"

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dueright on February 22nd, 2012 02:29 am (UTC)

"I don't." He had a rainbow wig, which couldn't have been more useless in their situation. Or most situations, actually.

"You could try using your saw... Barring that, we're going to have to swim back."

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speakscanadian on February 22nd, 2012 04:00 am (UTC)

"My saw..." Ray echoed, looking dumbly down at the tool by his feet.

That was the difference between him and Fraser. When Ray looked at a saw, he saw a saw. But when Fraser looked at it, apparently he saw an oar as well as a saw.

Picking it up, he threw questioning eyes at his partner. "This is a saw." Just in case Fraser had missed a vital sign there. "Not a paddle. If I try to paddle with it," he continued, dropping most of it into the ocean and heaving it through the water, "it's just gonna-- hey, it works!"

Too bad it was paddling them around in a slow circle.

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dueright on February 22nd, 2012 02:42 pm (UTC)

"Swimming it is," Fraser said as the raft was coming full circle on the Island again. "We can push the raft along, just in ca--" Stopping mid-sentence, Fraser reconsidered finishing the thought as it currently existed in his mind. If he mentioned sharks or the like, he wasn't sure what the odds of getting Ray into the water at all at that point would be.

"In case we get tired and need a rest."

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speakscanadian on February 23rd, 2012 12:45 am (UTC)

Ray was tired and needed a rest already.

"I know I'm dressed like a superhero, Fraser, but I seriously doubt I can swim the tens of miles it's gonna take to get me back on dry land," he insisted. He might not have been strapped to a bomb but the last time he remembered using such a tone with Fraser, he had been. Swinging between panic, confusion and short bursts of optimism was exhausting. It was much easier just to stick to the panic.

"It might not look far but it's a trick of the eye, Fraser. My limbs weren't made to be shark appetisers."

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dueright on February 24th, 2012 06:00 pm (UTC)

"We are not tens of miles from the Island, Ray." And the exaggeration was nothing if not completely expected. "Three, four at the absolute most. And when's the last you've heard of a shark attack here? You'll be fine, I promise. One sign of a dorsal fin and it's back on the raft we go."

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speakscanadian on February 26th, 2012 01:06 am (UTC)

"Nobody hears about shark attacks because the only witnesses are those being eaten, that's how everybody disappears," Ray ranted with increasing momentum, stabbing an accusatory finger down at the ocean. "Now I am not getting in the water without at least a life-jacket, a whistle and a nose clip. You want me in there any sooner, you're gonna have to push me in."

Which Fraser the polite Mountie would never, ever do, of course.

"How 'bout you push this bozo in first and keep the raft for yourself," Ray's Pop suggested, giving Fraser beside him a disapproving look. "Out here it's every man for himself. You take the raft, he's shark bait and I can get some peace and quiet. Badda bing. Everybody's a winner."

"You can go drown yourself is what you can do," Ray sniped back.

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dueright on February 26th, 2012 08:00 pm (UTC)

"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears, but there's no need to get snippy." That wasn't going to get them back to the island any faster. And at this point, with no idea how or why they were even out there, Ray had no grounds to assume it was Fraser's fault and to be angry at him for it. It very well could have been, but neither of them knew that for certain. He was innocent until proven otherwise.

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speakscanadian on February 26th, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC)

"I'm not getting snippy!" Ray replied, frustration growing. If his Pop wanted him to stay on the raft, then Ray knew what he had to do. He dropped his legs over the side and into the water. "Let's go. I need to pee anyway."

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dueright on February 27th, 2012 04:08 am (UTC)

Since Ray seemed to have found his nerve, Fraser decided not to press the matter, and instead took Ray's lead and mirrored him on the opposite side of the raft.

He paused before actually heading in. "Do you think we've eaten within the hour?"

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speakscanadian on February 27th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)

With half a groan, Ray rolled his eyes and dropped into the water without replying. They widened at the temperature, having imagined sinking into a warm bath. It was a freaking desert island, for God's sake!

"Fraser, I'm tired already," he told him after dipping his head to get it over with. It didn't do much for his headache.

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