[act]Swallow suddenly looks passive, and stops his current conversation[/act]
Elspeth-as-Elaria: [act]tapping him[/act] ...what is it?
Swallow: [act]in a voice that's not his own...oooh, spooky[/act] The OldOnes say we must continue our journey lest the prize be lost...[act]shakes his head and returns to normal[/act] So, that's how I became leader of just about all of Darthnor [act]shrugs spectacularly[/act].
Elspeth-as-Elaria: [act]rolls eyes, then calls out[/act] Right. Oi, everyone! We've got to get a move on!
Doctor: [act]calling[/act] Anyone who
hasn't been invited along for the next leg, back into the TARDIS!
[act]the party-goers and the guests say their farewells as the lead rig begins to pull away, driven by Elspeth this time[/act]
Swallow: [act]still on the ground[/act] Why are we leaving so suddenly?
Elspeth-as-Elaria: [act]droll[/act] A little birdy told me to.
[act]all within earshot groan[/act]
[act]the rig convoy moves on to its
next destination, as the howling wind returns, and the sound of a box-shaped hole being torn in time and space rips through the air for a moment...then fades...[/act]