tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357Crossing Lost: Getting Here is the Easy PartMultifandom RPGCrossing Lost RP2006-09-24T20:15:00Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:97905fikgirl[Daniel] Working it Out2006-09-24T20:15:00Z2006-09-24T20:15:00Zfrustratedpublic20Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Daniel<br /><b>Where:</b> Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, late night/Day 21, early morning<br /><b>Invited:</b> Anyone<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete [Closed]<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/97905.html#cutid1">The Wraith threat was, as far as they knew, ended.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=97905" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:97302ext_15062[Sam, Dean, Locke] Out, Out, Damn Vortex!2006-09-19T10:54:00Z2006-09-19T10:54:00Zdeterminedpublic41Posted by: <span lj:user='starborn-scribe.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=15561&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://starborn-scribe.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>starborn-scribe.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Dean, Sam, Locke<br /><b>Where:</b> Outside near the Medical Facility<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, late night, just after Raelle's arrival<br /><b>Invited:</b> McKay, anyone at outside the Medical Facility<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />The scene outside of the bunker was mass chaos. May leapt through the trees, energy and projectile shots were fired, and most suprisingly of all, the truly strange-looking spiney demon morphed into Kenzaki before passing out on Daniel. <br /><br />John, Dean, and Sam gaped at the sight from where they'd taken cover at the edge of the jungle. While Dean grumbled about only being able to take potshots at a few of the Wraith, Sam had been searching Dad's journal for a spell to close the vortex that continued to swirl ominously overhead. <span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/97302.html#cutid1">More...</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=97302" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:97194ext_12572[Edward Mars] Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?2006-09-18T20:10:00Z2006-09-18T20:10:00Zhopefulpublic22Posted by: <span lj:user='sinanju.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=12988&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://sinanju.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>sinanju.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> <strike> Marshal Edward Mars </strike> Sayid & Hugh<br /><b>Where:</b> Camp Crash<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, Late Night, during Raelle's Arrival<br /><b>Invited:</b> Anyone at Camp Crash (i.e., NPCs) [CLOSED]<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br /><br />Edward Mars stood near the tide line, his back to the signal fire to preserve his night vision. It was fairly chilly on the beach at this time of night. Fortunately, his suit jacket--stained beyond repair though it was--kept him warm enough. The surf glittered in the moonlight and the roar as it crashed against the shore was almost soothing.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/97194.html#cutid1">Marshal Edward Mars is on the job.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=97194" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:96913fikgirl[Daniel] Lockdown2006-09-12T23:30:00Z2006-09-12T23:30:00Zpublic63Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Daniel<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: Control Room<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, Late Night During <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/104460.html">Raelle's Arrival</a><br /><b>Invited:</b> Everyone in the bunker (NOTE: This thread may have multiple locations)<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />Daniel made quick time reaching the control room. Jon looked up at him in surprise. <br /><br />"Keep at it, you have your orders," Daniel told him, brusquely. He didn't even think about it, how he reacted or what he said. He just did it. Taking charge was becoming easier and easier.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/96913.html#cutid1">Isn't this fun?</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=96913" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:96323EstiRoanoke2006-09-10T20:06:00Z2006-09-10T20:06:00Zpublic8Posted by: <span lj:user='estirose.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=29779&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://estirose.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>estirose.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Chris<br />Where: Camp Serenity<br />When: Day 20 late afternoon<br />Invited: Jack, Dana, River<br />Status: Complete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/96323.html#cutid1">Chris has his orders</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=96323" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:96182ext_172033Late Afternoon Snack2006-09-08T10:12:00Z2006-09-08T10:12:00Zhungrypublic9Posted by: <span lj:user='lost-mckay.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=186490&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://lost-mckay.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>lost-mckay.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> McKay<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: Kitchen #1<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, late-afternoon, immediately after '<a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/102294.html">Late-afternoon Awakening</a>'<br /><b>Invited:</b> Isabel, anyone<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/96182.html#cutid1">Food good.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=96182" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:95863ext_172028Hungry2006-09-07T21:32:00Z2006-09-07T21:32:00Zconfusedpublic10Posted by: <span lj:user='aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=186485&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Tara<br />What: wakes fully for the first time<br />Where: Medical Facility Bedroom A<br />When: Day 20 late at night<br />Invited: May, Molly<br />Status: Complete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/95863.html#cutid1">Tara wakes fully for the first time</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=95863" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:95709ext_51520Wolves and Feavers2006-09-07T07:18:00Z2006-09-07T07:18:00Zsickpublic22Posted by: <span lj:user='purplerhino.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=53129&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://purplerhino.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>purplerhino.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><strong>Who:</strong> Rose Tyler<br /><strong>Where:</strong> Rose's Room (J) to women's bathroom <br /><strong>When:</strong> Day 20, late afternoon <br /><strong>Invited:</strong> open side tag Isabel, Ami, Scott, Jack S. anyone in the caf at the time.<br /><strong>Status:</strong> Complete <br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/95709.html#cutid1">Rose felt like she was burning. There was fire within and without.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div></font></p><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=95709" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:95473ext_1263[Claire] Beam me up?2006-09-06T23:17:00Z2006-09-06T23:17:00Zstressedpublic9Posted by: <span lj:user='sophiedb.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=1437&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://sophiedb.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>sophiedb.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Claire<br />Where: Bedroom G, medical facility<br />When: Day 20, mid/late afternoon (around same time as <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101697.html">The Crux of the Matter</a>)<br />Invited: Damon, open<br />Status: Complete<br /><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/95473.html#cutid1">reality bites</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=95473" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:95058ext_51520A River Runs Through It2006-09-06T17:18:00Z2006-09-06T17:18:00Zdeterminedpublic1Posted by: <span lj:user='purplerhino.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=53129&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://purplerhino.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>purplerhino.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><strong>Who:</strong> Jack Harkness, River, Dana <br /><strong>Where:</strong> Danielle's 'bunker' <br /><strong>When:</strong> Day 20, late afternoon <br /><strong>Invited:</strong> Open to anyone who can reasonable be there <br /><strong>Status:</strong> Complete <br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/95058.html#cutid1">He was getting distracted, and that was bad. He had to focus on the mission first. But he didn't have to be cruel to do it.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=95058" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:94741fikgirl[Faith] Jungle, Sweet Jungle2006-09-06T12:48:00Z2006-09-06T12:48:00Zpublic13Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Faith, George<br /><b>Where:</b> The clearing in the jungle<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, late afternoon, picking up from <b><a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101131.html">Echoes of Mason</a></b><br /><b>Invited:</b> Clearing peeps, Beach peeps who wish to wander up<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />Not unexpectedly, but several people were looking suspiciously and guardedly around, armed with big sticks and rocks as George pulled the jeep to a halt near the clearing with the "ring transporter." Daniel had explained to Faith how it worked, and how to use it, but he'd also pointed out that Jin was well acquainted with it as well. <br /><br />"Just enough room to park the car," Faith muttered. "Why am I not surprised?"<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/94741.html#cutid1">Delivering the news</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=94741" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:94503fikgirl[Ami] Late-Afternoon Awakening2006-09-05T08:57:00Z2006-09-05T08:57:00Zpublic14Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Ami<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: Kitchen #1<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, late-afternoon, before <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101697.html">The Crux of the Matter</a>, after <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/100690.html">What do you do with a drunken sailor</a> and <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101607.html">The Subconscious Never Sleeps</a><br /><b>Invited:</b> Anyone present in Cafeteria #1<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />Ami felt safe. That was the first sensation that she had any awareness of upon blinking her eyes open. She was safe, she was whole. Scott was with her, both mentally and physically. Ami curled in close to Scott, breathing in his scent, clean and soapy with that antiseptic hospital soap and shampoo clean, but underneath it all the spicy musk earthy smell with just an elusive hint of an intangible sweetness and cleanness that was so much Scott. <br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/94503.html#cutid1">Read more...</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=94503" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:94299http://det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com/Had a bad day again2006-09-05T02:46:00Z2006-09-05T02:46:00Z"Bad Day" by Fuelpublic66Posted by: <span lj:user='det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=445222&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Aiden<br />What: Breakdown<br />Where: Medical Facility Bedroom C<br />When: Day 20 late at night<br />Invited: Anyone<br />Status: Incomplete<br /><br />It was late and quiet. Finally quiet after a day of chaos. Though she would have swore to it earlier she wasn’t thankful for the silence tonight. Tonight more than any other she longed for the constant hum of the city, tonight because this was the night she finally realized she wasn’t going home. <br /><br />Curled up in the corner of the room Aiden was still wearing the scrub pants, though she had changed her top to the worn out FBI t-shirt she’d swiped from her best friend shortly after he’d moved back home. Her best friend she’d never see again. He’d do anything for her, go to the ends of the earth to find her, but it didn’t matter. This place was some kind of Bermuda triangle like trap. You came in but didn’t go out. <br /><br />And she cried. Cried for all the people she’d never see again, cried for the memories she couldn’t keep from running through her head. Each of her five senses seemed to betray her, bombarding her with memories. She rememberd the sound of the rats that used to run along the beams in the ceiling where she grew up,remembered the sound of her and her partner’s skates slicing through the ice in perfect unison. She could see Danny’s brilliant smile, her mother’s artwork. She could smell the gunpowder from when her and Stella would go to the range and the fish from down the dock were one of her brothers worked. She could taste her father’s spaghetti sauce, and blood in her mouth when her face hit concrete. And she could feel the baby that once grew inside her, and feel the bite in the air the day they buried her. <br /><br />The memories themselves came disjointed and random. But she knew everyone intimately, and they forced on her a wave of emotions she couldn’t keep back. She felt like she was drowning. Her sobs echoed eerily in the room and her face was wet with tears.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=94299" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:93963fikgirl[Daniel] The Crux of the Matter2006-09-03T12:22:00Z2006-09-03T12:22:00Zpublic55Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Daniel, Blaise<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: Control Room<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, afternoon, picking up from <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/100581.html?thread=3307749#t3307749"><b>Close Encounters with the Dead Kind</b></a><br /><b>Invited:</b> Locke, the Doctor, Megabyte, Scott, Alex (Dean, Sam, Jon and May when they return from their recon with something to report)<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />Daniel's attention flickered back and forth between the prisoners on the monitor and the data files on the system that Damon and Rodney had located for them previously. Apparently, nearly everything was in the system if you knew where to look for it. The combined hacking abilities and skill with understanding computers that Damon and Rodney possessed and Damon's quietly admitted background in "securities" unearthed a plethora of information about what had been done – and who was doing it – at this facility.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/93963.html#cutid1">A lot of it still read like -- well, Greek wasn't the appropriate word.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=93963" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:93772fikgirl[Ami] The Subconscious Never Sleeps2006-09-01T16:15:00Z2006-09-01T16:15:00Zcontentpublic11Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Ami, Scott<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: Cafeteria #1/Ami's Head<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, afternoon<br /><b>Invited:</b> Scott<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />Ami didn't remember the last time that she rode a swing. Yet, here she was, pumping her legs back and forth, enjoying the feeling of floating and flying and weightlessness that came from the swing sailing back and forth through the open air. The fresh air was crisp and clean, the sun a bright yellow orb in a cloudless blue sky. She had no cares, no worries, no fears. The stress and upset of the past few days seemed long removed and Ami indulged in its absence.<br /><br />It was a perfect day.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/93772.html#cutid1">What Dreams Do Come...</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=93772" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:93638ext_12572[George] Echoes of Mason2006-09-01T12:09:00Z2006-09-01T12:09:00ZUneasy Ridergiddypublic8Posted by: <span lj:user='sinanju.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=12988&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://sinanju.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>sinanju.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><strong>Who: </strong> George, Faith<br /><strong>Where: </strong> On The Road, such as it is<br /><strong>When: </strong> Day 20, after <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/99693.html">Independent Women</a>.<br /><strong>Invited: </strong> Beach Peeps, eventually<br /><strong>Status: </strong>Complete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/93638.html#cutid1">No, my driving is not what killed me, thank you very much!</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=93638" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:93221ext_1263[Jon] Close Encounters of the Smoke Kind2006-09-01T08:59:00Z2006-09-01T08:59:00Zcrankypublic16Posted by: <span lj:user='sophiedb.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=1437&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://sophiedb.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>sophiedb.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Jon Murphy<br />Where: heading NW from the medical facility<br />When: Day 20, midday/early afternoon (after <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/99921.html">this</a>) <br />Invited: May, Kenzaki<br />Status: Complete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/93221.html#cutid1">Eep!</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=93221" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:93132ext_4822[Jack S.] What do you do with a drunken sailor?2006-09-01T00:26:00Z2006-09-01T00:26:00ZAlan Silvestri - Blaine's Deathpublic19Posted by: <span lj:user='rwarner.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=5021&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://rwarner.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>rwarner.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Jack Sparrow<br />Where: Medical Facility, Cafeteria 1<br />When: Day 20, about noonish<br />Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria 1<br />Status: Complete<br /><br />(OOC - Jack is coming from <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/100313.html?thread=3293913#t3293913">here</a>.)<br /><br />Jack reached the cafeteria a lot slower than he expected. The bottle of rum that he'd found had been mostly full when he left the security office, but it was now less than a quarter full. Predictably, he was staggering more than he had in the past few days.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/93132.html#cutid1">Uncle Jack says relax...</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=93132" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:92895ext_172028[Dean/Sam] Close Encounters with the Dead Kind2006-08-31T22:06:00Z2006-08-31T22:06:00Znauseatedpublic5Posted by: <span lj:user='aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=186485&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Dean and Sam Winchester<br />Where: About 2 miles SouthEast of Medical Facility, doing a perimeter check<br />When: Day 20, afternoon<br />Invited: Anyone that hears the radio<br />Status: Complete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/92895.html#cutid1">Close Encounters with the Dead Kind</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=92895" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:92660ext_4822[Jack S.] Still Searching...2006-08-31T12:47:00Z2006-08-31T12:47:00Zpublic1Posted by: <span lj:user='rwarner.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=5021&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://rwarner.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>rwarner.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br />Who: Jack Sparrow<br />Where: Medical Facility, wandering the halls looking in rooms.<br />When: Day 20, Morning<br />Invited: Anyone that happens to wander by<br />Status: Complete<br /><br />Jack's mood was even worse after his forced bathing. It was bad enough he'd been forced to endure two full days sober, but now he'd been forced to wear this hideous looking flowery thing. It looked like somebody had taken a woman's sundress and turned it into a shirt. Even worse than that, he actually *SMELLED* like flowers!<br /><br />So, Jack was searching even more intently for rum, or ANY alcohol. So far the search had been fruitless. The closest he'd come was some rubbing alcohol in one of the examination rooms. The foul taste that had left in his mouth served only to make him more surly.<br /><br />Looking into the security office, Jack was surprised to see nobody was watching the cameras. Slipping inside, he began to rifle through the drawers in the desk closest to the door. He was so engrossed in his search, he didn't notice the carnage unfolding on the monitor for Cafeteria 1 behind him.<br /><br /><i>(OOC - To be continued...)</i><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=92660" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:92099fikgirl[FAITH] Independent Women2006-08-30T22:50:00Z2006-08-30T22:50:00Zpublic8Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Faith<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: George's Room<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, after <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98840.html">Isabel's Exposition</a><br /><b>Invited:</b> George, (And May if she's trying to track down Faith to talk to her in pseudo-private)<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />Faith left the cafeteria and headed right for George's room. Her assumption was that the other woman had gone to change her clothes and/or take a shower. After getting riddled with bullet holes, it was the most logical course of action.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/92099.html#cutid1">Faith makes herself comfortable.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=92099" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:92312ext_26659[Mayday] Knock, knock, anyone there?2006-08-30T22:49:00Z2006-08-30T22:49:00Zworriedpublic8Posted by: <span lj:user='weirdweb.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=27437&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://weirdweb.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>weirdweb.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Mayday<br /><b>Where:</b> Medical Facility: Outside/inside Room A<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, Mid-Morning (right after and partly during <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98840.html">Isabel's Exposition</a>)<br /><b>Invited:</b> Chris, Molly, Tara, anyone who wanders down the hallway<br /><b>Status:</b> Complete<br /><br />May jogged down the hallways, not running this time, but not taking her time either. It would just figure if something else happened while she was gone - and even if it didn't, she was worried about Molly and Tara. She also didn't want to get left behind; Dean was still pissed, Jon wasn't thrilled at having her along, and Sam - well, Sam was just trying to keep Dean from running his mouth off. <br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/92312.html#cutid1">Note to self: Never say things are calm or quiet around here again.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><i>OOC: Bed now. Night, all!</i><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=92312" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:91875fikgirl[Sawyer] Back at Camp Sunshine2006-08-30T10:52:00Z2006-08-30T10:52:00Zboredpublic2Posted by: <span lj:user='fikgirl.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=51763&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://fikgirl.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>fikgirl.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b>Sawyer<br /><b>Where:</b> The clearing & the tunnel<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, mid-morning<br /><b>Invited:</b> Jin, Ash<br /><b>Status:</b>Incomplete<br /><br />Hanging around in the dank, dark underground with the might Zombie Hunter was about as fun as hanging around in the clearing with Mr. Miyagi and Sunshine. Camp Crash was a lot more interesting – at least the people there were more interesting and fun to mess with – but Sawyer stayed in the jungle because he was too damn curious and didn't want to miss any action.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/91875.html#cutid1">Read more...</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=91875" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:91439http://det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com/[Aiden] House Keeping2006-08-30T01:52:00Z2006-08-30T01:52:00Zpublic3Posted by: <span lj:user='det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=445222&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><p><strong>Who:</strong> Aiden<br /><strong>Where:</strong> Dharma Medical Facility <br /><strong>When:</strong> Day 20 immediately after game event<br /><strong>Invited:</strong> Boone, Jon, Ripley, Rose, McKay, one of the doctors would be helpful too<br /><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br /><br />"I think most of the acid's washed off." AIden replied still sitting on the shower floor holding up Boone. In her mind she was wonder how the hell all this had happened. Why hadn't they cleared the building? And how did this guy get a gun, let alone a semi-automatic pistol. Heavy ammo, despite the fact that you could pick one up at your local Wal-Mart these days. And what now? Aiden didn't want to calculate the risk of infection for her small wound let alone Boone's. She really hoped the medical supplies were well stocked. And if they were stocked once they would need to be so again. Where were they getting supplies from? Perhaps there was hopes to get off this island yet.</p>
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<p>"Somebody turn off the water please." she said quietly, lost in thought for a second. "And we're going to need clean scrubs, bandages, antibiotic ointment..." she noticed a little blood trickling down her own arm then looked to see if Boone was bleeding. "Get one of the doctors if the're free, if not I can triage him, but he'll still need to be looked at." She laid a hand on Boone's chest to feel his breathing, looked over his neck, checking to see if Ripley had done any significent damage. <br /></p><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=91439" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-07:2946357:91058ext_1263[Claire] Numb2006-08-29T23:59:00Z2006-08-29T23:59:00Zpublic27Posted by: <span lj:user='sophiedb.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=1437&t=I'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://sophiedb.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'><b>sophiedb.livejournal.com</b></a></span><br /><br /><b>Who:</b> Claire<br /><b>Where:</b> Bedroom G, medical facility<br /><b>When:</b> Day 20, mid-morning<br /><b>Invited:</b> Damon, Methos, Locke (and open)<br /><b>Status:</b> Incomplete<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://crossing-lostrp.dreamwidth.org/91058.html#cutid1">Too much</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=crossing_lostrp&ditemid=91058" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments