[identity profile] det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com
Who: Aiden
Where: Wandering Around in the Jungle somewhere
When: Day 24, late night
Invited: OPEN
Status: Incomplete

She woke up under a large tree. The sound of insects surrounded her in the darkness. She was dazed and disorientated. Her head swam slightly as she sat him. She couldn't see anything in the dark and had to fumble around in her pocket to find her lighter. She snaps it open and the flame jumps to life.

The light permeates the darkness only slightly but it is all she has. She looks about her and is relieved to find the gun she'd brought with her. She gathered herself together and stood, looking around she quickly came to the conclusion she had no idea where in the hell she was in relation to, well, anything.

She sighed, she didn't think it was a good idea to just sit there and hope someone found her. By the time the noticed her missing she'd probably be dead. After all the only jungle she knew how to survive in was the urban jungle.

None the less she picked a direction and started off.
[identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
Who: Daniel
Where: Medical Facility, Kitchen #2
When: Day 23, noonish
Invited: Open to everyone at the Bunker
Status: Incomplete

"I'm letting them go."

The announcement, predictably, was met with shouts of outrage and protest, which was precisely what Daniel had expected. The archaeologist merely steepled his fingers together, and watched the gathered group of castaways and waited for the uproar to die down.

"They know everything about us," someone pointed out.

It isn't really up for debate )
[identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Who: Scott, Ethan, Locke (briefly)
Where: Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station
When: Day 22, evening
Invited: Aiden, anyone who wants in on the interrogation action
Status: Completed

The observation station-turned-jail had been a mess. Most of the able-bodied who'd moved to the bunker had spent much of the previous day* sweeping, scrubbing, and being shrilly shooed away from the "Ancient" technology by McKay.

Even if the facility hadn't contained the fascinating crystal-based tech, Scott still would have helped clean it up. The sooner the jail was functional and clean(ish), the sooner they'd get answers out of the DHARMA mad scientists and thugs. And, of course, revenge. )

* the previous day = day 21
[identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
Who: Daniel
Where: Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station
When: Day 20, late night/Day 21, early morning
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete [Closed]

The Wraith threat was, as far as they knew, ended. )
[identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
Who: Daniel
Where: Medical Facility: Control Room
When: Day 20, Late Night During Raelle's Arrival
Invited: Everyone in the bunker (NOTE: This thread may have multiple locations)
Status: Complete

Daniel made quick time reaching the control room. Jon looked up at him in surprise.

"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.

Isn't this fun? )
[identity profile] det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com
Who: Aiden
What: Breakdown
Where: Medical Facility Bedroom C
When: Day 20 late at night
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete

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.

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.

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.

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.
[identity profile] rwarner.livejournal.com
Who: Jack Sparrow
Where: Medical Facility, Cafeteria 1
When: Day 20, about noonish
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria 1
Status: Complete

(OOC - Jack is coming from here.)

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.

Uncle Jack says relax... )
[identity profile] det-aiden-burn.livejournal.com

Who: Aiden
Where: Dharma Medical Facility
When: Day 20 immediately after game event
Invited: Boone, Jon, Ripley, Rose, McKay, one of the doctors would be helpful too
Status: Closed

"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.


"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.

[identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
Who: Isabel
Where: Medical Facility: Cafeteria #1
When: Day 20, Mid-Morning
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria #1
Status: Complete

Isabel let herself be pushed to the cafeteria, ignoring the guns. Of course they didn't trust her. She'd hardly acquitted herself with honour and dignity so far.

The cafeteria was nearly empty, but people were drifting around, drawn by the commotion. Now that Claire was found, Isabel assumed that many would return. she found a seat and sat on it, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hands.

Suddenly the urge to tell her story became overwhelming. )
[identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
With things more or less, back to normal, Daniel resumed the briefing minus a few additional bodies. He knew that Molly was tending to Tara, and that May and Chris had presumably gone in that direction as well. Rodney was working on finding a way to dampen down Tara and hopefully the Doctor would be able to provide assistance in that endeavor as well. Faith was assigned to Isabel duty and he trusted that Molly and Chris would be able to keep an eye on May. As helpful as the young woman and the Winchester boys had been thus far, he still wasn't ready to lower his guard completely.

Further considerations )

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