ext_12572: (NPC Hugh Emerson)
[identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
Who: Hugh Emerson
Where: Camp Crash
When: Day 21, Oh-Dark-Thirty in the morning
Invited: Anyone at Camp Crash
Status: Complete [Closed]


The bodies of the vampires burned briskly. They'd been carried well down the beach, dumped onto a pile of wood "borrowed" from the regular signal fire supply, and doused with a cupful or two of Dr. Pierson's moonshine. Then Sayid had set them afire without ceremony. Monsters didn't deserve any such consideration as far as Hugh was concerned.

The bodies of their victims had been collected and laid out side by side under tarps and blankets, awaiting the arrival or George or Daisy, or both. Once they'd done their jobs, the victims would be given a funeral and then burned as well. Hugh stared at the lumpy tarps for a long moment, then trudged over to sit down by the signal fire.

Sleep wasn't an option anymore tonight. Conversations buzzed all over camp. Most of the camp was there, standing or sitting or pacing anxiously. Chloe was absent, being tended to in a shelter. Sun, Carrie and Rose Elder were huddled with Veronica, who was no longer hysterical, though Hugh wasn't certain her withdrawn silence was a big improvement. She was a smart girl, maybe too smart. Hugh could hear some of the more inflexible minds among them trying already to rationalize what had happened.

Veronica was too smart to be able to retreat into denial that way. She couldn't deny the evidence of her own eyes. Question was: was she flexible enough to wrap her mind around it and come out whole? Hugh didn't know, though he hoped so. Only time would tell.

Hugh heard the crunch of footsteps approaching. He looked up and gratefully received the cup of coffee extended to him. "What's news?" he asked before taking a sip.
[identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Who: Dean, Sam, Locke
Where: Outside near the Medical Facility
When: Day 20, late night, just after Raelle's arrival
Invited: McKay, anyone at outside the Medical Facility
Status: Complete

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.

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. More... )
[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] fikgirl.livejournal.com
Who: Daniel, Blaise
Where: Medical Facility: Control Room
When: Day 20, afternoon, picking up from Close Encounters with the Dead Kind
Invited: Locke, the Doctor, Megabyte, Scott, Alex (Dean, Sam, Jon and May when they return from their recon with something to report)
Status: Complete

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.

A lot of it still read like -- well, Greek wasn't the appropriate word. )
[identity profile] aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com
Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
Where: About 2 miles SouthEast of Medical Facility, doing a perimeter check
When: Day 20, afternoon
Invited: Anyone that hears the radio
Status: Complete

Close Encounters with the Dead Kind )
[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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