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crossing_lostrpWho: All Play!
When: Day 28, early morning, immediately following "Tabula Rasa!"
Where: The Staff cafeteria
Invited: All amnesiacs
Status: Complete
Hangover or no, Sam already knew that he was good at observing people and situations and drawing conclusions. (Makes sense for a copper.) For some reason thinking of himself as a police officer filled him with pride.
The group followed the Asian -- (Probably Japanese) -- man down more drab corridors. "Somehow I don't think we're on holiday," he volunteered, earning a few chuckles from the others. "That would be one explanation for why a Londoner, another Northerner, an American, and a Japanese man are in this... structure." He'd gestured at each of his companions accordingly. "According to my badge I'm Detective Inspector Samuel Tyler from Manchester. You've no idea of your names?"
"'Fraid not," the gangly Northerner said cheerfully.
(Another addict? Or maybe we're all nutters,) Sam wondered.
The cafeteria was unremarkable except for the people who'd already gathered: an American soldier, a beautiful blonde in a hospital gown, a half-clothed, shapely brunette being chatted up by an equally handsome young man, an exceptionally tall young man holding a nearly empty liquor bottle, and a burly, scowling older man who looked ready to snatch the bottle back.
Remembering his reflection in the mirror Sam was beginning to feel downright ugly. At least he had the drunkard and the big-eared Northerner to keep him company.
The Japanese man stopped a short distance inside the wide, tiled room. He bowed, saying "Konichiwa."
The few who hadn't noticed their arrival turned in surprise. Then the older man who wanted his bottle back threw his head back and laughed. "Kamakaze to you too, Nip." Sam blinked at the man's callousness. "Anyone 'ere speak English? Or better yet, cook?"
OOC: If I forgot anyone or if you want your character to be in the cafeteria already, just holler.
When: Day 28, early morning, immediately following "Tabula Rasa!"
Where: The Staff cafeteria
Invited: All amnesiacs
Status: Complete
Hangover or no, Sam already knew that he was good at observing people and situations and drawing conclusions. (Makes sense for a copper.) For some reason thinking of himself as a police officer filled him with pride.
The group followed the Asian -- (Probably Japanese) -- man down more drab corridors. "Somehow I don't think we're on holiday," he volunteered, earning a few chuckles from the others. "That would be one explanation for why a Londoner, another Northerner, an American, and a Japanese man are in this... structure." He'd gestured at each of his companions accordingly. "According to my badge I'm Detective Inspector Samuel Tyler from Manchester. You've no idea of your names?"
"'Fraid not," the gangly Northerner said cheerfully.
(Another addict? Or maybe we're all nutters,) Sam wondered.
The cafeteria was unremarkable except for the people who'd already gathered: an American soldier, a beautiful blonde in a hospital gown, a half-clothed, shapely brunette being chatted up by an equally handsome young man, an exceptionally tall young man holding a nearly empty liquor bottle, and a burly, scowling older man who looked ready to snatch the bottle back.
Remembering his reflection in the mirror Sam was beginning to feel downright ugly. At least he had the drunkard and the big-eared Northerner to keep him company.
The Japanese man stopped a short distance inside the wide, tiled room. He bowed, saying "Konichiwa."
The few who hadn't noticed their arrival turned in surprise. Then the older man who wanted his bottle back threw his head back and laughed. "Kamakaze to you too, Nip." Sam blinked at the man's callousness. "Anyone 'ere speak English? Or better yet, cook?"
OOC: If I forgot anyone or if you want your character to be in the cafeteria already, just holler.
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[Ash/"Bond"]
Date: 2007-02-20 09:03 pm (UTC)Michelle's brief transformation had looked unnervingly familiar, as if he'd seen it before--or something like it, at least. May's inhumanly flexibility was pretty eye-opening, too. And...Frank's hungery, yellow-eyed look at Michelle didn't bode well either.
Bond flexed the fingers of his left hand--his real hand. Muttering quietly to himself, he said, "Klaatu barada nikto!" and gestured at one of the unoccupied tables, willing...something to happen.
Nada. Zippo. Zilch. Nothing.
"Damn," Bond said. (I guess I'll just have to get by on my dashing good looks and savoir faire.)
[Daisy]
Date: 2007-02-20 09:12 pm (UTC)Because this room was apparently full of people with bizarre and frightening abilities. And disabilities, since apparently she was the only person aside from Millie who could see the Frenchman. Or hear him. Daisy had no idea what to make of that.
"Maybe..." Daisy said to him, "Maybe we should go back to our--to that--room and see if we can find our passports. Or something else that will let us know who we are."
[George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-02-20 09:21 pm (UTC)One of the Englishmen had approached them and asked what Claud had told them. "He knows who he is," Millie said. "He doesn't know any of us. That's about it so far."
Millie looked at Albino Girl. "Ask him if he knows where we are."
Claud listened and then nodded. He spoke. Millie repeated what he said. Albino Girl frowned. She asked a question in French. Claud nodded firmly. "Oui," he said.
"What? What is it?" Millie demanded. "He says yes, whatever it is."
"He says we're on the Island of Lost Souls."
Millie rolled her eyes. "How poetic. Can he be a little more specific?"
"Yes," Albino Girl said. "He says it's in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
"We're on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean!?" Millie asked loudly.
[Oona]
Date: 2007-02-21 12:30 am (UTC)Pearl instructed the invisible Claude to speak slowly and phonetically, so Millie can try and pronounce what he said.
"It would be better than Oui and Non constantly, yes?" She was glad of Sam's presence. She didn't feel quite so silly talking to air when it others were considering the situation normally.
Suddenly the air moved, and wind whipped through the room. Oona felt her skin tingling, and the large red stone ring on her left hand grew warm. She looked over to see a young redhaired woman float upward, her hair darkening to black, her eyes changing to match as black veins traced over her temples and cheeks.
Evil. Pearl felt it in her bones. Dark magic. The flavor of it was something familiar to her senses.
As quickly as it started it was over. But not before another source answered the call. Her eyes darted about to spot the boy with no eyebrows, his eyes were yellow.
Demon. She could feel it. But how she knew this, or why was locked away with her own name. Did anyone else see it, or recognize it for what it was?
"This is very, very bad." She muttered.
[Doctor]
Date: 2007-02-21 12:44 am (UTC)Oh well, Did he feel like a Chris or a John?
His attention wavered as Vikki did a neat bit of a trick, followed by some levitation and some windwork from another party.
Could everyone do somethin?
/Well you did that calming thing with me this morning./ His blonde companion's voice came to him clearly, but her lips didn't move.
/I wasn't wonderin' that aloud, luv./ He smirked as she turned to look at him.
/Blimey, we can hear each other's thoughts?/ Her eyes got wide and she looked a bit spooked.
/Only the loud ones, else we'd have been hearin each other think all along. Wonder if we're the only telepaths?/
/Can anyone hear me?/ The girl mentally shouted.
No one around the room seemed to react.
/Can anyone hear me?/ He mentally sent out, instinctively dropping a barrier she didn't realize he had in his mind.
((OOC: Rose is ONLY telepathic with the Doctor thanks to Bad Wolf and the nanogene menace. They also share an empathic link. None of the other telepaths can hear her. But the amnesiac alien just dropped his shields and gave a shout out. That ought to give all the telepaths/psychics present a headache they won't forget. >I'm evil<)
[Molly]
Date: 2007-02-21 12:57 am (UTC)Frank's eyes were making her want to vomit as well, which was not a good thing.
She had the urge to run from this place and only by digging her nails into her palms was she able to maintain any semblance of control.
Luckily Bond guy managed to offer a form of distraction.
"Klaatu barada nikto!" he muttered, then cursed.
"Excuse me, in the middle of all this, did you just tell Gort to stand down?"
((OOC: Ahh... Every time it was used in the evil dead movies I yelled "The Day The Earth Stood Still."))
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