[Sam Tyler] Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?

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Who: 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.

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"We speak English, but don't know if I cook." Rose spoke up after looking at the very rude man as if he were something she scraped off her shoe.

"We were told to meet in here, so someone's in charge. Hopefully someone who knows what this is all about. I'm right sure I don't like waking up not knowing who I am." The Doctor pulled a chair for his female companion, and she smiled at him as she took the seat across from the DI.

He wasn't about to mention that he felt a tickle in his mind, beyond his evident psychic connection to his girlfriend?wife? Something musical and confused pulling at him. But while it was felt it was just out of reach. Evidently he had forgotten how to access it.

[Faith]

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Conversation died as a group of people wandered into the room. A cute Asian guy led the parade of odd people into the room. They all stood out for various different reasons and Faith figured that not a one of them would be easy to ignore in a crowd. Her attention was particularly drawn to the tall, gangly man with oversized ears. He had a presence that just commanded attention.

Then the drunk British guy made some racial crack.

Faith rounded on him with a growl, "It's the twenty-first century, Pops and any cop who didn't want to lose his badge or get his ass in a sling keeps that kind of shit attitude to himself. And nobody here is your damn short-order cook, either. There's a woman over there hurting, and that makes your drunken racist ass kinda secondary."

Faith leaped off the table, briefly wowed at her own grace and then glowered at the loud mouth Brit. "So shut the fuck up before I shut you up. You wanna eat? Go cook it yourself."

As her tirade wound down and she stalked toward the chick in the hospital gown, Faith replayed her words.

(How the hell do I know it's the twenty-first century when I don't know anything else?)

[Daniel]

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Daniel had to drag the geeky scientist from the make-shift geek lab. He wasn't being rude when he thought of it as a 'Geek Lab,' considering that was what the sign on the door said. He actually had to grab the man and drag him physically along by the arm after his first three attempts to garner cooperation ended up with the scientist finding one last reason to run back down the hall.

"Do you remember who you are?" Daniel demanded of the man.

"Yes, I'm ... I'm Rodney McKay!" The man shifted arrogantly and folded his arms across his chest. As he did, the glitter of a chain reflected off the light. Daniel reached and the man stepped back, "What are you doing?"

"Did you know that before or after you read the dog tags around your neck?" Daniel asked, partly amused by the man's antics.

"After. I mean, before. I mean -"

"Look, McKay," Daniel spoke slowly and patiently as though to a small child, "You've experienced a sudden and complete loss. You're not the only one, so please just come with me."

"I'm a genuis physicist!"

"You remember that?"

"No, but I know things and this stuff in here ... well, it's advanced!"

The argument continued all the way to the cafeteria. Daniel blinked at those gathered there, glad to see that the Japanese man had managed to herd a good number. Of course, he wasn't glad to feel all eyes turn to him and he stood tensely in the doorway. "Um, I'm Daniel Jackson," he pulled his dog tags out and waved them before the swell of questions could start, "Does anyone else happen to know who they are?"

Beside him, McKay continued to grumble.

[Dean]

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just jumping in again...kinda lost for the moment. I think this is the active thread

Dean hadn't been saying anything mostly because he just couldn't seem to get his mind off of Francis (for some reason, he was very worried about him) and his eyes off the beautiful brunette who obviously was not afraid to speak her mind considering the way she took down the old man.

"Very nice. I betcha you are a gymnast." He said with much admiration after watching her graceful moves.

[Daisy]

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"What, so nobody can see that guy but me?" "Millie" demanded, looking around at everyone.

Daisy fidgeted uneasily. The man beside her--the man she'd been in bed with--noticed. "Something wrong?" he asked very quietly. Then a wry grin pulled one side of his mouth up. "Something more, I mean?"

Daisy hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I see him too."

"You see the invisible Frenchman?"

"He's not invisible," Daisy objected. "He's right there! How can everyone else not see or hear him?"

Daisy was about to reply when the Frenchman's tone changed abruptly. She looked at him. He was staring at Millie with his mouth open. He pointed from Millie to himself repeatedly, asking something. Then he grinned in vast relief and started babbling questions judging by the tone. Millie looked slightly alarmed and took a half step backward.

The Frenchman cried for joy and rushed her, catching her up in a bear hug, swinging her around as he babbled happily. His voice competed with Millie's insistent demands that he put her down. Her discomfort must have gotten through to him for he set her down again and took a step back.

He continued to babble. Millie shook her head repeatedly. "No speaka de French," she said. "No hablas Englais!"

[Ami]

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Ami decided to stay where she was while Scott signed the list. While there was something oddly comforting about being surrounded by a number of people in the same position as she, being jostled and bumped wasn't high on her to-do list. Ami had no fears regarding touching people – touching the girl and the older woman showed that the rush of hormones evidently only attached itself to Scott – but she didn't feel the need to put herself in the middle of the action.

She observed her fellows quietly, first focusing her attention on the red haired Yank and his Aussie – unless she missed her guess at the accent -- girlfriend/child-bride/wife and their young son. (I didn't even have to ask what sex he was.) Yet another oddity to examine later. The man in question looked her way more than a few times, and they had a meeting of the minds and decided that they needed to talk later.

/We don't exactly need privacy, I guess,/ the American observed, /But despite people seeing people who aren't there and changing furniture colors, I don't see anyone screaming 'I'm telepathic.'/

/Did you hear the other one? There was someone else -/

/Is anybody out there?/ came the prompt as if on cue.

/That someone else?/ Ami could hear the laughter in the other man's 'voice.' /Yeah, kid, there's someone out here. Two someones./

Indignation and insult roiled into Ami. She winced slightly from the volume of the retort. /I'm not a kid./

/Of course you're not,/ the other American responded. /You're what? Seventeen? Eighteen?/

The annoyance grew. Ami turned her head. Peering through the crowd she spotted the teen glaring at the red head from across the room.

/You aren't a child, you're right,/ Ami intervened quickly.

/And I don't need to be patronized./

/Fine,/ Ami rolled her eyes. /Honestly, I'm only trying to keep the peace in my head./ Best not to mention how much it felt as though he was new at this, particularly when she didn't have any evidence to back it up. /Would you at least be willing to talk to us later? After things settle a bit?/

He met her gaze and then quickly looked away. /I'll think about it./

/Good enough./

[OOC: sophiedb, hope this works okay for you. I figured Jon would be surly and resistant.]