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[Sam Tyler] Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?
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.
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.
[Doctor]
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<)
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