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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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[Millie] I have arrived!
Date: 2007-02-18 09:39 pm (UTC)People moved out of her way with differing degrees of haste. She got a lot of curious looks. She figured most of them were the same curious looks she was giving everyone else. The appraising "do I know him/her?" look. Or in Millie's case, the "Have I slept with him/her?" look. Embarrassing as it was, Millie had to wonder about the women as well as the men, given where she'd awakened.
Some might be due to the wet hair and generally damp appearance that she and her companions presented. Millie, Coppertone Gal and Studmuffin had taken very, very quick showers before hurrying off to find the cafeteria. Millie had had to crack the whip over Coppertone and Studly; they had looked ready to do it again right there in the showers.
The indulgent grins they gave her when she yelled at them hadn't improved her mood any. Neither did the fact that it was jealousy as much as embarrassment that prompted her to interfere. Watching them warming up had left Millie wanting to join in--and she was sure she'd have been welcome--but the notion of such a public display of affection left her cheeks flaming.
(Not that it always stops you,) a tiny voice reminded her. (Remember where you woke up....)
Millie spotted the dark-haired woman she'd woken up with just kneeling besides a blonde woman in green scrubs with bandages on her feet. Her bedmate noticed Millie, Coppertone and Studly at the same time. She waved and said, "Hey, lovers! You finally made it! Figured out any names yet?"
Millie slapped a hand over her face. "Oh god...."
[Jack]
Date: 2007-02-18 10:41 pm (UTC)"Nope. Still only know Millie's name. But I think I want to be called Alan... or maybe Chad. Do I look more like an Alan or a Chad?" He looked from Millie to green eyes.
[Coppertone Girl]
Date: 2007-02-19 12:21 am (UTC)Millie had lowered her hand, though she was looking a little red faced at the moment. She peered from Studly's face to hers, then leaned back and glanced down at where she was copping a feel. Millie rolled her eyes and made an annoyed sound.
Crossing her arms and pouting--Coppertone suspected that Mille pouted a lot--Millie asked of the room at large, "Does anybody here know who they are?"
[Sam]
Date: 2007-02-19 12:41 am (UTC)[Blaise]
Date: 2007-02-19 12:57 am (UTC)At Sam's surprised look, he fished out his dog tags and displayed them. "My name is Parker Blaise. And I'm in the military--apparently. No idea what service, though. Presumably the US military since I don't sound like these two," he added pointing at the two men with English accents.
[Jack]
Date: 2007-02-19 01:04 am (UTC)Looking at the glower sent his way 'Alan' held up his hands in surrender. He was very obviously armed, but not placing hands anywhere likely to get him shot. Parker Blaise apparently kept himself gender specific. "No, I'm serious. Lots of guys in the military get tattoos with their branch on it. Kinda a declaration of permanent fidelity. Might give you a branch at least."
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Date: 2007-02-19 01:21 am (UTC)