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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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[Gene]
Date: 2007-02-18 09:39 pm (UTC)He trailed off, "Samuel Tyler's" words finally clicking. Time to shrug off - or at least ignore - the hangover. "DI Tyler? DCI Hunt here, also Manchester, though I can't say as you look familiar. Did you meet the fella who wants us to meet in here, then?"
The younger man, who might well be his subordinate, sounded patiently tolerant rather than simply reporting the facts, indicating the Nip for some reason. "No, sir - this young man passed the message along."
"Oh, and I suppose you understand his every word, eh? Thought not." Hunt scowled. "Well, this mystery man had better bring some fucking answers with him."
He stood, fought the swimming sensation in his brain, then stalked towards what could be an external door. Yanking on the handle, he blinked in the bright morning sun. This was not right, not right at all. This was a fucking jungle.
"Where on God's green Earth are we?"
[Isabel]
Date: 2007-02-18 11:47 pm (UTC)"Nobody knows!" Isabel snapped, finally managing to get to her feet, although the pain was rather unpleasant. "Nobody remembers who they are or where we are or why, and nobody's got any idea what's going on, so stop asking pointless questions and start figuring out answers."
She held up a hand when he started to speak again.
"And if you don't have anything helpful to say, you might be better employed seeing if there's anything here we can eat. You're not the only one who's hungry." As if on cue, Isabel's stomach growled. Her feet provided a stab of pain as a counterpoint and she winced. "Some painkillers wouldn't go amiss either, if anybody's seen any?"
OOC Response
Date: 2007-02-19 12:09 am (UTC)Re: OOC Response
Date: 2007-02-19 12:27 am (UTC)[Sam Tyler, Dean]
Date: 2007-02-18 11:57 pm (UTC)Hunt rounded on him. His off-balance wobble made the big man's growl lot less intimidating. "Oi! Watch your tone with me, boy." Dean rolled his eyes and sniffed.
"Right then," Sam said as he walked to the open door. "Everyone just cool down. I'm sure whoever suggested this meeting will arrive soon." Standing between his superior -- (Please don't let this Neanderthal be my CO) -- and the doorway, he added, "Sir, let's not add another variable to the equation. Enough is uncertain already."
[Doctor]
Date: 2007-02-19 12:59 am (UTC)"That they're there at all is really creepy. Even in the bedroom. Like we're bein' studied." The cute blond frowned. If this is some sort of study, you think we volunteered?"
Redirect: Thread Merger
Date: 2007-02-19 01:21 am (UTC)[Willow] What is this, Big Brother?
Date: 2007-02-19 01:25 am (UTC)"Well, the cameras look like they are connected to something by a coaxial cable, which definitely would give them a finite range, about 350 meters* is the maximum range for coaxial cables, but that assumes there isn't a repeater or an attenuator in the line, but that still gives us a finite range to work with because it wouldn't be very cost effective to run cables over a very long distance..."
Everybody else looked at Willow strangely as she rambled on, seemingly without the need to breathe.
"What?" Willow asked. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Well Red," Faith vocalized what everyone else had been thinking, "You just talked for like 2 minutes straight without breathing."
Willow blinked. "That just came out. I have no clue why or where it came from either."
* - I pulled this number out of my ass. I don't remember the real number and don't feel like looking it up. Doesn't really matter, but Willow *would* know the real number.
OOC: Redirect
Date: 2007-02-19 01:44 am (UTC)