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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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[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)