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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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[Oona]
Date: 2007-02-20 12:04 am (UTC)She moved away a bit to sit down. Standing was starting to make her thighs throb with agony.
Oona's eyes went wide as Millie actually floated and spun for a moment. Something had lifted her up and moved her. The invisible Frenchman?
"Um... I speak French. Some of my thinking is in French. But I can't hear him." Oona wasn't going to doubt he was there after that little display. They had a disturbed psychic child here, so why not an invisible man? If this was some sort of science lab or experiment.
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-02-20 12:53 am (UTC)May had been standing not far from the blonde when she was whisked up and spun around by invisible hands. Just before it happened she had that odd tingling sensation in her spine - like a warning - and instinctively stepped to the side just in time to avoid having the blonde's elbow swung in her face. "Whoa! Okay, there is someone there, and -" she stopped. "Hey. I think I kinda felt him coming. At least enough to know to get out of the way before I could get smacked."
She was writing as she talked and wasn't paying attention to what she wrote until she looked at it. "Mayday? What the? Some kind of nickname?" She shrugged, put quotes around it, and wrote May Parker beside the nickname, as well as American. She thought for a second, then added (New York City?) beside that. Well, it made sense with the Midtown High School ID.
[Faith] The Name Game
Date: 2007-02-20 01:51 am (UTC)Except that believing in ghosts didn't seem to be hard to do at all.
"Well, I know where I woke up," Faith continued, moving closer to Millie, but not bothering to lower her voice at all. "You think we're all roomies, Millster, or maybe we just rotate rooms?" She gave the blonde a saucy smile and reached out to smack her lightly on the ass.
She pointedly ignored the glare and yelp of surprise. "So, I need a name. What do you think? I'm kinda partial to Buffy."
Millie recovered her dignity long enough to blink at her. "You are not a Buffy."
"Yeah, not blonde enough or bimbo enough," Faith agreed. "How about Hope? Or Diana?" She looked over to the red head and the way too pale girl, "What do you think? Am I a Diana? Or maybe a Gina?"
[Willow] A tingling of familiarity
Date: 2007-02-20 02:04 am (UTC)"I don't know about Diana or Gina, but for some reason I got a very strong feeling when you said Buffy," Willow said. "Maybe that *is* your name?"
"What about you Red?" Faith asked. "If I was picking, I'd go with Lily. Or maybe Michelle. That name definitely fits you."
Willow shrugged. "I didn't find any ID, but I didn't really look that hard either, what with the dark and the confusion and all. Michelle works for now." She signed her assumed name and followed it with American.
[Millie] Q & A
Date: 2007-02-20 02:24 am (UTC)The albino woman repeated the question in French. French Guy looked ridiculously pleased and began to babble again. "Stop, stop, stop!" Millie said. "Tell him," she instructed the albino woman, "that you can't hear him and ask him to tell us his name. And only his name."
"Ah," he said after the albino spoke for a moment. "Claud Marquette," he said, repeating his name a few times until Millie got it.
"He knows who he is?" Millie asked. The albino repeated her question.
Claud looked puzzled. "Oui," Claud said.
"Does he know who any of us are?"
"Non," he said, shaking his head.
Millie sighed. She had a lot of questions for him, he being the only person present who seemed to remember who he was. But it was going to take a long while to get any information from him with only yes and no answers--or trying to repeat his answers understandably.
OOC: Jumping in
Date: 2007-02-20 02:42 pm (UTC)