crossing_lostrp | [Sam Tyler] Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?

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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.

Current Mood: confused

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Damon watched the taller man focus on a chair that soon skittered a few feet across the floor. The man said that he could sense emotions, a feat that Damon noticed that he shared. He craned his neck for the hot British woman, Ami and saw that she was paused in the doorway, staring back in the room. /Are you telekinetic?/

Her head swiveled to meet his gaze and she nodded.

Damon considered that. He looked to Vikki and back to Ami. /Did you lift her?/

A ghost of a smile passed over Ami's face, quickly banished. /I was testing. Didn't think I'd actually pull it off./

He barely suppressed a grin at her mischievousness. He felt his second pang of the day. First was losing the memory of his girlfriend/wife and son and the second was the loss of friendship with this woman. At least he hoped they had been friends; Damon couldn't fathom sharing his mind with someone he disliked.

Damon's attention settled on a nearby table and he concentrated. The table shook, then lifted. Startled, he lost control of whatever he was doing and it crashed back to the floor with a loud thud. Claire yelped in surprise, his son whined in protest. Damon gave her a sheepish smile and projected reassurance to them both.

To the room at large he announced, "Empathic and telepathic here too."

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Once the commotion started Sam had positioned himself between the albino beauty and the blonde bisexual presumably speaking to a French ghost and the group who seemed to be moving things with their minds. Part of him wanted to dismiss it as complete rubbish, while the rest of his mind reluctantly accepted it. He had the dubious feeling that he'd seen some strange shite before losing his memory.

Since the psychics weren't causing any trouble, Sam joined the women conversing with thin air. The ghost, according to the blonde Yank, knew his name: Claud. He understood a bit of the pale girl's French, but not enough to follow. "What else has he said?" Sam asked. He hadn't completely bought into the supposed ghost, but it wouldn't hurt to play along.

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'Michelle' looked at the display of telekinetics in awe. For some reason her mind was instinctually calculating the amount of energy that would be required to do what at least 3 people were displaying.

It also made her feel left out. So of course she had to try for herself. Screwing up her face in a look of concentration, Michelle raised her hand and pictured the table floating.

What happened next was definitely not what anyone expected. A sudden wind whipped up around Michelle as she began to levitate. Her eyes turned pitch black, as did the roots of her hair and the veins in her face and neck. The table that the redheaded man had moved suddenly flew up into the air and against the wall, where it seemed to meld with the concrete. Just as suddenly as it began, the wind disappeared, and Michelle collapsed to the ground, seemingly exhausted.

"Seems I'm telekinetic too," Michelle said weakly to the surprised faces. "With a little less control than the others as well."

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Frank gaped at the levitating, black-eyed... thing. (Could be a demon, someone possessed by a demon, or a witch,) he supposed as he drew his hunting knife. Dropping into a defensive crouch, Frank began to wonder why on earth he'd think that.

The thought was quickly pushed out by a tingling heat under his skin. The beautiful demon/witch's power was seductive. Frank bit his lip to not move closer. Whatever she was, Michelle was dangerous. He needed to stay with Ricardo.

OOC: Sam's got a bad case of yellow demon eyes again. *cackles*

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As soon as Michelle raised her hand, that prickling feeling of danger May had felt twice so far - first when the girl had screamed, second when she had to avoid an elbow in the face from Millie - exploded.

She moved without thinking and bent backwards, her spine curving like a question mark as the table went flying past her face into the nearby wall. May stared at it, confused. Had she not felt it coming and remained where she was, she'd have gotten a table leg in the face for her trouble. (Felt it coming? How do you feel a flying table in the face coming before it happens?) "Um, maybe we should hold off and take the demonstrations outside? Or at least somewhere with more space?"

Then the sensation returned, not as pronounced, but it was... coming from another direction. The more she felt it, the easier it was to pinpoint it. She turned in the direction of the new warning and did a double take at the two guys standing together. On top of the slight twinge of familiarity they invoked - first time since she'd woken up - she couldn't not stare at the taller one. "Whoa, what's with your eyes?"

((OOC: Aaand going to a meeting. Stop waiting on me, anyone who is!))

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Willow's not planning on channeling anything any time soon, especially when someone points out the physical changes her demonstration invoked (hint, hint). She's going to be absolutely mortified for a while - the amnesia has given her a first season personality with sixth season skills. :)

On the subject of the changes - they'll fade over time, she should be back to normal completely in about an hour.

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"Okay okay okay, I think May's right. Let's hold off on experiments for a bit. Not good in such a crowded room." 'Vikki' eyed the table with interest, wondering how it had managed to pass partially through the wall. She pulled herself back from the brink of experimenting herself, mindful of what she'd just said. It would indeed be unwise to test the limits of her abilities in a crowded underground room.

She got up and started hobbling to the door which led outside, wincing as her feet protested her weight on them. It felt like tenderness rather than damage though.

At least I'm healing from whatever it was, she thought, opening the door.

"So if anybody wants to come and experiment, and look around a bit to see if we can figure out where we are, I'll be climbing these stairs for a bit," she said, then turned her attention to the task of negotiating the steps which led outside.

Across the room, 'Liz' watched 'Vikki' start tackling the stairs, wincing frequently.

She should be sitting still, 'Liz' thought, but made no move to suggest that or offer assistance. That didn't seem like the sort of thing she'd do for some reason. She turned her attention to Daniel Jackson, frowning. Something about his name was familiar. Something...

She shook her head. Whatever it was tickling at the edge of her mind wasn't sufficient to resolve into any useful information. Perhaps she'd remember later. She hoped she would, or she'd be stuck here with no idea who she was forever.

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"Well there's something you don't see every day," Bond observed. "Unless you're us, apparently," he added.

Michelle's brief transformation had looked unnervingly familiar, as if he'd seen it before--or something like it, at least. May's inhumanly flexibility was pretty eye-opening, too. And...Frank's hungery, yellow-eyed look at Michelle didn't bode well either.

Bond flexed the fingers of his left hand--his real hand. Muttering quietly to himself, he said, "Klaatu barada nikto!" and gestured at one of the unoccupied tables, willing...something to happen.

Nada. Zippo. Zilch. Nothing.

"Damn," Bond said. (I guess I'll just have to get by on my dashing good looks and savoir faire.)

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Daisy found herself edging closer to...whatever his name was. The man she was sleeping with to all appearances. Far from seeming threatening--and waking up to a strange naked man in your bed couldn't be anything but--he now seemed like an island of normality. He wasn't displaying--or claiming--the sort of powers best left to comic books and bad b-movies. Normal was safe. Normal was good.

Because this room was apparently full of people with bizarre and frightening abilities. And disabilities, since apparently she was the only person aside from Millie who could see the Frenchman. Or hear him. Daisy had no idea what to make of that.

"Maybe..." Daisy said to him, "Maybe we should go back to our--to that--room and see if we can find our passports. Or something else that will let us know who we are."

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Getting answers out of Claud was slow going. Albino Girl translated Millie's questions, and Claud had resigned himself to giving simple answers, mostly yes or no, things Millie could repeat without mangling them too badly.

One of the Englishmen had approached them and asked what Claud had told them. "He knows who he is," Millie said. "He doesn't know any of us. That's about it so far."

Millie looked at Albino Girl. "Ask him if he knows where we are."

Claud listened and then nodded. He spoke. Millie repeated what he said. Albino Girl frowned. She asked a question in French. Claud nodded firmly. "Oui," he said.

"What? What is it?" Millie demanded. "He says yes, whatever it is."

"He says we're on the Island of Lost Souls."

Millie rolled her eyes. "How poetic. Can he be a little more specific?"

"Yes," Albino Girl said. "He says it's in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."

"We're on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean!?" Millie asked loudly.

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Molly was trying not to completely freak out. Really hard. Michelle's little trick had sent off all kinds of mental alarm bells, and made her skin itch and stomach twist. Something was just not right about it. Unlike the changing table's color, this was just... wrong on whole new levels of wrong.

Frank's eyes were making her want to vomit as well, which was not a good thing.

She had the urge to run from this place and only by digging her nails into her palms was she able to maintain any semblance of control.

Luckily Bond guy managed to offer a form of distraction.

"Klaatu barada nikto!" he muttered, then cursed.

"Excuse me, in the middle of all this, did you just tell Gort to stand down?"

((OOC: Ahh... Every time it was used in the evil dead movies I yelled "The Day The Earth Stood Still."))

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It's getting a little bit crowded round here. Let's move the action up here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/126990.html).

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While trying to come up with a name the Doctor patted down his pockets. Maybe he had a passport somewhere. He found a cigar shaped rod with a blue light on the end, that he just KNEW was more than a torch, a billfold holding a blank piece of paper, a yo-yo, some paper clips, some twine, a metal disk with flashing blue lights, some very odd silver and gold coins, and a pass card of some sort with the legend U.N.I.T across the top, a picture... oh well, look at the ears, and the words Doctor,The. Was he a doctor then?

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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It's getting a little bit crowded round here. Let's move the action up here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/126990.html).

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Pearl shrugged. "I'm not sure. Millie doesn't speak French but... Parlez lentement par le bruit. Ainsi elle peut le répéter à moi."

Pearl instructed the invisible Claude to speak slowly and phonetically, so Millie can try and pronounce what he said.

"It would be better than Oui and Non constantly, yes?" She was glad of Sam's presence. She didn't feel quite so silly talking to air when it others were considering the situation normally.

Suddenly the air moved, and wind whipped through the room. Oona felt her skin tingling, and the large red stone ring on her left hand grew warm. She looked over to see a young redhaired woman float upward, her hair darkening to black, her eyes changing to match as black veins traced over her temples and cheeks.

Evil. Pearl felt it in her bones. Dark magic. The flavor of it was something familiar to her senses.

As quickly as it started it was over. But not before another source answered the call. Her eyes darted about to spot the boy with no eyebrows, his eyes were yellow.

Demon. She could feel it. But how she knew this, or why was locked away with her own name. Did anyone else see it, or recognize it for what it was?

"This is very, very bad." She muttered.