[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.

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[Mayday] Doing what, freaking the rest out?

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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!))

Re: OOC AWOLness

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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.

[Isabel, Alia]

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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.

[Ash/"Bond"]

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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.)

[Daisy]

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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."

[George/"Millie"]

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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.

[Molly]

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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).