[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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"We speak English, but don't know if I cook." Rose spoke up after looking at the very rude man as if he were something she scraped off her shoe.

"We were told to meet in here, so someone's in charge. Hopefully someone who knows what this is all about. I'm right sure I don't like waking up not knowing who I am." The Doctor pulled a chair for his female companion, and she smiled at him as she took the seat across from the DI.

He wasn't about to mention that he felt a tickle in his mind, beyond his evident psychic connection to his girlfriend?wife? Something musical and confused pulling at him. But while it was felt it was just out of reach. Evidently he had forgotten how to access it.

[Faith]

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Conversation died as a group of people wandered into the room. A cute Asian guy led the parade of odd people into the room. They all stood out for various different reasons and Faith figured that not a one of them would be easy to ignore in a crowd. Her attention was particularly drawn to the tall, gangly man with oversized ears. He had a presence that just commanded attention.

Then the drunk British guy made some racial crack.

Faith rounded on him with a growl, "It's the twenty-first century, Pops and any cop who didn't want to lose his badge or get his ass in a sling keeps that kind of shit attitude to himself. And nobody here is your damn short-order cook, either. There's a woman over there hurting, and that makes your drunken racist ass kinda secondary."

Faith leaped off the table, briefly wowed at her own grace and then glowered at the loud mouth Brit. "So shut the fuck up before I shut you up. You wanna eat? Go cook it yourself."

As her tirade wound down and she stalked toward the chick in the hospital gown, Faith replayed her words.

(How the hell do I know it's the twenty-first century when I don't know anything else?)

[Isabel]

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Isabel studied the new arrivals, but none of them were familiar to her. Judging by their accents, they came from all over the place. Isabel frowned briefly. She had no idea where she came from.

Figures I'd forget that along with everything else, I suppose. At least it's not just me.

She chuckled as the barely-clad and rather stunning brunette gave the rude Englishman a thorough dressing-down.

"That showed him," she said as the young woman approached. "I guess you don't know who you are either, do you? I've got no ID on me. No pockets in these awful clothes."

[Millie] I have arrived!

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Millie followed the sound of conversation to the doorway of a room that she saw was full of strangers, including a clot just inside the doorway. This, she figured, must be the cafeteria in which everyone was supposed to gather. Millie walked through the doorway, announcing her arrival with "One side! Outta the way! There are people walkin' here!"

People moved out of her way with differing degrees of haste. She got a lot of curious looks. She figured most of them were the same curious looks she was giving everyone else. The appraising "do I know him/her?" look. Or in Millie's case, the "Have I slept with him/her?" look. Embarrassing as it was, Millie had to wonder about the women as well as the men, given where she'd awakened.

Some might be due to the wet hair and generally damp appearance that she and her companions presented. Millie, Coppertone Gal and Studmuffin had taken very, very quick showers before hurrying off to find the cafeteria. Millie had had to crack the whip over Coppertone and Studly; they had looked ready to do it again right there in the showers.

The indulgent grins they gave her when she yelled at them hadn't improved her mood any. Neither did the fact that it was jealousy as much as embarrassment that prompted her to interfere. Watching them warming up had left Millie wanting to join in--and she was sure she'd have been welcome--but the notion of such a public display of affection left her cheeks flaming.

(Not that it always stops you,) a tiny voice reminded her. (Remember where you woke up....)

Millie spotted the dark-haired woman she'd woken up with just kneeling besides a blonde woman in green scrubs with bandages on her feet. Her bedmate noticed Millie, Coppertone and Studly at the same time. She waved and said, "Hey, lovers! You finally made it! Figured out any names yet?"

Millie slapped a hand over her face. "Oh god...."

[Gene]

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"Twenty-first century? D'you take a knock to the 'ead or something?"

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?"

[Jack]

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Millie was obviously more confused than a simple bout of amnesia. She was obviously getting turned on in the showers, but refused to play a quick game of "who screams loudest". In fact, she was pretty adamant no one play at this point. He just couldn't understand getting turned on and not flowing with it if the other was willing. Still there was something endearing about it. Kinda blushing virgin, but from this morning... kinda not that.

"Nope. Still only know Millie's name. But I think I want to be called Alan... or maybe Chad. Do I look more like an Alan or a Chad?" He looked from Millie to green eyes.

[Isabel]

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((OOC: When did they install an external door in the cafeteria?))

"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?"

[Sam Tyler, Dean]

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"Hey, Gramps," Dean called. "Let's stay together, a'ight?"

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."

OOC Response

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According to the map on the game wiki, there _is_ an external door in the larger cafeteria. But it's below ground level and leads to a stairwell. I'd just assume that he can see jungle foliage when he looks up.

[Coppertone Girl]

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Chloe let her hand drift from the small of Studly's back down to his nice, firm tush. She gave it a friendly squeeze. "Alan," she said, "definitely an Alan. But I'll call you anything you like," she added with another squeeze to emphasize the point, and waggled her eyebrows at him in what (she hoped) was a lascivious way.

Millie had lowered her hand, though she was looking a little red faced at the moment. She peered from Studly's face to hers, then leaned back and glanced down at where she was copping a feel. Millie rolled her eyes and made an annoyed sound.

Crossing her arms and pouting--Coppertone suspected that Mille pouted a lot--Millie asked of the room at large, "Does anybody here know who they are?"

Re: OOC Response

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I'd forgotten about that. Yay for doors!

[Sam]

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Sam gradually recovered from his shock over the incredibly rude sexist pig and the remaining three members of the *foursome* who'd arrived. It took a few moments, but the tanned blonde's question finally registered. He gestured at himself, Ricardo, Blaise, Hunt, and the injured blonde. "None of us do."

[Blaise]

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"Actually," Blaise said, "I do."

At Sam's surprised look, he fished out his dog tags and displayed them. "My name is Parker Blaise. And I'm in the military--apparently. No idea what service, though. Presumably the US military since I don't sound like these two," he added pointing at the two men with English accents.

[Doctor]

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The Doctor looked up and then pointed to the three cameras positioned to cover the entire cafeteria. "Those are on. Any idea where they lead? Because they should go back further than this morning. Might give us a clue what happened, or, if nothin' else, what we were doin' yesterday, maybe with names mentioned and hints at relationships."

"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?"

[Jack]

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"Got any tatoos?" He looked the guy up and down and was prepared to help look for them. Okay, note to self, not very picky about gender and apparently highly sexed. It was good to be Alan.

Looking at the glower sent his way 'Alan' held up his hands in surrender. He was very obviously armed, but not placing hands anywhere likely to get him shot. Parker Blaise apparently kept himself gender specific. "No, I'm serious. Lots of guys in the military get tattoos with their branch on it. Kinda a declaration of permanent fidelity. Might give you a branch at least."

[Daniel]

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Daniel had to drag the geeky scientist from the make-shift geek lab. He wasn't being rude when he thought of it as a 'Geek Lab,' considering that was what the sign on the door said. He actually had to grab the man and drag him physically along by the arm after his first three attempts to garner cooperation ended up with the scientist finding one last reason to run back down the hall.

"Do you remember who you are?" Daniel demanded of the man.

"Yes, I'm ... I'm Rodney McKay!" The man shifted arrogantly and folded his arms across his chest. As he did, the glitter of a chain reflected off the light. Daniel reached and the man stepped back, "What are you doing?"

"Did you know that before or after you read the dog tags around your neck?" Daniel asked, partly amused by the man's antics.

"After. I mean, before. I mean -"

"Look, McKay," Daniel spoke slowly and patiently as though to a small child, "You've experienced a sudden and complete loss. You're not the only one, so please just come with me."

"I'm a genuis physicist!"

"You remember that?"

"No, but I know things and this stuff in here ... well, it's advanced!"

The argument continued all the way to the cafeteria. Daniel blinked at those gathered there, glad to see that the Japanese man had managed to herd a good number. Of course, he wasn't glad to feel all eyes turn to him and he stood tensely in the doorway. "Um, I'm Daniel Jackson," he pulled his dog tags out and waved them before the swell of questions could start, "Does anyone else happen to know who they are?"

Beside him, McKay continued to grumble.

Redirect: Thread Merger

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Merging All The Threads Down Here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/126066.html?thread=3950706#t3950706)

Redirect: Thread Merger

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Merging All The Threads Down Here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/126066.html?thread=3950706#t3950706)

[Willow] What is this, Big Brother?

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At the mention of cameras in the bedrooms, Willow shuddered. She hadn't noticed one in her room when she'd looked, but it had been dark. The idea of someone watching her sleep definitely squicked her out. She put the thought out of her mind as she pondered the big-eared man's question, instinctually looking to see if they were wired or not.

"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.

[Dean]

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just jumping in again...kinda lost for the moment. I think this is the active thread

Dean hadn't been saying anything mostly because he just couldn't seem to get his mind off of Francis (for some reason, he was very worried about him) and his eyes off the beautiful brunette who obviously was not afraid to speak her mind considering the way she took down the old man.

"Very nice. I betcha you are a gymnast." He said with much admiration after watching her graceful moves.

OOC: Redirect

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And then we merged all the threads down here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/126066.html?thread=3950706#t3950706)

[Blaise]

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"Yeah," Blaise said. "Parker Blaise."

He'd checked his arms for tattoos and found none. A vaccination scar on his left shoulder and a small waxy scar on his right forearm that looked like a burn scar. But no tattoos. Alan had had a good idea, though.

He eyed Alan's companions. They were both women, which...surprised him, given the way Alan had looked at him. (Guess he switch hits,) Blaise thought. (Maybe they all do,) he thought, given the dark haired girl's greeting. Millie was presentable enough, but it was the woman with the glittering green eyes who really caught his attention. She had a physical presence that a blind man couldn't miss; you couldn't miss her when she walked into the room.

Then Blaise forced himself to get back to business. He displayed his dog tags again. "My name is on these tags. Anyone else here wearing tags?"

[Kenzaki]

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Kenzaki checked to see if he was wearing any dog tags. For some reason, he knew what they were, though that was odd, given that he had no clue as to his name and where he was from. He could remember that he was from Japan and spoke Japanese. He had no clue where other than that, though.

He didn't understand most of the English, but checking for the dog tags was a natural idea that even he could figure out, since some other people were doing it. "No dog tags," he said, only somewhat disappointed. He didn't have any clue who he was, but the notion that he was in the Self Defense Force didn't make sense either.

[Gene]

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"DCI Hunt, police. Same goes for DI Tyler over there."

The fact that he didn't even know which division Tyler was in didn't faze him. Nor did the fact that he'd been an unmitigated pain in the arse for the last few minutes: if four-eyes here wanted to assume some kind of authority over the masses, he could fucking have it.

"The lass here needs painkillers, maybe more judging by those feet." Gene indicated she of the loose clothing - what kind of fashion that was, he had no idea. "Don't suppose you happen to have a first aid kit?"

[Isabel]

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Nice time to start showing some awareness of somebody else, Isabel thought, scowling at Gene. She looked at the mild-mannered Daniel Jackson.

"My feet are heavily bandaged and judging by how they feel they're quite seriously injured. I assumed this was some sort of hospital, but given all of you, I'm not so sure anymore. You're not dressed in scrubs and you don't look like doctors." She looked around the room, absently scratching at her arm. Her sleeve slid up and she gasped at what it revealed, pulling it back further and holding up her arm to study it. Most of her forearm was covered with a tracery of cuts. Most of them looked to be about the same age, many of them still covered with scabs although some appeared to have recently lost their protective covering. Red new skin peeked through and protested the motion of fabric over it. Isabel was silent for a moment.

"So whatever this place is, I don't think I'm here for my health," she said. "These are recent."