[Veronica] -Where the hell am I going?
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crossing_lostrpWho: Veronica
Where: Stumbling upon the bunker
When: After the amnesia hits
Invited: Anyone!
Status: Complete
When Veronica left the beach to head to the bunker, she knew who she was. On her way there however, things got hazy, and then all of a sudden like magic she had no idea whatsoever who she was or what she was doing. She also didn’t know where she was going or where she came from. This was a terrible feeling for the teenager, who felt pretty helpless at this turn of events. She knew things, like she knew who the first president was, and how many things were in a Baker’s Dozen, but she didn’t know who she was, and that was terrifying.
When it hit her, she felt dizzy and weird. She had no clue what was going on. It was a horrible thing to not know who you were, and to just have everything in your mind be completely blank.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I dead? Maybe this is my coping mechanism… That might make sense, right?
It occurred to her, while she was walking, that it just might be a good idea to check her pockets, so she took a moment to sit down and breathe. She pulled out a wallet and inside were several pictures of people, and she was in some of them, but she didn’t know who the other people were. She also noticed that she had several IDs. Most of them bore the name Veronica Mars, one of them was for a 17 year old Veronica Mars, one for a 22 year old Veronica Mars, and one for a 24 year old Veronica Mars. There were a couple others with different names on them, which was greatly confusing to the already horribly confused girl.
What the hell kind of name is Veronica Mars? That must be fake.
For now she had to go by something, and judging by these IDs, Veronica seemed to be the best bet. But how old was she? She certainly didn’t think that she was 22 or 24, so that probably meant that she was 17. She looked at some of the pictures, flipping them over to see if names meant anything. Only one picture had writing on the back of it, and it was one of her and some other taller blonde girl. It said.
Lilly and Veronica, ages 16 and 15
Who was this Lilly? Was she Veronica’s sister? Veronica didn’t know why but looking at this picture of Lilly and herself made her very said.
Frustrated, she put everything back in her wallet, tucking it away, while playing with the star necklace around her neck. She didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed like it was important to her somehow. She continued walking until she was nearly exhausted and had reached some kind of…bunker.
“What the hell?”
Where: Stumbling upon the bunker
When: After the amnesia hits
Invited: Anyone!
Status: Complete
When Veronica left the beach to head to the bunker, she knew who she was. On her way there however, things got hazy, and then all of a sudden like magic she had no idea whatsoever who she was or what she was doing. She also didn’t know where she was going or where she came from. This was a terrible feeling for the teenager, who felt pretty helpless at this turn of events. She knew things, like she knew who the first president was, and how many things were in a Baker’s Dozen, but she didn’t know who she was, and that was terrifying.
When it hit her, she felt dizzy and weird. She had no clue what was going on. It was a horrible thing to not know who you were, and to just have everything in your mind be completely blank.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I dead? Maybe this is my coping mechanism… That might make sense, right?
It occurred to her, while she was walking, that it just might be a good idea to check her pockets, so she took a moment to sit down and breathe. She pulled out a wallet and inside were several pictures of people, and she was in some of them, but she didn’t know who the other people were. She also noticed that she had several IDs. Most of them bore the name Veronica Mars, one of them was for a 17 year old Veronica Mars, one for a 22 year old Veronica Mars, and one for a 24 year old Veronica Mars. There were a couple others with different names on them, which was greatly confusing to the already horribly confused girl.
What the hell kind of name is Veronica Mars? That must be fake.
For now she had to go by something, and judging by these IDs, Veronica seemed to be the best bet. But how old was she? She certainly didn’t think that she was 22 or 24, so that probably meant that she was 17. She looked at some of the pictures, flipping them over to see if names meant anything. Only one picture had writing on the back of it, and it was one of her and some other taller blonde girl. It said.
Lilly and Veronica, ages 16 and 15
Who was this Lilly? Was she Veronica’s sister? Veronica didn’t know why but looking at this picture of Lilly and herself made her very said.
Frustrated, she put everything back in her wallet, tucking it away, while playing with the star necklace around her neck. She didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed like it was important to her somehow. She continued walking until she was nearly exhausted and had reached some kind of…bunker.
“What the hell?”
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[George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-02-26 06:49 am (UTC)Millie wasn't much of a cook--she didn't think. Certainly she had little idea how to help the redhead make breakfast. Since she'd made it clear that anyone who didn't help her didn't eat, Millie hovered a little, grabbed a couple of things from the refrigerator, searched for utensils and generally did as little as possible to earn a share of the meal.
She paid little attention to the arguments over what year it was or was not, what ancient British television shows people remembered, and whether there ever had been or could be a female Prime Minister. The Detective Inspector was a Grade-A Asshole (make that arsehole, Millie thought and laughed at her own joke). When he wasn't demanding that anyone in a skirt...well, anyone with tits cook for him, he was insulting the men. Millie wasn't entirely sure what a 'poof' was, but she was morally certain that it wasn't a compliment.
Millie kept an eye out for Claud too, but he didn't reappear. She wondered if he were wandering around outside. Tiring of the loud conversation--it wasn't quite a fight, yet--Millie decided to find out.
She walked over to the heavy metal door that opened onto the concrete stairwell she'd glimpsed earlier. Millie pulled it open. Then she gaped at the blonde girl standing in front of her.
"Uh...hi," Millie said.
[Veronica]
Date: 2007-02-26 03:53 pm (UTC)Veronica was thoroughly confused. She had no idea where she was or what she had just stumbled across. The girl had said hi to her, but Veronica didn’t recognize her at all. She didn’t know that she was supposed to, but she definitely had no idea who she was, which was probably related to the fact that at the moment Veronica didn’t know who she was. She knew her name, or at least what was supposed to be her name, that was still debatable. But she didn’t know much else.
This girl here, had said hi to her, but it didn’t sound like a friendly hi, more like a what-are-you-doing-here, kind of greeting. So maybe this girl didn’t know her. That was plausible. Almost anything was at this point.
Veronica sighed, looking around for anything she might recognize, without moving from the spot she was standing in.
I can’t believe I’m about to say this…
“So this is gonna sound really weird, but I have no idea who I am, or why I was coming here. Or you know…anything else for that matter.”
That sounded great…
Yeah…
And now they can lock me up or something cuz I’ve lost it…
Well, this was awkward. She didn’t know what to say next. So she would wait.
[George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-02-26 04:31 pm (UTC)She stepped back and opened the door wider. "C'mon on in. Nobody here remembers who they are either. Some of us have passports or dog tags so we think we know who they are. You got anything like that?"
[Veronica]
Date: 2007-02-26 05:06 pm (UTC)Veronica walked into the complex, looking around. "So no one knows who they are?" This could not be good at all. This was insane. Like some bad dream or something. It wasn't fair.
Then she realized maybe she shouldn't have mentioned about all her IDs, it was too late to do anything about that now.
Maybe I'm a spy...
[George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-02-26 07:05 pm (UTC)Millie closed the door, after taking a long look up the stairwell at the jungle foliage. This made three people who'd wandered into the complex from outside. She wondered if there were any others lurking out there.
"Anyway..." Millie said, "Nobody else in here--" she indicated the crowd standing around a redhead who was cooking in the kitchen area "--seems to have any ID on them. Some of the others in the complex do, but they're wandering around."
"You hungry?"
Re: [George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-02-26 07:23 pm (UTC)At least she had some idea of who she was. She felt awful for the ones who didn't. This was so insane. Could it really be happening?
"A little, yeah I guess." Veronica said when she asked if she was hungry.
[George/"Millie"] paging Molly
Date: 2007-02-26 09:39 pm (UTC)"Well, c'mon," Millie said, leading her toward the crowd in the kitchen area. "That's May--that's her actual name. She found some ID. Those two are Francis and Ricardo--not their real names. That is 'Detective Inspector Gene Hunt' and he's a cop or something from England."
"And the cook is...uh...did we ever decide on a name for you?" Millie asked.
[Scott]
Date: 2007-02-27 12:36 am (UTC)"So, how’s your girlfriend then?" the pointy-eared redhead asked. "Has to be doing okay or you wouldn’t be here."
Scott opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
/What's wrong?/ Ami asked.
/That depends on your definition of 'wrong.'/ Curiosity pulsed along his and Ami's link. /Either the Irish redhead forgot she has pointy ears, or they're not 'wrong' as far as she'd concerned./ The elf? Vulcan? arched an eyebrow, prompting Scott to say something. "Uh, yeah. She's doing better. Thanks."
Scott exchanged a puzzled look with no longer yellow-eyed guy and his friend (boyfriend?), then strode to the nearest cabinet. "I'll set the table, I guess." His curiosity warred with his unease over all of the weirdness. (What's next?)
He pulled down a stack of plates, then turned to find the pouty blonde with another pretty blonde. Pouty said, "And the cook is...uh...did we ever decide on a name for you?"
"T'Pau?" the shorter of the maybe-gay duo blurted.
All eyes turned to him, including Really Tall Guy's. "I don't know which is worse; that you're that much of a dork, or that I'm enough of one to get that."
OOC: LOL
Date: 2007-02-27 12:38 am (UTC)Re: OOC: LOL
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From:[Veronica]
From:[Gene]
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From:[Scott, Sam, Dean]
From:[Mayday]
From:[Scott, Dean, Sam]
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From:[George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-03-01 03:35 am (UTC)The albino girl looked at her curiously. She wasn't the only one. Millie shrugged. "For all we know she--" she smiled apologetically at Veronica, "--uh, you walked outside just before we all lost our minds. You might have a room right here in River City and we just haven't figured it out yet."
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-03-01 12:43 pm (UTC)"Or maybe she was already en route when it happened," May pointed out. "You're not the only one who was outside. Two others came in before you. One of them went to help Daniel out, but that guy over there -" here she gestured to "Sam," who had taken a seat in the corner - "came in from outside too."
She toyed with her eggs. "I was talking to a couple of guys earlier, and it occurred to me - not all of us were in our rooms and with our own stuff when this happened. I woke up in my bunk, but I didn't even know my backpack was mine until I found a family photo in it. If Daniel doesn't manage to find info on everyone, maybe we could go searching for IDs?"
[Isabel/'Vikki']
Date: 2007-03-01 01:08 pm (UTC)"Is there any more of that?" she asked. "It smells delicious. My stomach tells me I've not eaten for quite a while, and if you'd seen what's under these bandages you'd know I need plenty of nutrition right now."
[Ami]
Date: 2007-03-01 01:43 pm (UTC)"I'm not one hundred percent certain how long ago it was, I didn't finish my entire journal yet," Ami told the girl, desperately wishing she knew her name. She fumbled, skimming the surface of her mind and 'Pearl' sprang out. "But for what I did read, it had already been over two weeks with no promising signs of rescue."
Scott's curiosity carried over to her, and somehow knowing that he was listening as raptly as Pearl made her continue talking. "According to the pilot, the aeroplane was about 1000 miles off course, so search and rescue doesn't even know where we are. If they are looking for us, they're looking in the wrong place."
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-03-01 02:03 pm (UTC)As Vikki asked about food, May got up and headed for the remains of the casserole, grabbing a plate and fork. Fortunately, there were a couple of scoops left, and she put a large scoop on the plate before bringing the serving over to Vikki. She turned back to the kitchen, checking the contents of the cabinet and the fridge. There were at least half a dozen people unaccounted for, and they'd probably be hungry when they got back too.
"If there's been no sign of rescue, how come we're here?" she added at Ami's comment, looking up from the fridge inspection. "You'd think that if we found some civilization, there'd be a means to contact the outside world. It's not like this kitchen's shown any signs of going unused; there are eggs in the fridge that haven't gone bad yet, so unless there's a chicken farm in the jungle somebody's getting food in somehow."
[Isabel/'Vikki']
Date: 2007-03-01 03:29 pm (UTC)"Chickens aren't all that hard to keep for eggs," she said. "There could be a chicken farm just outside, but since we've not looked, we don't know about it yet. What about the other stuff though? I mean, from what I've seen of the kitchen this stuff's properly packaged, it's not the result of some cottage freehold. I think you're right, there's contact with the outside world somehow."
[Dean/"Ricardo"]
Date: 2007-03-01 10:09 pm (UTC)Ricardo slammed his fork down. "A *thousand* miles off course!? When I found out which one of us is the pilot, I'm gonna kick his ass!"
Francis laid one hand on his shoulder. "Hey, chill. We don't even know if the pilot's here, let alone survived. 'Sides, the pilot could be a woman."
Ricardo frowned. He wouldn't kick a chick's ass. Not unless she threw the first punch, anyway.
Hunt's coarse laugh cut through Ricardo's thoughts. "A bird pilot? I don't care how many bloody years in the future it is. No one in their right mind would board an aeroplane piloted by a woman. They can't even drive!"
Several chairs scraped against the lineoleum as Ricardo, Francis, and a few other stood. Ricardo jabbed at finger at the jerk. "*You* are going to learn to keep ass-backwards opinions to yourself."
Francis looked from Ricardo to Hunt and back. "What my... uh, friend is trying to say is that if you expect anyone to help you in any way, shape, or form, you'd better lay off the insults."
OOC
Date: 2007-03-01 10:15 pm (UTC)[Molly] Getting her Irish up
Date: 2007-03-01 11:15 pm (UTC)She just couldn't remember doing it. And it was more than frustrating, she was near to tears with it. But she wasn't going to break. No, she let her anger take the frustration.
"Keep it up asshole and I will personally take you apart. I don't give a flying fuck if you're a cop. I'll show you what this bird can do, and when you regain consciousness you can spend the time your bones are healing rethinking your rude, belligerent, outdated, outmoded and frankly moronic attitude." She half advanced on him, her pupils narrowing in her anger, giving them a distinctly oval appearance.
"I can't remember my own name, my own mother, who I am or what I've done with my life. I'm stuck in some crazy Twilight Zone episode with a bunch of stranger, who could be my best friends or greatest enemies for all I know. But I'll damn well treat them with respect and decency, because they're in the same fuckin' boat as I am and just as confused. I will not tolerate any more of your shit. You want to sling it, go to the goddamn bathroom and while your in their stick your head in and flush a few times."
Her face was flushed with her anger, and she felt her nails bite into her palms. "Do I make myself clear?" She had moved in close enough to poke him in the chest.
Oddly enough, he didn't seem to be looking her in the face, but seemed horribly enthralled by her... what.. her hair?
[Oona (Pearl)]
Date: 2007-03-02 12:20 am (UTC)Oona finished her meal at last and had to work on keeping it down. She had definitely not eaten in a while. Days possibly.
"It still doesn't explain this place. If we crashed, then what is this place and why are we here?"
Just then the beligerant male, out of his time, evidently said something to offend once more. Seats scraped, and people looked poised for a fight.
Then Molly seemed to let loose at the man.
Pearl almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-03-02 02:37 am (UTC)"Whatever the answer to that is," May sighed, "I don't think I'm going to like it much." She moved to take the dirty plates from those who had finished eating and soon had a hefty stack in her hands.
She was already standing when the asshole pretty much proved he was an idiot to boot, but she would have jumped up with the rest of them had she been seated - partly to give him a piece of her mind and partly to keep anyone else from wasting a punch on him.
Molly beat her to the first part. At the gobsmacked look on the older man's face, May couldn't help but smirk. "Don't look at me, pal. You were asking for it."
The other two guys still looked like they were itching for a fight, so May made a production of having difficulty carrying the stack of dishes. "Hey, James Dean or whatever your name is," she said to the shorter and conveniently closer one. "Can you give me a hand with this?"
[Ami]
Date: 2007-03-02 03:30 am (UTC)(He's afraid of her, but not of all the men who wanted to pummel him?) Ami thought in disbelief. Even Scott had risen to his feet, but whatever annoyance he might have been feeling had disappated a bit as he looked curiously toward DCI Hunt as well.
/Weird,/ Scott 'said.' Actually, Ami got the impression that he thought it and she hadn't been meant to overhear.
Still she answered. /You feel that too?/ The brush against his mind drew her attention to the fact that she'd wrapped her hand around his and was tugging him gently back into his seat. Awareness drove home the pleasant almost-tingling sensation, but fortunately, the distraction of the almost-fight and the not-quite-right-fear kept them both grounded.
Ami, however, didn't let go of his hand.
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[George/"Millie"]
Date: 2007-03-02 06:26 am (UTC)"Ooooh, somebody's gonna get his ass kicked if he ain't careful!" Millie said. She shrugged. "Time to pay for breakfast, I guess," she said. She stood up and picked up a couple of plates.
"Hey, May," Mille said, "You wanna wash or dry?"
[Veronica]
From:[Gene]
From:[Dean/"Ricardo"] Fight club
From:[Scott] Food club
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From:[Ami] Pancakes?
From:[Mayday] Fight club
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From:[Molly] Pissing in corners
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From:[Claire]
From:[Damon/Chris]
From:OOC: Overheard
From:[Scott]
From:[George/"Millie"]
From:[Mayday]
From:[George/"Millie"]
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From:[Ami, Damon/Chris]
From:[Scott] Peacemaker
From:[George/"Millie"] Alone in her head...probably.
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From:[Oona]
Date: 2007-03-04 09:14 pm (UTC)She pulled the bowels of freshly picked fruit out and found some sugar to liberally coat them with.
"Fruit sauce for the pancakes." She explained to one raised eyebrow.
Just because she wasn't eating didn't mean she couldn't help. This was something she could do sitting.
Her thighs and upper arms were shifting from throbbing ache to real pain. She must have had some pain medication before the memory loss.
Distracting herself was the best solution for now.
"I didn't have any identification in the room I awoke in, with May and Molly. None of the clothing seemed to be mine, either."
Mentally she thought she may have been there because of her injuries. The other women may have offered to look after her. "There was clothing that didn't seem to fit either of them."
(OOC: Tara stayed in the same room as Molly.)
OOC
Date: 2007-03-07 12:09 pm (UTC)Thanks!
Re: OOC
Date: 2007-03-07 02:49 pm (UTC)