[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: 2007-03-01 12:09 am (UTC)The protest died before it really got started. She was the only person who had seen the Frenchman. The only person who could hear the Frenchman. The Frenchman who could pass through other people and walls like they weren't there. Hard to argue that the odd girl out is the only who's normal.
"Fuck," Millie said, pushing her eggs around on her plate before taking a bite. "That's creepy."
[Molly/Oona]
Date: 2007-03-01 02:21 am (UTC)"There's nothing wrong with being a medium, Millie. It might be a bit out of the ordinary, but not unheard of. It's not like you're collecting souls for personal gain or anything." Pearl felt a shiver ripple through her. She wasn't sure why.
"So far it seems most people here have something unique they can do, or some other talent that could come in handy. It's likely we're all here because of it. I'm just not certain we're here willingly." Pearl ran her fingertips over her skirt, feeling the throbbing pain and the bandage that covered it. She was a little afraid to know.
Pearl looked to Veronica. "How did you find this place from the forest? Was there a trail of some sort, or were you just wandering?"
[Ami]
Date: 2007-03-01 02:26 am (UTC)Forcing one foot in front of the other, Ami made her way to the table. She put the memories of some of the more . . . sensitive … passages out of her mind. There was an empty seat beside Scott, and she widened her gaze and her smile to include May and the curly red head with –
(Pointed ears.)
/Yeah, uh, don't stare. No one's commented on it,/ Scott's immediate reply told Ami that she hadn't been as quiet with the thought as she believed. "I made you a plate," Scott continued aloud as he pushed it in front of her.
"Thank you," Ami said sincerely. She smiled at the girl/woman who'd invited her, "I'll still do clean up to earn my breakfast, though."
She was hungrier than she thought. Ami had already shoveled two large forkfuls in her mouth when she realized that she was solely focused on her food and not the strangers around her. She was pretty certain that was rude on a number of levels. Ami tried to pull her attention to the conversation around her, but then she shifted and her leg brushed Scott's. That derailed any train of thought she might have had and she focused more intently on eating, albeit at a slower rate.
"You're eating, that's a good sign," Pointy Ears said. "Havin' an appetite is always a good indication of recovery.
Ami tried to recall her name, and failed. /Do you know her name?/ Ami prompted Scott.
/Molly,/ Scott informed her.
"Just needed a spot of rest is all," Ami said. The dubious looks she received and the slight waffle from Scott made her curious. She decided not to ask. /I found out some things,/ Ami 'told' Scott. /We were in an aeroplane wreck. All of us./
/What?!/ Scott's surprise and shock flowed into her. Amazingly, they both kept eating at the same pace without giving a sign that anything was amiss.
/I wanted to tell you first,/ Ami took another bite and looked around the table. "I, um, have a journal that I found. We're all the survivors of an aeroplane crash. That's why we're here."
Except that wasn't exactly true. They weren't *all* the survivors of the crash. Someone named Faith came on a private plane, and a pair by the name of *The Doctor* and Rose came in on some kind of ship that wasn't a boat at all, and she'd figured out who Ripley was from her encounter with the screaming girl earlier.
/We didn't all come in on the aeroplane,/ Ami added to Scott. /I'll tell you more later./
Including the parts she wasn't going to share with the room at large – the unbelievable parts about Smoke Monsters and psychic Neanderthals.
Re: [Molly/Oona]
Date: 2007-03-01 02:48 am (UTC)Millie had said something to her, and she just nodded as a reply. It had something to do with cleanup detail or something, she figured she could do that.
Finally she snapped out of it and looked at the woman addressing her now. "What? Oh I don't...I think I was just wandering I guess."
[Oona]
Date: 2007-03-01 02:56 am (UTC)The dark skinned woman, and Pearl was instantly jealous of said skin, announced that they were all in a plane crash.
That might explain her bandages... arms, legs and abdomen... but her injuries felt precisely placed, mirroring each other.
"How long ago was this? Shouldn't more people be hurt?"
Left Shift!
Date: 2007-03-01 03:38 am (UTC)