[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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[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]
Date: 2007-03-02 04:07 pm (UTC)Yeah it sucked royally that no one knew for sure who they were...but they couldn't just do nothing. Hopefully it would all come back to them, and in the meantime they would have to make do with what they had and knew right now. If they thought too much about it, they'd all go insane.
Veronica pulled her hair into a ponytail and then grabbed a couple of the plates.
[Gene]
Date: 2007-03-02 04:14 pm (UTC)Someone - maybe more than one - was talking, but all Gene could do was gape like a bloody perch on a line. Not that you found many perch in the canal these days, but.. what the fuck am I on about?
What he definitely didn't want to do was keep looking at those Ears, and he could already feel heat spreading outwards from his sideburns. The embarrassment brought about by his silence was going to be his downfall soon enough: he should have had a come back long before now, not that this bunch of liberal wankers would appreciate his witty repartée. But.. Ears!
"People who prod me tend to get their arms broken," he growled eventually, forcing his eyes towards Pointy Ears' - don't think about it! - face. "You get an exemption for now, because I'm an officer of Her Majesty's Police and don't hit girls. Much."
The words came out a weaker than he'd intended, but it was better than nothing, save the disbelieving snorts he heard from elsewhere. Bloody good excuse to kick his chair back and round on someone else though. Several someones, since they'd all been getting his bleeding goat since he woke up, and that bloody hangover still hadn't let go - little wonder.
"Look, if I'm outdated, it might have something to do with you lot informing me that I've been out of it for 30 years. What do you expect, a bloody miracle? I might not know when I am, but I'm sure I pass for normal when I'm from, because you lot might as well be a bunch of aliens. Wouldn't surprise me if this poncing around is how we got in this mess." Ears! No looking.. "If you lads have a problem with that, I'll be happy to take it outside."
At least a couple of the boys looked a tad keen, and he had a feeling that he'd feel better after giving them a good pommeling, but two or more on one? Better than bloody nowt. Maybe then he'd get some fucking kip, painkillers, more hair of the bleeding dog.. fry-up'd be nice, but Ears had cooked that. Still hadn't the foggiest why that scared him so much, but there had to be a reason. Maybe she was his worst fucking enemy.
Back to the matter at hand.
"Anyone?"
[Dean/"Ricardo"] Fight club
Date: 2007-03-02 04:29 pm (UTC)Although Hunt's tone had approached civil, he hadn't come anywhere near an apology. Ricardo couldn't believe that every Englishman from the 70s was as much of an ass as this guy. Plus, he really wanted to *do something*. He may not remember any specific fistfights, but he was confident that he was damn good at them.
"I do, Gramps." Ricardo smirked at the Brit's glare. "Being a sexist jerk and constantly shooting your mouth off about it are two different things. So yeah. Outside." Ricardo headed for the outside door, daring Hunt to follow.
[Scott] Food club
Date: 2007-03-02 04:44 pm (UTC)Instead Scott glanced down at Ami, momentarily getting lost in her eyes. Then he blinked, 'saying', /I'm still hungry. Wanna see what else we can find for breakfast?/
/Absolutely,/ Ami grinned back, and they headed to the kitchen. Walking hand in hand with her felt natural.
"Thanks," Scott said to May and Veronica, who'd brought most of the plates to the kitchen. Then he raised his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "We're going to fix some more food. Who else is hungry?"
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Date: 2007-03-02 04:47 pm (UTC)Re: OOC oops
Date: 2007-03-02 04:48 pm (UTC)[Ami] Pancakes?
Date: 2007-03-02 09:58 pm (UTC)Scott glanced at her. Ami felt his curiosity and a bit of wariness, although the only thing that came across in his voice was calm neutrality. /Oh? Uh . . . good or bad?/
Ami gave him a coy smile as she turned away to look in the cupboard. /Good. At least, I think that it's very good./ Searching the shelves helped her push back the flickering thoughts summoned by that reminder of very good.
A large white box, branded DHARMA, claimed to hold pancake mix. Not the fancy flour that required eggs and oils and lots of work, but the instant 'just add water' sort. Ami pulled it down telekinetically with a laugh, without even thinking about it. She underestimated, the box wobbled in the air, and she caught it before flour was dumped all over the kitchenette.
"Who wants pancakes?" Ami called.
[Mayday] Fight club
Date: 2007-03-02 04:45 pm (UTC)She rolled her eyes at Gene's less-than-mature reaction, but when the James Dean guy - really, she had to get his name already - ignored her and rose to the idiot's bait, she couldn't restrain herself. "Hey!" she called after him. "Hell, I don't know your name, hold up a second!"
Mentally apologizing to Veronica and Millie, she moved to intercept him before he could get to the outside door, hopping over a chair as she did so. "As much as I agree with you, could we maybe NOT beat the crap out of one another until we all have a better idea of who we are and what the hell is going on?" In a lower voice mainly for "James Dean" to hear, she added, "And come on - is that guy REALLY worth wasting a punch on?"
She glanced over at Gene. "As for you, 'outdated' is not an excuse for 'asshole.'"
[Gene]
Date: 2007-03-02 11:10 pm (UTC)He hadn't looked in the mirror, but he didn't feel like the kind of man that women fought over. Then again he was married, if the wedding ring was anything to go by. I wonder if I have kids? Now there was something to be afraid of, but if he did they'd surely have more sense than this lot.
Nodding to Ricardo - who'd shown potential earlier, more's the shame - Gene followed him to the external door, happily turning his back on those Ears. "After you, lad."
When the door opened, he got a waft of more vegetation and heat than he'd ever experienced in his life - that he knew of.
"Fucking hell! Hot enough, anyhow." Hunt shed his large coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves, performing a few upper body stretches for show. He might not remember his name without help, but this felt reassuringly familiar. "Queensbury rules, or anything goes?"
[Molly] Pissing in corners
Date: 2007-03-03 12:40 am (UTC)"I really need to hit something, or kill something, or generally be destructive." She tried to stomp out of the kitchen, but she was too small and graceful to really pull it off.
Pearl looked over. "That child has anger management issues." Then she looked to the doors leading to outside. "Then again it appears many of us do. Must be the stress. Or the testosterone."
Within moments Molly reappeared with what appeared to be a longbow and a quiver of arrows. "Was in our room, and it's my size. I'm going to go... kill a tree stump."
Pearl's lips twitched. "I'm sure it will have done something to deserve death."
[Ami]
Date: 2007-03-03 04:40 am (UTC)(That's mad, woman,) she scolded herself and immediately went back to searching for a bowl. But for a moment there, watching Molly walk, bow in hand and pointed ears on display, Ami was reminded of fantasy, fictional elves. Except that Molly wasn't tall and lithe and willowy, or beautiful beyond words, but there was a grace in her stride . . .
Ami shook her head to clear it and popped up with a large stainless steel bowl. "Ta da!" She waved the bowl proudly before setting it on the counter and turning to Scott. "Could you find me a spoon, love? Preferably something wooden."
It wasn't until the words slipped out that Ami realized what she said. She hadn't even thought about it, but somehow they just felt *right.* Blushing profusely, she returned her full attention to the kitchen and raised her voice, "Any orders for pancakes?"
"Sounds good," came a voice from the doorway. It belonged to the older Yank who occupied a spot in her head. He walked in with his wife/girlfriend and his baby on his shoulder. "I think we missed breakfast."
Ami stared at him a beat, wondering if he were the one with the odd nickname and even worse birth name that she wrote about in her journal. Unfortunately, she hadn't described the mysterious "MB/Megabyte/Marmaduke" whom was her childhood friend and also trapped on the island with her. Whomever the friend was, he shared her abilities though and thus far Ginger had shown himself to be telepathic and telekinetic.
/Do you know your name, yet?/ Ami 'asked' suddenly.
He shook his head slightly. /Nope, not yet./
/Can you teleport?/
His eyebrows rose and he stared at her. Fortunately, the baby made a noise and he shifted his attention. /What?/
/Nothing. Never mind,/ Ami said hurriedly. She turned back to the cupboards in search of a measuring cup.
[Claire]
Date: 2007-03-03 10:45 am (UTC)Ami indicated the box with a wry grin. "DHARMA special - whatever that means. We'll have to wait and see."
Claire grinned as Ami's bloke (well, it seemed pretty obvious to her) handed the other woman a spoon. Amnesia wasn't a barrier to domesticity then, with or without a baby to point the way. She wondered how many other people had 'woken up' in situations that made them feel awkward.. and whether they were all jumping to conclusions. I hope not.
She turned away from the counter and noted the open door, leading to outside. There were still a few people in the cafeteria, but not half as many as before. "Where'd everyone go, outside?"
"Some went clue hunting, the obnoxious police guy'll probably be back with a bloody nose, black eye.."
Claire blinked. Well he had sounded like something out of The Sweeney. "Ok.. You're feeling better though, right? You were looking pretty crook after whatever that was, uh."
'Chris' had promised an explanation, but it didn't seem to be the kind of thing he wanted to talk about in the open. That other kid was flat out ignoring it.
She settled for a nervous smile. "Must be well enough if you're cooking, eh."
[Damon/Chris]
From:OOC: Overheard
From:[Scott]
From:[George/"Millie"]
From:[Mayday]
From:[George/"Millie"]
From:[Ami]
From:[George/"Millie"]
From:[Ami, Damon/Chris]
From:[Scott] Peacemaker
From:[George/"Millie"] Alone in her head...probably.
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Date: 2007-03-03 07:04 pm (UTC)