[Veronica] -Where the hell am I going?

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Who: 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?”

Comments

[George/"Millie"]

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Millie was filling the sink with water. May had said she'd wash but she'd dashed over to the outside door to try to stop Ricardo and Hunt from fighting--a fool's errand if Millie ever saw one--so too bad for her. Millie's rather wash than dry.

"Plane crash?" Millie asked. "Plane crash!? Are you shitting me?"

Red turned to look at her. "...no," he said after a moment. "I'm not. Daniel found a notebook he'd been keeping. So did Chloe--"

"Who?"

"The--" Red said, then seemed to think better of it. (Hot blonde?) Millie wondered. (Was that what you were gonna say?) She grinned, thinking that with his wife or girlfriend standing right there, he was probably wise not to say it.

"The blonde girl you came in here with," Red said instead. "She found her passport and a journal. Both notebooks talk about a plane crash, so I guess it's probably true."

"Huh," Millie said. (A plane crash? How do you forget a plane crash? Especially--given how many of them were wandering around in here--a big plane crash.)

[Mayday]

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May threw up her hands as the morons went out to beat each other up. "Whatever."

Millie was rolling her eyes as May came back to the sink, grabbing a towel to dry - she really didn't care either way. "Kind of a lost cause," Millie observed.

"Can't blame a girl for trying." May shrugged. "And hey, when one or the other gets the crap beat out of them I get extra rights to annoy them with the 'I told you so' routine."

She frowned, thinking of something else. "Who else has found their passports? I think I found my carry-on - it had my wallet, state ID, school ID, cellphone, all that stuff, but no passport. It seems kinda weird that I'd still have all that but no passport."

[George/"Millie"]

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"I found mine," Millie said. "That's how I know my name is Millie."

The sink was full of sudsy water now. Millie placed several glasses in the water and picked up the scrub brush. She shrugged. "Maybe you lost it. I mean, if we were in a plane crash...just because you have most of your stuff doesn't mean you couldn't lose some of it. How would you know?"

[Ami]

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Ami finished mixing the pancake batter more vigorously than called for, muttering in an odd-mixture of French, Portuguese and Italian, saying words that she didn't even realize she knew. She tried very hard to not glare at the pouty blond, who clearly hadn't heard a word Ami uttered earlier, taking her aggravation out on the batter.

At least *that* relieved her of her mortification and embarrassment of earlier.

"Not like Daniel and Chloe, whoever the hell that is, are the only people who mentioned a notebook and a plane crash," Ami grumbled under her breath as she stalked over to the stove with the large bowl of pancake batter.

(What the bleeding hell was I doing? Talking to keep my brain cells firing?)

[George/"Millie"]

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Millie handed the last glass to May to dry, then began on the silverware. ("Flatware," a voice in her mind said, "it's flatware, not silver.")

"Whoa," Millie said. She wondered for a moment if she were having a psychic moment. But--no, it was just something she knew somehow had been said to her. Repeatedly, she suspected.

"What?" May asked.

"...nothing," Millie said. She didn't really want to admit that she felt like she'd been momentarily possessed by somebody really uptight about the difference between silverware and flatware.

Embarrassed, Millie turned her attention on the black woman standing not far away ruthlessly beating a bowlful of batter and muttering to herself. "And you! Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?"

[Ami, Damon/Chris]

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Ami froze briefly at Millie's words. Ami turned to her, keeping her face and words neutral, "Isn't it enough that we woke up without our memories, that we don't know where we are, other than a 1,000 miles off course of where any search party would look, and that we've been here nearly a month with no rescue in sight?"

"Huh?" Millie asked.

"Hmm," Ami turned to Scott and the stove, focusing on preparing the pancakes. "I think that someone wasn't being a very good listener."

"How'd you know all that? From what she," Chris indicated Millie, "said, I didn't think Chloe talked to you guys."

Ami gave a disinterested shrug. "Maybe Daniel and Chloe weren't the only ones with journals or who were disseminating information."

[Scott] Peacemaker

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Ami's worry and frustration were boiling over, and Millie's attitude wasn't helping any. Scott poured more reassurance into their link as he stepped aside so that Ami could pour batter into the frying pans. "Sounds like we all need to compare notes once the Testosterone Brothers finish pummeling each other and everyone's found their IDs and stuff." He glanced at Chris and Millie, hoping they'd get the hint.

[George/"Millie"] Alone in her head...probably.

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

(Well, excuuuuuuuse me,) Millie thought, (for not hanging on your every word! It wasn't like there weren't a dozen things going on and lots of people talking all at once!) Millie opened her mouth to say as much--but May laid a hand on her arm. When Millie glanced at her, May shook her head slightly.

"Fine," Millie said under her breath. She went back to washing dishes with more force--and splashing--than was strictly necessary. She kept up a running commentary inside her head, though.

It was only when she'd run down that occurred to Millie that Ami was one of the psychics. Maybe she could hear what Millie was thinking! A glance at Ami didn't prove anything one way or the other, though she wasn't looking daggers at Millie so maybe not. Nonetheless, Millie imagined a great big bright KEEP OUT! sign.

(Boy, living with mind readers would suck...)

OOC: FYI to the psychics--Millie is worrying unnecessarily. Nobody can read her mind, or Daisy's. They're dead, after all. Well, undead, but still....

OOC

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

You know, Ami mentioned the plane crash too . . . geesh, doesn't Millie listen to anybody?

Re: OOC

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Why do you even ask? You know the answer is "No."