ext_26659 ([identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crossing_lostrp2007-03-06 10:43 am
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[Mayday] Seeking the odd ones out

Who: Mayday, River, Ripley, Claire, Chris
Where: The Staff, hallway outside of/in Room E
When: Day 28, morning, after/during Search and Rescue
Invited: Anyone wandering down the hall
Status: Incomplete

May hurried down the corridor, balancing a plate of pancakes, a bottle of Tylenol she'd liberated from someone's bag, and two bottles of water with uncanny ease as she sprinted down the hall towards the bedroom. How could she have forgotten the other two they'd left behind - especially the girl who couldn't turn off mind-reading? Some of the people who'd passed out had admitted they were psychic, and if it hurt them that badly...

She screeched to a halt outside the door, still balancing the food and water and pills - it seemed extraneous given what she'd just figured out, but on the off chance they were okay and recovered, an offering of food without having to deal with a crowd would at least be something.

There seemed to be a whimpering noise inside, although she couldn't tell through the solid door, it was so quiet. May took a deep breath to calm herself before knocking and forced herself to focus on something not-panicky - namely, the pancakes she was carrying. "Hello? Are you all right? I have food. And painkillers."

Well, as peace offerings went, neither could be too bad.

[House]

[identity profile] lost-mckay.livejournal.com 2007-03-06 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Within his own room next door, an unconscious Dr. Gregory House was on the floor, lying on his side. Next to him, a mostly empty bottle of alcohol. The area before him had a small pool of vomit, undoubtedly hours old, nothing really to it other than liquid and bile. The room itself looked pulled apart, though not messily so. Possessions have been rifled through, looked at, and set aside in the search for identity. A watch, and a small yellowish-bottle that had a few little white pills sat on the table with papers.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Greg knew he was in trouble as he layed there, dancing as he was between consciousness and un-... and the sound of the knock on another door was enough to cause him to open his eyes. It was only a crack, however... but they closed soon after. Couldn't move.. even opening his eyes took a massive effort. No idea what was wrong, but there was no chance of him doing much more than lying there, while darkness took him again.

(OOC: So close yet so far!)

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-03-07 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
River sat in a corner with a puppy in her lap. The tiny thing was whining pitfully and kept squirming in her long, skinny arms, but never made an attempt to actually leave. It looked around with wide eyes.

"Lost..." River's voice trailed softly as she closed her eyes. The voices seemed distant but still in a state of panic. Her lids squeezed tightly as she tried to block them out completely but with no result. In the back of her mind, a vague voice barely spoke out above the others.

"It's going to be okay. They'll find us. Once the Captain realizes what happened, they'll come."

River's closed lids shot open, suddenly realizing her chest was heaving up and down in panic. The lungs hurt with each frightened breath she took in and her eyes were wild as they flickered around the room rapidly.

"That voice..." River slammed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Captain's dead!" she half shouted to herself. "Can't-- Won't come." She let out an array of suppressed sobs and bit her lip. That voice was different than the others. How, she couldn't know. It had a whisper of comfort to it that made her feel a bit at ease. But here, in the room, on this island, River felt no ease. She took a breath in to calm herself.

"Maybe..." she muttered to herself, tightening the grip around the pup, "Go into the sea of lost voices. He'll comfort me. He'll come to me." This last sentence she kept muttering to herself as she closed her eyes again.

But as River took a gulp to prepare herself for complete loud-noised turmoil she knew she was throwing herself into, the echoing of a knock came from the door.

"Hello?" the voice said. "Are you all right? I have food. And painkillers."

River scowled and kept muttering to herself, looking at the door.

Without really understanding why, River had the sinking feeling that she should never trust closed doors.

"Don't ever wanna know what's on the other side," she spoke matter-of-factly at the door. "Smother the pain with promises of... painkillers." River threw her head back and began to laugh as she sang out to a familer child's rhyme.

"Pain, pain go away./ It'll come again another day/Just you wait, just you see/ Pretty soon they'll... come... for me...'"

After her song, when her voice had grown stranger and laughter became strong, River's stomach gave a lurch and she leaned forward, trying hard not to throw up. Sobs shook her shoulders and she dropped the puppy to the floor as the clutched her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, biting her bottom lip. She nudged the puppy away with her foot when it waddled back up to her and licked her elbow.

[OOC]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-03-07 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Damn, that seemed shorted after I wrote it, lol!

Re: [River]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-03-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
River opened her eyes and eyed the pancakes. She took a large gulp to prevent herself from throwing up. But her eyes lingered on the Tylenol bottle.

"They help me?"

She got to her knees and crawled towards to bottle and tried to open it with shaking hands.

"Needs water," she whispered, popping the top off. She began looking around on the floor. "Needs water to help them down."

She sniffed and emptyied half the bottle contents into her hand.

[Ripley NPC]

[identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com 2007-03-08 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Only two, honey." Ripley gently took the bottle an most of the pills off her. She retrieved the half empty glass of water the girl had drank from when taking the sedatives earlier.

"Thanks." Ripley offered a crooked smile to May.

She tried a piece of pancake. It was okay, but she seemed to really crave meat. She actually sniffed at May, assessing her as prey, before she caught hold of herself. That seemed wrong.

"I couldn't find any identification for her, or me." She looked around and spotted the puppy. "But she has a crude leather collar and a hand made tag with Oorie on it."

The puppy had retreated behind May's legs.

Ripley sat on the bed beside River and stroked the girl's hair. It wasn't apparent if it was to calm the girl or herself. "So.. update."

Re: [Mayday] Recap time!

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-03-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Bizarre is just a state of matters that are markedly unusual in general character, often involving incongruous elements that seem outrageously or whimsically strange."

After the silence, River whispered, "Or things are just a bit odd."

She looked at the pup with blank eyes.

"Taken too early. Never got to say good-bye. Just a word-- don't mean nothin' to some and means the world to others."

[Claire]

[identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com 2007-03-08 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
OOC: passing by while Damon's finding himself (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/130817.html) :)

She couldn't figure out why, but Aaron seemed pretty restless. It was as if he wanted to go somewhere, whatever that might mean. Maybe her mind was playing tricks or something. Where would a newborn baby want to go, other than wherever food, warmth, love and a dry nappy might be? To find dad? It was a possibility.

Hanging around her room with a fussy baby wasn't doing anything for Claire's frazzled mind either way, so she decided to explore a little. She'd seen a sling here someplace.. yep, that seemed to work. Time for a wander.

You never know, something might jog my memory! she thought wryly.

The bunker wasn't that big, she soon discovered. Big enough to get lost in at least once (oops), but otherwise just a never-ending run of boring corridors and mostly identical rooms. A few of them were occupied, but she didn't get the impression that many people wanted to talk right now - not without adding to her worries.

Aaron squirmed a little as Claire passed one room. She halted, wondering whether he needed something - changing, feeding.. weird how she'd suddenly slotted into the role of Mum, though she didn't think she was that good at it (yet) - but his eyes were fixated on the door beside her. Voices could be heard inside, though she couldn't hear what they were saying.. and didn't want to be nosey. Honest. Aaron was pretty insistent for such a mite though.

The baby made me do it. Heh.

Claire raised a hand and run a finger through her son's soft hair. "If this drops me into anything bad, you're in for it bub. I mean it."

He gurgled, the cheeky sod. Shaking her head, Claire smiled nervously and knocked on the door.

"Hello? Anyone.. fancy a chat?"

Re: [Claire]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-03-09 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
River looked up at the doorway and saw a woman cradeling a baby. River studied the woman for a moment before turning her attention to the bundle in the woman's arms. She sloly stood up and walked towards the two. Her lips moved as she began to speak outloud to herself.

"Mountain of strength..."

Her eyes were wide with awe and her mouth hung slightly open and barely breathing-- like she had suddenly approached the rarest gem in the world.

She reached one hand up but paused, too afraid to make another move. Too afraid she'd break it.

[[OOC: River was defining the name "Aaron."]]

[Claire]

[identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com 2007-03-09 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh, yeah.." Claire replied uncertainly. Should she.. leave? Or was the girl safe to keep her kid around? She certainly didn't seem to be a danger, just.. weird.

"His name's Aaron," she offered eventually, nervous smile still plastered to her face.

The young brunette's reaction to Aaron was pretty unnerving - and to be honest he seemed pretty spellbound by her too. Claire wasn't that certain a mum yet, but she definitely felt protective of the little one, so she didn't want to hand him over.. like I did with Chris, but then he's his dad, even if we can't remember anything! The older woman looked.. scary. Like she was being nice, but the smile just didn't fit like other people's did.

That left the young woman she'd seen in the cafeteria. Making a connection with her would make the atmosphere feel better, definitely. I hope. Claire didn't want to be rude by walking straight back out again anyway, especially not after the fuss Aaron had made about visiting these people - if that really was what was making him wriggly.

Wanting to do something other than stand there, Claire spied a chair and walked over there more quickly than necessary, plomping herself down with little ceremony before nodding to the only familiar face.

"May, right? Do you two know your names yet? Presuming that you've lost your memories too, and now I'm babbling."

[Ripley NPC]

[identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com 2007-03-10 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ripley's eyes softened and even went a little dewy. There was a... pull, a tugging at her heart. She felt a connection to this little life. An echo of something lost. He was beautiful, and tiny, and precious.

"He's beautiful." She offered to the young mother.

And beautiful he was. Just like the confused teen, both mother and child had moved into the catagory of 'protected'. Like they were her children, her family, her... hive.

She seemed to have very strong instincts, both protective and predatory.

"Aaron is a good name. A good foundation." Ripley moved to run her fingers through River's hair. "And we have to get a name for you as well. Something pretty, I think. How about... Amanda?"

[Chris/"Sam"]

[identity profile] estirose.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Sam" stuck his head in. "Anything happening here?" he asked.

He'd been wandering about, convinced that he should have been doing something, but not remembering what. At least here he could talk to people and figure out who in the heck he was and what he was doing there.

[River]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-03-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
((OOC: I really hope people haven't moved on, lol. If so... Sorry!))

"Simon," River corrected Ripley. "Likes Simon more than 'Amanda.'" She tilted her head up and smiled prettily. "'Amanda' was created by a playwright who derived it from the Latin 'amanda,' meaning 'lovable.' 'Simon' is the Greek form of the Hebrew name 'Shim'on.' Hearkening. Listening. Carried the cross for Jesus. Always taking care of me..."

Something flashed in River's mind and it made her jump back. And just as swiftly as the flash came, an image popped up before her eyes and disappeared again. She sat on her knees with her mouth hanging open, confused. She blinked, hoping at capture the image again but she couldn't.

"Simon. Good... name..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at baby Aaron, her brow furrowing slightly.

OOC

[identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Welcome back! :)

[Chris/"Sam"]

[identity profile] estirose.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Sam" shook his head. "Haven't got a clue, haven't found ID yet."

[River]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-04-12 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
((God... WHo knew work ate my soul as well as planning on my moving home. Hopefully I will be able to post much, much more frequently after next weekend!! :D ))

River looked up suddenly out the window and her brow furrowed. Her head tilted to one side slowly, eyes focusing at a spot in the distance.

"The truth..."

River suddenly stood up and walked briskly to the door, stopped, and looked back at Mayday with an outstretched hand.

"Come with...?"

((I was thinking of heading down to the cafeteria and get River out and about.))

Re: [River]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-04-23 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
River casted her eyes down and slowly lowered her arm. She took a step outside by herself. She could hear two sets of echoing voices-- some in her head and some down the hall. But soon, she was unable to distinguish the difference and she let out a shaky breath.

"Not there. Don't be scared. Ignore them. Ignore everything. Focus. Focus."

The walls suddenly flashed and she saw in a brief moment herself walking down the hall and taking a turn.

"Been here before? Or see where I'm heading? Is here even a difference?"

She saw her own head peek around the corner and her arm appear, extending a hand.

"Time to go..."

She saw her figure fade away and she took in a breath as she started to step lightly down the hall.

[Exit River who is now going to wander by herself.]

Re: [River]

[identity profile] queen-of-crazy.livejournal.com 2007-04-12 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[[OOC: Change "River looked up suddenly out the window" to "River looked up suddenly at a spot on the wall..." since, ooking at the map, there are no windows... :)]]