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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.

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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."]]

"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."

((OOC: Sorry. Next major project deliverable is due Monday, so I've been going a teeny bit crazy.))

"Yeah," May said, somewhat grateful for Claire's interruption. "I just finished recapping. We're all still in the same boat memory-wise. I don't know if I caught your name during all the kitchen fiascos, though." Someone's suggestion of name tags was sounding better and better.

She smiled at Aaron, who was looking at May, River and Ripley with wide and fascinated eyes. "He's beautiful. Really. And he seems to be taking all this pretty well. Do you know how old he is?" He couldn't be more than a few weeks, she mused, and wondered how she knew that by looking.

Oh, wait. Family picture. Possible baby brother. Duh.

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?"

"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.

((OOC: I AM SO SORRY! If we just lost River's player 'cause of this, it's my fault. Stupid grad school. Stupid Perl scripting that I don't remember how to do. Oh, and as for River's suggested pseudonym: Heh. "Worthy of love" if River wants to play on that.))

May scooted over to sit closer to Claire and Aaron and to coo at the baby, who was still utterly enthralled by the group.

She looked up as the new guy stuck his head in. "Just getting everyone food and caught up to speed," she said with a smile. "And this little guy apparently thinks we're the best show ever. Did you get any breakfast?" It was so crazy in there, she might have missed someone.

((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.

Welcome back! :)

((OOC: Naah. Distracted by a four-year-old whirlwind who's focusing on Mulan, but not moved on! We can close this up and move on, though, if you want River to wander into another, later scene. I say this because Ripley's an NPC and Claire's player is otherwise occupied...))

"Always taking care of me..."

May took note of that last comment, watching the emotions play across River's face, a fleeting moment of recognition that was stolen abruptly away. That, she could identify with. She'd had a few of those moments, sense impressions, snatches of memory that disappeared as quickly as they'd come. It was frustrating, but at the same time promising. It meant there was a chance that the memories were still there, buried, and would come back to them in time.

"But not your name?" May guessed, her voice soft. "For one thing, you don't look like a 'Simon' to me." She made a face. "Okay, that was a lame joke."

She smiled at the newcomer, who was kind of cute. "Speaking of names, have you figured out yours yet?"

"Sam" shook his head. "Haven't got a clue, haven't found ID yet."

((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.))

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.]

[[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... :)]]

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