[Ami] Soup's On!

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Who: Ami
Where: The Staff, Kitchen
When: Day 28, Sometime between noon and 1PM
Invited: Open to all
Status: Incomplete

Finding her way to the kitchen was easier this time around. Knowing where one is going always makes it easier to get there. The artificial lights – Ami couldn't remember what they were called, but she knew that they mimicked outside sunlight – shone brightly making her think that it was supposed to be indicative of midday. A quick check of the clock on the wall in the surprisingly empty kitchen confirmed that.

Ami walked straightway to the actual kitchen area and began to look in the cupboards and the refrigerator. Someone had started a list of supplies, but it was wholly incomplete. Ami was tempted to work on it until her stomach reminded her – loudly – of her reason for being in the kitchen.

Five minutes of rummaging later, Ami had found a large soup pot, a combination of fresh, frozen and canned vegetables, and noodles. She passed on the beef and chicken flavored buillon and instead stuck to seasonings for the water in the pot.

"Vegetable soup it is," Ami declared to no one in particular and set about cutting the fresh carrots, all the while wondering about the oddities of fresh vegetables on a tropical island.

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[Kenzaki]

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KENZAKI enters.

Kenzaki had been looking around, but there was no evidence of who his wife was or where she was. What had seemed like several hours had passed while he had attempted to find her.

He entered the kitchen, feeling a bit tired. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he ate something, though he somehow couldn't get excited by food. He sat down heavily in a chair and waved hello to Ami-san.

[Fuji]

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FUJI enters.

The young, nameless Japanese boy had been keeping to himself mostly, but as he spotted the other Japanese man that had found him, he got to his feet and shyly padded after him, following him into something that had to be a kitchen. A beautiful, darkskinned woman seemed to be there already, and a pleasant smell filled the air. He could feel his stomach growl at him.

"Hello..."

[Isabel]

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ENTER ISABEL

Isabel returned from exploring the bunker as best she could while wheelchair-bound, something made much easier than it would have been had she not been telekinetic and had the bunker not had such smooth flooring. She speculated that it had definitely been built with wheelchair-users in mind, although clearly not used with that consideration in the intervening time.

She found Ami and the two Japanese men in the kitchen area, gathered around a soup pot which was giving off enticing smells. Isabel's stomach rumbled in sympathy as she made her way close enough to talk to them.

"Hey," she said. "Smells good." She opened a few drawers until she found a supply of spoons. They weren't soup spoons, but they'd do. She picked up as many as she could and levitated them across to the table she'd turned yellow earlier, fumbling her grip slightly and dropping them in a mess. A few fell on the floor and she swore.

"Okay so I'm not as good at this as I think I am," she said, grinning at the others as she went over to the table and retrieved the spoons from the floor before arranging those which had landed on the table in some semblance of place settings. It wasn't much, just a spoon by each chair which she tucked neatly under the table, but it helped make this rather utilitarian space feel a bit more welcoming compared to the ad hoc behaviour of the day so far. When she was done she went to the end of the table closest to the kitchen.

"So have you guys found out any more? Any memories coming back?" She squinted sideways at Ami, who was blushing. "Done anything interesting?"

[Scott]

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Scott's rumbling stomach awoke him. Sighing, he stretched, idly wondering why he felt cold.

(Vegetable soup it is.)

(Ami,) he grinned sleepily. The thought, as well as the realization that she was a good distance away, brought back all of the weirdness of the past few hours. He sat up, now fully awake. (We slept together. We've known each other for less than a day... sort of and she's superpowered and I'm half-alien and we had sex already.)

Their link carried Ami's mingled amusement and chagrin. /Is that a bad thing?/

Scott found himself smiling. /Which part?/

/Any of it./

/Just the amnesia part,/ Scott chuckled. /And being stranded on a desert island./

An image of Ami's bright smile bloomed in Scott's mind. /Can't argue with that./ The image faded. /I'm making soup. It should be ready in an hour or so./

Scott's stomach growled in reply. /I'm so there./ Ami's renewed amusement felt wonderful. /Be there soon./

ENTER SCOTT

After taking a few minutes to clean up, dress, and stow the silver sphere in one pocket Scott returned to the kitchen. He called a hello to the two young Japanese men, Isabel, and Ami in English and Japanese.

OOC

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Scott's helping House down here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/132385.html?thread=4159009#t4159009).

[Ami]

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Ami's blush intensified when Scott entered, and she did her best to hide it while chopping vegetables. "No, no new memories," Ami said. "I'm sure that we'll all get them back at the same time. We lost them at the same time, right? So it only makes sense."

While Scott tended to the man with the cane (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/132385.html?thread=4157985#t4157985), she turned to Kenzaki and the unknown young man, and Isabel.

"Thanks for that," Ami said, indicating the table. To the young men, she said in Japanese, "Are either of you handy in the kitchen? There are more onions and carrots to be chopped."

[Fuji]

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The young boy nodded slowly towards the newcomers, mumbling rather awkward greetings in English, feeling stupid as he couldn't properly introduce himself. The woman who had been in the kitchen first spoke to them - in Japanese, could you believe that? - and he felt obliged to answer.

"I don't know. I think I am... I could try perhaps, if you'd like?" Not really sure if he ought to keep to English or Japanese, he - for now - chose what felt most natural for him, hoping it wouldn't be too rude to those in the room that didn't understand Japanese.

[Ami]

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Ami smiled soothingly at him. She indicated the carrots, knife and cutting board on the counter, "Just small chunks should be fine."

Looking to the room at large, she continued in English, figuring she could translate for the young men later, "I read some more of my journal. From what I wrote, we took this place over. From who or what or why, I don't know, but the way I wrote it . . . it wasn't a voluntary surrender.

"Oh, and there is a definitely a 'Beach Camp' full of more survivors. Most of them opted to stay on the beach instead of coming here. It's located not too far from the wreckage of the aeroplane."

(And,) Ami thought, (I'm also getting married. Or was getting married. Or something.)

[Kenzaki]

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Kenzaki missed what the young woman, Ami-san, had said in English, but after a few moments of wondering why the sight of food wasn't making him hungry, and wondering where his bedroom was, he smiled. "I'll help too. I'm not hungry, but I could use something to distract myself."

[Fuji]

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The boy looked over at Kenzaki and gave a quick smile: "Thank you. You take the onions?"

It didn't take him long to grab the knife, pile up a couple of carrots and slowly, carefully he started to cut his way through the first orange vegetable. The sweet, full scent of the carrot juice filled his nostrils and his stomach growled again, telling him to hurry it up.

His pace quickened as his body soon remembered what his brain did not and the carrot chunks went from being uneaven and jagged around the edges to neat, clean cut, almost identical sized bits. As he worked his way through the pile of carrots, the young boy listened to the woman as she spoke.

Would that mean they were on a deserted island? Probably, and if there was a wreckage, there would have to have been a plane crash. Maybe he and everyone else lost their memories then? But that didn't add up with what the woman said about a journal, did it? So something must have happened after that.

Something that brought him from a crashed plane to a room somewhere, looking like something the cat dragged in and obviously being used as a pin cushion for someone. Fact remained that someone had hurt him; all the small wounds on his body was proof of that, but who, and why? He couldn't even know if it was someone in this room who had done it or someone else.

"Excuse me", he said in English, adressing the woman again. "Miss... Your journal. May I ask how far back you have written in it? Any indications on how long we've been here?"

[Ami]

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Ami blinked, startled. Immediately embarrassed by her reaction - (Why assume that he couldn't speak English?) -- she endeavoured to answer the question. The young man, whose name was currently still unknown, must have missed the initial pow-wows and information sharing.

"We've been here almost a month," Ami told him, "According to what I wrote down." She repeated for him that the flight had been more than 1000 miles off-course and that the search and rescue were likely looking in the wrong place. Ami pointedly did not mention to anyone the information about being six and a half-months out of sync with the rest of the world.

"We - well a few of the survivors - sent a radio transmission, but we don't know if it was ever received."

She paused and then looked around while everyone absorbed that information. "Um, by the way for those who don't know, or I haven't met, I'm Ami."

[House]

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ENTER HOUSE

Dull thuds assailed his head as he limped down the corridor from his room. He was a mess... unkempt, unshaven, his clothes a disheveled mess, his jeans and t-shirt... worn. And... apparently, he was crippled, if his inability to rise from the floor unaided was any indication. Thankfully, a rosewood cane was in the room, and once determining the extent of his handicap (a deep gorge in his thigh where once a major muscle resided), he understood. Beyond that, however?

Limping and staggered, House managed to make it to the bathroom to at least look... what? More presentable? But what he saw in the mirror was far from it. Drugs and alcohol in his room... what the hell was going on?

The smell of food both lured him and repelled him, but, after splashing cold water on his face, he followed the aroma, slowly, relearning how to walk.

"What is going on?" His voice was hoarse and soft, as he paused just inside the door. House looked... questionning as he leaned on his cane.

"So have you guys found out any more? Any memories coming back?" She squinted sideways at Ami, who was blushing. "Done anything interesting?"

"Do we know each other?"

[Scott]

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Before anyone had a chance to reply to his hellos a haggard-looking man staggered into the cafeteria with the help of a cane. Scott hurried to his side, putting the man's free arm around his shoulders. The contact conveyed a lot of information: the man was dehydrated, nauseous, had a throbbing headache, and was borderline malnourished. One of his legs was partially atrophied from the obviously missing muscle.

"Do we know each other?"

Scott blinked as he recovered from the rush of information. "Um, probably." The reply earned him a scowl. "Look, let's get you sitting down, then some water." He steered the man toward the nearest chair. "I'm Scott. Do you remember your name?"

[Isabel]

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Isabel would have got a glass of water for the man with the cane and the limp but the accident with the spoons made her wonder if she could trust herself levitating a glass that far across the room. She could grip one between her knees, but it seemed unlikely the man would want it after she'd done that with it.

Instead, she moved closer as Scott helped him sit.

"And I'm Isabel," she introduced herself.

[House]

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House wasn't above taking the proffered arm, and sat down heavily in the seat. He shook his head, eyes narrowing briefly as he tried to make sense of it all, or more to the point, remember his name. He hadn't the foresight to rifle through the items; his thought was to get out, get cleaned up, and... what?

"Water'd be nice." His tones remained quiet, blue eyes still brilliant, but without the sharp edge they'd carried. The doctor shook his head again, lips pressed together before he shrugged and looked at the pair, now identified as Scott and Isabel. "Nope." He sounded tired.

Curiousity, however, began to win out as he considered. "No pain... well, other than a headach--" He checked himself quickly before he shook his head. No violence. Could it be for the alcohol... and sedatives that he'd found himself near... and, well.. the obvious evidence that he'd imbibed. As the seconds passed, slowly, a shadow began show, the tension beginning to creep into his manner and mien.

"Do you?"

[Scott]

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Scott gave Vikki -- Isabel -- a quick smile as he eased the newcomer into one of the fiberglass chairs. Even before he replied it was obvious that he didn't remember his name either. "Do you?" the man asked.

"No. I found my passport." Scott nodded at Isabel. "Several of us have. Apparently, ah, something happened this morning that blocked our memories." (Rather than erased, I hope.) He stood, uneasy with the subject. "I'll get you some water."

[Chloe]

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ENTER GEORGE AND CHLOE

Chloe followed Millie into the kitchen. The kitchen smelled of soup and Chloe was surprised to see so many people gathered there. Though perhaps she shouldn't be--it was after noon by now. People would be getting hungry again. Spotting Ami near the stove stirring a big stockpot, Chloe knew who to thank for the scent of soup.

She didn't miss Millie's relief at finding so many other people around. Millie's mood changed from one moment to the next. Chloe never knew what Millie wanted from her because Millie didn't know, apparently. One moment Millie seemed ready to kiss her, the next she was in a near panic at Chloe's closeness.

It was frustrating--and a little annoying, frankly. She'd made a joke of it earlier, but Chloe could see how it might become a serious problem. She was looking forward to renewing her acquaintance with her other two bedmates. They seemed completely comfortable with the idea. So was Chloe, though she occasionally felt a little surprised by that.

Chloe wasn't sure what to do about Millie. So she was pleased to see a couple of new faces in the room. She zeroed in on the unshaven man sitting with Scott. As she approached, Chloe thought about what she'd read in her journal.

"I think I know who you are," Chloe announced, joining them. Millie headed over to join Ami in the kitchen.

"Oh?"

Chloe nodded. She gestured at the cane. "I think you're Greg House," Chloe said. "Doctor Gregory House, actually." (...and a major pain the ass, if my notes are accurate.) The cane--and the haggard look of pain--gave him away. She'd described him as walking with a serious limp, using a cane, bitterly sarcastic and an all-around misanthrope. Also, fond of Vicodin.

"And how do you know that?" House asked.

"I kept notes," Chloe said. "The cane pretty much gives you away."

[Scott]

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Shortly after Scott returned with a deliberately lukewarm glass of water for the newcomer two of the blonde contingent arrived. Not ogling the green-eyed tanned goddess was difficult, but Scott managed. At least he thought he did.

(House,) Scott repeated silently. (Strange name.) To Chloe he said, "Notes? Did you write anything about this place? The bunker, I mean."

/The alien./ Ami's thought (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/132385.html?thread=4164641#t4164641) popped into his head.

Scott frowned, puzzled. /I thought you said you didn't care./

[Ami]

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As though summoned by her words, Chloe and Millie entered the kitchen. Chloe immediately pointed out the identity of the man with the cane, and Ami wondered how she missed it. Dr. House, whom she'd referred to as a sexist, a racist, and all around asshole. (Maybe amnesia will be good for him.)

That was right when Scott prompted her, /I thought you said you didn't care./

/About what?/ Ami asked. She felt confusion from him and a twinge of hurt, which told her that he wasn't referring to her thoughts on Dr. House.

/The . . . alien./

Thoroughly confused, Ami met his gaze across the room. /Why would I care if Kenzaki's an alien? I'm just trying to --/ She stopped as it clicked. Giving him a smile, Ami pushed a pulse of reassurance in his direction. /I wrote that Kenzaki was an alien. With very dangerous looking body armor or something. I'm just trying to reconcile that description with this nice young man in the kitchen./

The urge to walk over to Scott and wrap her arms around him was strong. Ami forced herself to stay put and tend to the soup. /I meant what I said. I don't care about your genetics. I actually don't care about anyone's genetics/ As she said it, Ami realized that it was true. Once the initial shock wore off, she hadn't much cared about Ripley being part-alien or about the Doctor being all alien. Aliens, psychics, and whatnot all seemed to go hand-in-hand in this place.

Remembering how the information deluge had freaked Scott earlier, she thought that maybe mentioning Kenzaki's deadly-looking power armor might not be such a good idea. Hurriedly, Ami continued. /Anyway, I fell in love with you once and if we don't get our memories back,/ Ami shuddered at the thought and didn't reflect on it for long, /I'm plenty ready to do it all over again. You're not going to get rid of me that easily./

[Chloe]

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"This bunker?" Chloe asked, wondering if she looked as sheepish as she felt. It felt wrong--it felt embarrassing--not to have all the answers. Which was silly; they were lucky she'd written as much as she had. Nonetheless, it galled her that she couldn't answer all the questions.

"Not really. I know that several women in our camp--the camp on the shore--were kidnapped and brought here. Your...uh--Ami was one of them," Chloe said. What was their relationship, exactly? Her notes didn't say and she hadn't heard if they'd figured it out yet.

"Ah, anyway, a bunch of us tracked them here and rescued them--and took over the bunker while they were at it. That was a week or two ago. That's about all I wrote about it. Apparently I stayed at the beach until just a couple of days ago--at least, that's how it looks from my notes."

Chloe shrugged and glanced at her tanned arms. "I guess I prefer sunbathing to air conditioning."

[George]

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Ami's shocked reaction--"Three other people?!"--was equally shocking to George. She cringed as people turned to look, their attention caught by Ami's question. George's face felt hot and she knew she was blushing. She writhed inwardly as Ami tried to suggest alternate, non-slutty reasons for what had happened.

It didn't help that Ami was clearly surprised by the news. "I thought you knew," George said at last. She frowned, then muttered, "I thought everybody knew." It certainly felt like everyone knew--especially with the looks she'd gotten when Chloe or Faith flirted with her.

Ami's question came as more of a surprise. Ami didn't even know who the guilty parties were? That was actually comforting in a way; it was evidence that maybe it wasn't as blatantly obvious to everyone as she feared. George actually smiled faintly, thinking about it. (It's not like Faith doesn't flirt shamelessly with almost everybody here. No reason to assume everybody knows why she flirts so hard with me....)

George glanced around. They weren't getting much attention any longer. She leaned in close as well, and spoke quietly. "Well, there was Jack...." George said.

"Yeah?" Ami asked, looking at her expectantly.

"And, uh, Faith," George said. "And Chloe," she added, then waited to see what kind of reaction she got from Ami.

[Fuji]

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During the entire conversation, the nameless Japanese boy had fallen back, trying his best not to intrude on the conversation and make himself as invisible as possible. He also tried his best to keep from listening to the conversation too much, he didn't wish to snoop around in matters that weren't for him. It was at times like these he really wished he didn't know any English to begin with.

[Ami]

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Ami knew that her eyes were wide and that she was blushing furiously, and she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. (Except asking the question.)

She expected George to name - or point out - three blokes. She didn't expect for the second name and third names to tumble from George's lips to be females.

"Wow, okay, wow, that's, um, Chloe too?" The moment the words escaped, Ami snapped her foolishly working mouth shut. As an image of bodies entangled sprang into her head, she cursed her over active imagination. "I mean, that's um, wow."

(Just. Stop. Talking.)

For whatever reason, hearing Faith's name didn't surprise Ami. The George she wrote about didn't seem the type, but Faith did seem to be incredibly persausive. Very few people - of either sex - probably ever said no to Faith.

But Chloe . . . Ami hadn't written much about her except that she kept to herself a lot, hung out with Veronica and was highly inquisitive. She also hadn't written that Chloe was a blond bombshell either, so there was evidence aplenty that Ami left things out that she assumed were common knowledge.

"I mean, that's ... adventerous," Ami finally managed around her amazement. She didn't feel disgusted by it - George and her lovers were adults and could do as they pleased - but she hadn't gotten past the shock.

And there was the tiny part that was obscenely curious. "But you don't remember a thing about it?"

That was when she noticed the unnamed young man trying hard to not look at them. She debated, then nudged George in the ribs and indicated the teenager.

They were probably giving him wank fodder for months.

[George]

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George spared the kid a momentary glare but her heart wasn't really in it. If she were him, she'd listen too. She looked back to Ami. The woman seemed shocked, but perhaps slightly impressed as well. Which was better than confirming George's self-doubts.

"No," she said, "I don't remember anything. Except--you know." (Waking up in a pile of naked bodies.)

Ami gave her a curious look, silently urging her to continue. "Waking up this morning. In--in bed," George said. "With...them. Jack. And Faith and Chloe."

Ami's eyes didn't look like they could get much wider, and a deep blush was visible even with her dark complexion. George didn't miss the glance at Chloe sitting across the room. She could only imagine what was going through Ami's mind. Probably, given that George had no actual memories of the events in question, the same kinds of pictures George had in her head.

So Ami's next words surprised George. "So...you don't know for sure," Ami said. "Maybe you didn't--"

George appreciated the effort, but she shook her head. "Don't you think finding yourself...there is proof enough?" Ami's expression said that she couldn't really argue with that. "Besides--" George said, then shut her mouth before she stumbled into Too Much Information Land.

"It happened," George said at last. (I just don't know how I feel about that. Or about the fact that Jack and Faith and Chloe are all chomping at the bit for a rematch.)

[Molly] (Tag Tara)

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Molly finished her soup and waited for Tara to do the same. "Come on, I'll show you the room and we'll see if it is your stuff there."

Molly led the blond to the room she had awoke in with Pearl and May.

Inside Pearl wad laying, stretched out on the bottom bunk to the left of the door. There were tears in her eyes. Those eyes went to Molly and Tara the moment they walked in.

"Could one of you please find me something for the pain? I'm afraid I may have popped a stitch or two." She sat up and lifted the skirt she was wearing. One of the wide gauze bandages on her thighs had a blood stain leaking through.