[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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[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."

[Fuji]

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The boy caught on the woman's surprised look, but didn't think anything of it. He was rather startled himself that he knew a language so foreign from his own. Considering his age, that had to be something, right? Not that he was sure how old he was, but... Yeah. He couldn't be too old. Maybe he had lived in an English speaking country before? He didn't know.

"Nice to meet you, Ami-san", the boy smiled, then gave an apologetic shrug. "I'd tell you my name if I knew it... Oh! Say, Ami-san, since we're only two Japanese people here, do you have any notes about us in that journal? Maybe... Our names or something?"

OOC: Where's that Manifest

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Fuji won't be nameless forever. He's actually on one of Daniel's updated manifests in Daniel's journal. Which Jon has until Daniel gets back from bandaging up dumb ass pirates.

Hmm...where's Jon?

[Ami]

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Ami considered the young man, then shook her head sadly. "No, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I only mentioned one Japanese man and that was Kenzaki." (The alien,) Ami added silently.

"But I'm not the only one who kept a record from what I've heard," Ami continued. "A girl named Chloe has one, she's the gorgeous blond with the brilliant green eyes, and Daniel Jackson has one. Maybe there's something written in one of theirs."

[George/"Millie"]

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"Uhmmm...hey," Millie said, approaching Ami. "That smells good," she said, indicating the pot of soup. "Can I do something to help?"

[Ami]

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Ami considered Millie's offer. "Let's see, we have vegetables chopped and added and . . ." She trailed off thoughtfully. "I know! On a lark, let's see if we can scare up anything to make rolls or some sort of bread. You never know, there might be a box of instant muffin mix about somewhere."

[George/"Millie"]

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"Okay," Millie said. She began searching through the cupboards in the kitchen. Plates, bowls, glasses, cookware. Cleaning supplies, salt, pepper, spices--ah, baking supplies. Flour, dried rice, crackers, a half-eaten package of generic Oreo knock-offs.

And several packets of biscuit mix. Millie looked at the directions. Easy as pie; just add water to the mix, spoon it out on a baking sheet and bake it. (Doesn't get much easier,) Millie thought.

"Cheese and garlic biscuits okay?" Millie asked.

Nobody objected so Millie set about making them. "Hey uh--Ami? So have you learned anything new?"

[Ami]

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"Biscuits sound grand," Ami agreed after aligning her brain to realize what Millie meant by biscuits. It came easily enough, which given what she read in her journal, didn't surprise her. Evidently Ami had quite a number of Yank friends and spent a great deal of time teleporting (!) across the pond.

Millie's question took her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. Given their current state, of course people were going to have questions of the very few who might have answers: those who had journals.

Ami chewed her lip, not wanting to lie, but not wishing to give anyone else a bad case of "freaked out" like she did Scott. Fortunately, she had Chloe's revelation about the kidnapping - (Who'd want to kidnap me? Why?) - as a temporary distraction.

"Well, I now know why I had about a week where I didn't write anything," Ami nodded in Chloe's direction. "I guess being kidnapped kept me busy." She gave a weak, forced laugh, far more disturbed by the prospect of being kidnapped than she wanted to let on. Ami caught her reflection in the stove top and instinctively touched the lock of gray hair. (Is that where this came from? Is that what I was healing from? What made me sick? What did they do to me? Who did it?)

"I wrote that a lot of people here are different," Ami continued in an effort to distract herself from unpleasant thoughts. "Having unique abilities and all. But . . ." Ami stopped stirring for a moment, "I didn't write about you, Millie. Not that I think I wrote about everyone, but if you're one of the freaks -- and I think my lovely display of collapse earlier puts me squarely in that category so I can say it without offending anyone -- I didn't know it or didn't write about it . . ."

Ami trailed off then recalled Millie -- and Daisy -- seeing and talking to a man that no one else could see. In the later entries with the brief updates, she'd marked that Daisy was a Grim Reaper like "George." Of course that went with the confusing notations early on that George -- whomever she was -- was dead. Undead. But not a vampire. Ami had been confused writing it, and she wasn't any less confused now.

But maybe Millie was George? Plenty of people went by their middle names or nicknames, especially if they hated their given names. She knew that MB did, how did she know that anyone else didn't?

"Maybe," Ami looked at Millie consideringly. "What's your last name, Millie? Or you middle name? Gould it be ... well, I don't know, something that you might abbreviate to George?"

(And then what? What if she says, yes? You're going to tell her she's dead?)

Ami figured she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

[George/"Millie"]

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"Fuck," Millie said, startling Ami. "Not that again, goddammit!"

"What?" Ami asked, clearly surprised by her strong reaction, and maybe a little alarmed by it too.

"Oh, uh--weren't you here when Jon was giving me the third degree? Oh, no, that's right--Scott carried you out of here before that happened."

"Before what happened, Millie?" Ami asked carefully.

"My passport says I'm Mildred--Millie Hagen," Millie said, "but there are some newspaper clippings with my picture in them that say I'm Georgia Lass, and I'm dead."

"Dead?" Ami echoed, looking unreasonably shocked.

"Yeah." Millie rolled her eyes. "Killed by a--" (toilet seat) "--piece of debris that fell from orbit. Apparently," Millie addly acidly, "I blowed up reeeal gooood."

Ami seemed momentarily speechless. "It's a load of shit, but Jon seems to think I'm up to no good and using a fake name. But he's just paranoid," she added loudly, for Jon's benefit, though a quick glance around the room proved that he wasn't there to hear it.

Millie blew out a heavy breath and tried to calm down. Then she asked Ami, "Why do you ask?"

[Ami]

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(She really is dead. Undead. Whatever.) Ami's fascination and morbid curiosity marginally outweighed her brain trying to override her with reminders that what she was thinking simply wasn't possible. She resisted the urge to reach out and grasp Millie's wrist and check for a pulse. The other urge, however, was instinctive. Ami reached out mentally, brushing against Millie's mind and sensing her surface thoughts.

She recoiled at the sense and 'sound' of nothing. Millie's emotions were there, not as strongly as others around her, but her thoughts were silent. Either Millie was dead, or she had some super shielding. Except that it didn't feel like shielding.

"Um, it's just that I mentioned this woman, George," Ami started and tried to figure out where to go with it. Something told her that suggesting to Millie that she had been killed by a piece of space debris probably wasn't the way to go. "She and Daisy could see and talk to dead people. And you were talking to that French bloke earlier that only you and Daisy could see so …" Ami trailed off with a shrug.

She could see and feel Millie's discomfort and glower and she suggested, "Maybe you faked your death? Changed your name? I mean, you can talk to dead people. According to what I wrote, that is, and you know," Ami waved her hand into air, "Earlier."

[George/"Millie"]

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"I mean, you can talk to dead people."

Millie stared at Ami for a minute. She'd forgotten that little incident--or put it out of her mind, more likely. Now Ami's words brought it all back to her.

She had been talking to someone that nobody else except that blonde, Daisy, could see. Or hear. If it were just her, Millie might think she was simply crazy--but Daisy could see and hear Frenchy as well. So did that mean they were both crazy? Or could they actually...talk to...ghosts?

Millie didn't like that idea. So there was only one thing to do. Ignore it. Change the subject. She gladly seized hold of the other topic Ami had offered.

"Yeah, maybe that's it! I faked my..." Faked a death by falling space debris? Right in the middle of a busy street? That didn't sound very likely, now did it? "No..." Millie said.

"That doesn't make any sense," Millie said. "A fake newspaper headline sounds a lot easier to do." Millie busied herself for a minute putting the baking sheet of biscuits into the oven.

She glanced sidelong at Ami, who was watching her silently. "So what did you write about 'George' anyway?"

[Ami]

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Ami wasn't oblivious to George - er, Millie's - change of conversation. She didn't resist though because she was far more comfortable not talking about it as well.

"There's the first bit," Ami started, "You know, with the dead people and all. Then, let's see ... I wrote that George was interesting. Not bad interesting, but the good sort, the sort you want to get to know. She was very forward and spoke her mind and, oh yes, she had a night of incredible torrid shagging with a bloke named Jack. Everyone," Ami paused and put extra emphasis on the 'everyone,' "knew about that. But only Daisy and I managed to weedle any extra special details out of her."

[George]

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Millie was coming to the reluctant conclusion that she was, in fact, this "George" that Jon was so suspicious of. And that Ami had written about. She wondered why she went by that name. Admittedly, "Mildred" was not a name she'd choose for herself--but "George" was kinda strange too. Probably it was a nickname for Georgia, which was at least a decent name.

So she was interested in what Ami had to say about the George she'd known before they all lost their memories. She listened closely as Ami summarized her description of Geo--of her.

Interesting sounded promising. "'Interesting' is good," George said. So did very forward and being a woman who spoke her mind. George was feeling pretty good about herself.

Then Ami dropped her bombshell. A night of torrid shagging. And everyone knew about it. Ami made that perfectly clear. And then, to make matters worse (could they get worse?), she apparently was the kiss-and-tell type!

George groaned, covering her face with her hands. The only consolation was that apparently she'd only had one person in her bed that night. She'd had to work her way up to a full-blown orgy. "Oh god," she said, "I am a slut!"

[Ami]

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"What? No!" Ami turned to the other woman in confusion. Either George was extremely repressed or they shared a completely definition of slut. One night of good, enjoyable sex and letting oneself enjoy it did not a slut make. An enviable woman, but a slut no. Ami told George -- and the woman's reaction confirmed that she thought she was George as much as Ami did -- as much.

Of course, something else niggled her mind about George and relationships, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she gave up. "You proudly had sex with a really fit bloke that you'd known for a few weeks, there's nothing wrong with that."

It wasn't as though George had shagged a man she technically only knew for a few hours. (Even if he is in my head and I did write that he's my fiance,) Ami's eyes instinctively roamed toward Scott as she carefully shielded her thought from him. Her entire body blushed and she squirmed, simultaneously chagrined, embarrassed and ... turned on by the memory.

Jerking her attention away from Scott, Ami vigorously stirred the soup. "No, nothing I wrote ever implied that I, or anyone else, thought that you were a slut. Really."

[George]

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(Yeah, but you didn't wake up in bed with three other people this morning,) George thought. (With two other girls,) George amended. Although...come to think of it, would waking up with three guys have been better?

And Ami didn't have that voice in her head, berating her for her failings. (Wait--whose voice?) George wondered. Was that a memory? But the moment she thought about it, it slipped away.

She couldn't hear it now; there were no words, not even a tone of voice. She couldn't say if it was a man's voice or a woman's, or put a face to it. Or even a context.

She had no memory of it, but the message had clearly sunk in. George was a disappointment. So--slut, right? Among other failings, perhaps. Maybe that's why she was George now instead of Millie. Maybe Millie ran away from someone. A parent? Teachers? A boyfriend or husband?

Ami didn't seem to think she was so bad. In fact, before she lost her memory she seemed to like George. And she was certainly doing her best to buoy George's spirits.

Still..."Maybe not," George said, "but--waking up..." she hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Waking up in bed with three other people? What would you call it?"

[Ami]

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"Three other people?!" Ami's surprised exclamation came out considerably louder than she'd intended. Also from the look of utter horror and chagrin on George's face, coupled with the other woman's steadily reddening face, it came out considerably louder than George would have liked. Several heads swiveled in their direction, and Ami immediately lowered her voice.

(She had sex with three other people?!) At least Ami managed not to blurt that out.

"Um, all right then, wow." That was not the woman that Ami read about in her journal. But clearly it was the woman she wrote about, so maybe she had a little bit – all right a lot – of repressed naughtiness. Extreme repressed naughtiness.

"Maybe um," Ami tried to find something to soothe George. "Maybe you're just the adventurous sort. Very adventurous." (Or very, very horny.) She couldn't fathom having that sort of adventure. Ami imagined that she might have imagined having a go with three fit blokes once upon a time – who hadn't – but carrying through with it? That did cross the boundaries of slutdom. Except that the George she wrote about wasn't a slut, so it must have been something else entirely.

Curiosity though got the best of her and instead of trying to find more sooting words, Ami lowered her voice a bit more and leaned closer, "Just curious but … who was it?"

[Scott]

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Scott must have satisfied Chloe's curiosity since she set off in search of journals. That left him with a shell-shocked or stunned into disbelief doctor and Isabel the mostly-human.

/She had sex with three other people?!/

Ami's thought made Scott do a double take. He stared across the room at Ami and a scarlet-faced Millie for a few moments before he caught himself. It took effort, but Scott faced forward and managed to not comment back to Ami.

The scene his mind conjured of Millie, Chloe, Ami, and him was another matter entirely. Focusing on Dr. House banished the image immediately, and hopefully before Ami picked up on it.

OOC: *snerk*

Left Shift!

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Moving the thread here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/132385.html?thread=4182049&style=mine#t4182049).