[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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[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."

[Isabel]

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"Well it suits you," Isabel said, admiring with no little envy Chloe's utterly perfect sunkissed body. "And I'm glad to hear someone else has some information about our situation. I've not found anything of mine, but apparently I got here in a shipwreck so perhaps I shouldn't expect to." She grinned to take the melancholy shade off the line of the conversation. "At least somebody saw fit to write down my name, even if it was in a medical file."

She gestured to her bandages, which made her aware of how much the wounds underneath them were itching. She pushed it to the back of her mind again, and in an effort to ignore it she doodled on the table with the tip of her finger, leaving a dark line in the table's dull grey surface where it passed.

ISABEL EVANS WAS HERE

she wrote, then waved a hand across it. The letters shifted.

ISABEL EVANS' FEET ITCH

it said. She chuckled and waved a hand over them again. This time, the letters faded away completely.

"You're a doctor then," she said to House. "I don't suppose you happen to remember anything about how to relieve excessive itching?"

[Scott]

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Scott listened to Chloe while keeping an eye on Dr. House, who carefully sipped the tepid water. The mention of Ami being one of the kidnappees made his stomach clench. He narrowed their link so he wouldn't upseet her. (Kidnapped, then tortured. Jesus.) Scott reluctantly wondered what other details she'd recorded in her journal that he hadn't yet heard.

Isabel's writing with her fingertip was simultaneously amazing, unnerving, and amusing. "I don't suppose you happen to remember anything about how to relieve excessive itching?"

"Antihistamines," the doctor muttered. He seemed to be fighting a bout of nausea.

Isabel turned her wheelchair toward the door. "I'll check the infirm--"

"Wait," Scott blurted. Chloe, House, and Isabel's eyes turned to him. "I think I can help."

"You found some meds in your room?" Chloe asked.

Scott shook his head, wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. He forced himself to meet Isabel's eyes. "I can heal people. I-- I helped Ami earlier. I can try to heal your feet. If you want."

[Isabel]

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Isabel regarded Scott thoughtfully. He seemed nervous and almost regretful, but she thought there was a genuine desire to help. If he could do it... she didn't see why it shouldn't be possible, and she'd said herself earlier that someone might have healing powers. And there was no denying that having the use of her feet would be wonderful.

She nodded.

"Okay," she said, "but only do something if you're confident. Just in case."

[Chloe]

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"Good idea," Chloe agreed. Not that she knew anything about healing powers, but thinking about the kind of things that could go wrong if you mucked about with someone's body when you didn't know what you were doing was rather alarming.

Isabel's finger writing was intriguing too. And not something she'd noted in her journal. But then, she had nothing in her journal about Isabel at all. (Guess I didn't know her. I wonder what else she can do?)

It didn't escape Chloe notice that Isabel was very attractive too. But then, Chloe was happily aware that the great majority of her fellow amnesiacs were remarkably pretty. It definitely made hanging around them more pleasant even if her dance card seemed quite full enough at present.

Chloe turned her attention to Scott. "Do you know what you're doing?"

[Scott]

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OOC: Oops. My last post took a while. I'll respond to this one, then we can segue to the one below.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Yes!" Scott shot back. He blinked as he realized the truth of it. He may not remember the details, but Scott was sure that he could heal Isabel's injuries. "Yes. I'm sure."

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Being the center of attention, even if he'd done it to himself, was clearly not Scott's thing. The fact that Isabel accepted his claim at face value and Chloe was plainly curious helped.

Trying to ignore House's skeptical frown, Scott fished his sphere from his pocket. "What's that?" Chloe asked.

Scott's hand closed more tightly around the metal ball. "It's, um..." (Fuck. This was a really bad idea.)

/Go on, Scott./ The gentle encouragement that Ami sent across their link felt wonderful. /Even if they're frightened at first, you're *helping* Isabel. They can't fault you for that./

Scott sent back a pulse of gratitude and wrenched his fingers open. The fluorescent light gleamed dully off of the silvery orb. "I'm not really sure, but it helps me. A tool, I guess."

"Oh." Questions shone in Chloe's unnaturally green eyes, but she didn't voice them.

"Okay." Scott turned to Isabel, enclosing the sphere in his fist again. "This is going to make some noise, like a hum, and I'm not sure how long this'll take. But I'm sure I can do it."

He reached for her hand with his free one. When she nodded Scott grasped her hand then had to fight a knee-jerk instinct to pull back.

/What?/

/Scott!/

The first voice was Isabel's; the second Ami's. He tried to speak to both at once. /You're, um, you're not human. Not fully./

/Isabel?/ Ami asked. Scott sent a pulse of acknowledgement along their link.

Isabel frowned slightly, but held Scott's gaze. /You can tell by touch alone?/

/Yes./

Scott felt her mulling the idea over for a few moments. Then, /Are you human?/

/Not fully,/ Scott admitted. /I don't know what the other part of me is any more than I know what yours is. Except that we're different./

/Yes,/ Isabel replied thoughtfully. /Interesting./ Then she grinned. /Could you do something about my itch feet now?/

Scott found himself grinning back. Isabel's easy acceptance was wonderful. /Sure./ His mind reached for the silver sphere. It hummed and glowed when he connected with it. He started with one of the shallow, nearly healed cuts and followed instinct.

Ironically, healing was like riding a bike. As Scott mended tissue and directed dead cells to the lymph system the hows and whys of what he was doing came back to him. The concentration required helped him ignore the whispered conversation Chloe and House were having.

Several minutes later Scott sat up straight, dropping his attention from the sphere. Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he felt a bit drained. "Done," he grinned.

OOC: If Isabel's out of character let me know and I'll repost. Also, Scott pushed the sutures out of Isabel's skin. It wouldn't be fun to have to pull them out.

[Isabel]

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"I know," Isabel said in a tone of wonder. "That was amazing."

She pushed her wheelchair back from the table and pulled the bandages and dressings from her feet. Pieces of suture fell out, and she examined her feet which were now perfect and healthy. Gingerly, she stood up and smiled.

"Thank you," she said to Scott. "Thank you very much." It wasn't enough to just say it, but she couldn't think of anything else to do. She put a hand over his and projected her gratitude to him, let him feel the depth of it.

/Thank you/

It had been strange to watch from inside her mind as Scott had healed her. It seemed lke she'd seen it before, and she found herself contemplating the possibility of using her own abilities for healing. Something inside her shied away from that though. Too complicated. Too much to go wrong. Someone else would be good at it.

And Scott had said... she was an alien. Or part alien. The notion didn't seem wrong, she thought as she sat back down again. Judging by the reactions other people had to her abilities, it hadn't been likely that she was an ordinary human being.

She looked at Scott, frowning slightly. What kind of alien? And were she and Scott the same kind, or from different places?

[Chloe]

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Scott's healing of Isabel was pretty unexciting to watch. A faint hum and a hint of blue glow leaking from the fist that clutched the metal marble was all Chloe could see. Otherwise he simply held onto her hand and sat with his eyes closed. Concentrating hard, Chloe assumed, because a film of perspiration gathered on his forehead.

Eventually Scott relaxed and opened his eyes. Chloe was about to ask Is that it? when Isabel eagerly tore off the bandages on her feet, revealing smooth, unbroken pink skin. Now that was impressive.

"Wow," Chloe said, "she's right--that's amazing! What else can you do?"

Isabel and Scott looked at her and Chloe felt her cheeks warm. Scott hadn't been eager to reveal himself; more like he felt obliged to do what he could to help Isabel despite his reservations. And Isabel was still glorying in her newly healed status.

"Sorry," Chloe said, "I don't mean to--I just...ask a lot of questions, I guess."

[Scott]

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"You're welcome," Scott said aloud and telepathically to Isabel. (Another half-alien. Whodathunkit?)

Chloe piped up, "Wow, she's right--that's amazing! What else can you do?"

Scott frowned at the incredibly attractive young woman. Although he wasn't particularly eager to share, he had just made a blatant display of his healing ability.

Meanwhile Chloe blushed, chagrinned. "Sorry. I don't mean to--I just...ask a lot of questions, I guess."

"It's okay," Scott said with the best smile he could muster. He'd already admitted to his other abilities anyway. "As far as I know, healing, telekinesis, empathy, and a little telepathy."

"Telepathy?" Chloe echoed. She seemed intrigued and a bit wary.

Scott shrugged. "Only with other telepaths, and even then it's difficult." He nodded at Isabel. "Just now I learned that I could hear and speak with Isabel, but I think it was due to physical contact." Scott faced the gorgeous half-alien, who'd withdrawn her hand. /Can you hear me?/ Aloud he promped, "Anything?"

Isabel shook her head.

"I guess I'm not wired that way," Scott supposed. After seeing how Isabel, Ami, and the other two telepaths had reacted to "the Doctor's" shout-out, he didn't mind one bit.

[Chloe]

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(Wow,) Chloe thought. (That's quite a laundry list of abilities.) Thinking about what she'd read on her laptop in the files on numerous "meteor freaks" she was struck by the realization that those individuals all seemed to have a single unusual ability.

(And here Scott has a handful.) One of which, telepathy, made her a little uneasy. A telepath could pry into your mind, uncovering all your secrets. Chloe didn't like that thought--and felt a little hypocritical for it.

It was clear from what she'd written, both on the computer and in her journal, that she was insatiably curious. She poked and prodded and questioned people incessantly, driven to uncover any secrets she came across. If she had Scott's gift she suspected she'd use it. A lot. It was probably just as well that she didn't.

Thinking about her journal reminded that she'd been hanging around with Veronica back at the beach camp. She'd written that Veronica too was really inquisitive. Chloe wondered if Veronica had kept a journal; if she had, Chloe hadn't noted it.

Perhaps she should ask. There might be more information there. Chloe looked at Isabel. "I'm glad you're better," she said. "That was really cool," she added, addressing Scott. "Daniel mentioned journals--I want to check on someone else who might've been keeping one. I'll talk to you two later, okay?"

EXIT CHLOE

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