[Daniel] The Return

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Who: The Whole Frakkin' Posse
Where: DHARMA Bunker: The Kitchen
When: Around noonish, during Soup's On
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete

Tropical thunderstorms, the group quickly learned, were violent and intense and happened without any discernible warning.* Just as quickly the rain ended and then started up again. During the first deluge, they all crowded into the "jail" and listened to the thunder rock the trees while lightening illuminated the sky. The second deluge caught them on the walk back from the jail.

Daniel thought that the rain was a pleasant balm. It was cooling both to his perspiration soaked skin and the humid, tropical weather. There was also the added visual appreciation of the lovely cadre of soaked to the skin women who accompanied them. Daniel did his best to not ogle his companions – that would be disrespectful – but he did appreciate the sight, and he noted that he wasn't the only one. Some people, like Ricardo, were a bit more obvious in their appreciation than others.

Then again, some, like Faith, were a bit more blatant in making certain that everyone got an eyeful of her wares.

By the time they made it back to the bunker, the rain was choking off again and the sun making its luminous appearance.

"Perfect timing," Daniel remarked, pushing on the door to the bunker. It didn't open and for a brief moment he was confused. Then he recalled the key card that he wore on the necklace with his dog tags, tucked into his shirt. His worries that rain might have damaged it were unfounded as slipping it into the slot immediately activated the security panel. It didn't, however, open the door.

Daniel stared at the infrared panel for a moment, then automatically pressed his palm against it.

The panel scrolled his name Jackson, Daniel and requested his passcode.

"All right," Daniel murmured. "That could be a problem."

"Is there a problem, Daniel?" John asked.

"There might be," Daniel answered. "The good news is that we have a secure facility here. The bad news is that its security relies on a few things I don't remember. Like a pass code."

"You mean we're stuck out here?" Ricardo demanded.

"Or you know, we could do it the old fashioned way," Faith slipped in front of him, and Daniel was pretty certain that her breasts brushing up against him was no accident. She winked at him, then proceeded to pound on the door. "Sometimes, you just gotta knock."

[*OOC: Information taken right from Tropical Weather Survial]

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(frozen) [Kenzaki]

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Kenzaki heard the pounding on the upstairs door and headed up out of the kitchen. Something was telling him that he should be the first one there in case it was the bad guys, though he wasn't quite sure why.

He opened the door to find the group that had gone to find the man on the screen. "You're back?" he asked.

(frozen) [Molly]

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Molly was almost sorry to see the thunderstorm end. There was something very energizing about it. It made her skin tingle and brought, what she was sure was a ridiculous smile to her face. The air was charged with something more than lightening.

But the other weren't all as happy. Wet clothing evidently wasn't worth the cool down.

As they waited for Faith's knock to be answered, Molly was more focused on things beyond the energy of the storm that had passed.

"After visiting Attica, I'm not going to complain that security is overdone. But unless we want to appoint a doorman, I think the pass codes should be one of the higher priorities." Her Irish accent had almost completely melted away now. She was less emotional, more centered.

She smiled at Kenzaki as he opened the door for them.

"However, he'd be cute in one of those blue doorman uniforms." She grinned and winked at Kenzaki, as if he were sharing the joke.

(frozen) [Tara]

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Daniel wasn't the only one who had to keep from ogling the other women in the group, and Tara caught herself staring at Faith several times on the way back to the bunker. Molly, too - although part of it was her aura and the red hair. (I guess I must have a thing for redheads.)

She smiled at the young man who opened the door along with Molly. "Yes, we are. Is everything all right here?"

((OOC: Tara doesn't realize it, but the TARDIS' translation circuit is working for her, so she understood Kenzaki's Japanese and spoke it back to him without realizing what she was doing. If it doesn't work that way, tell me and I'll repost.))

(frozen) [George/"Millie"]

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Millie was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, waiting for the biscuits to finish baking. She heard the pounding on the exterior door but the Japanese guy hurried through the door and up the concrete stairs to answer it. Millie stayed put.

After a minute he reappeared, followed by the crowd who'd gone exploring. Faith stalked in behind him, followed by the dark blonde girl, Daniel Jackson and the rest. They were all soaked to the skin. Faith, of course, strutted around as if inviting everyone to get an eyeful.

Millie glanced around and observed that she was being quite successful. Nobody seemed to resist taking at least a brief look, and why not? She'd been scantily dressed at best, now the tank top clung to her like a second skin--she might as well be naked.

"Got caught in the rain, did you?" Millie asked.

"You know it," Faith said, sauntering in Millie's direction. Millie unfolded her arms and stood up, a little alarmed. What was Faith up to now? "So what do you think, babe? Is this a good look for me?" Faith asked, parking herself directly in front of Millie.

"Uh...yeah, I guess," Millie said, looking around--trying not to stare at Faith. "I'm s-sure the guys like it."

Faith grinned and reached up to squeeze some water out of her hair. That that also put her breasts even more prominently on display for Millie wasn't lost on her, Millie was sure. "The guys?" Faith asked, "Sure. But what about you?"

Millie looked around, hoping for someone to come to her rescue. None of those watching seemed inclined to interfere, though. They seemed to be enjoying the show. Bastards. "Uh...yeah, I guess...."

Faith laughed, but then seemed to decide to take pity on her. She edged backward a few inches and sniffed the air. "Soup," she said, "and bread. Smells good. I guess I should go get into some dry clothes. Catch up with you later, doll...."

(frozen) [Dean/"Ricardo"]

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Ricardo was not pleased. Rain was not good for his gun, and he wasn't sure if he and Francis had gun cleaning supplies. Only the array of feminine assets on display kept him from grumbling under his breath.

When Danny-boy announced that he'd forgotten his pass code Ricardo's mood began to darken again. Thankfully hottie vampire slayer's idea worked. One of the two Asian guys answered the door. Then half of the group seemed to understand him.

"What the hell?" Ricardo exclaimed. "When'd you all learn Chinese?"

(frozen) [Alia/Liz and Isabel]

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"Japanese, I think," Liz said, wringing water out of her hair. "Chinese sounds different."

She shook herself, then stepped out of the resulting puddle and headed for the door further into the bunker.

"I'm going to find a towel," she said.

"No, wait," Isabel said, moving to block Liz's path. Liz gaped at her.

"You're walking! Where are your bandages?"

Isabel smiled. "Scott healed me," she said. "Let me take care of this for you."

She lifted a hand and ran it down Liz's front, just less than an inch from touching the other woman, and Liz felt a wonderful warmth and dryness spreading from it. In moments she was clean, dry and well-groomed.

"Thanks!" she said. "That's quite a trick."

Isabel chuckled.

"Just a little one," she said. "But undeniably useful in unpredictable weather."

(frozen) [Daniel]

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"Definitely Japanese," Daniel noted. That didn't answer Ricardo's question, however. When and how did the still unnamed blonde and Molly learn to speak Japanese? (Maybe around the same time you started to remember strange languages,) Daniel reminded himself.

Thoughts of strange languages gave him a good reason to look away from the far too wet and far too attractive women surrounding him. He searched the kitchen for Jon, but didn't see the teenager anywhere. He was momentarily distracted again by Faith's over-the-top flirting with Millie, which sent his mind in places that it should not go. Fortunately, the next distraction came in the form of Isabel, who thankfully was neither wet nor flirting.

He was still reeling from her comment about Scott healing her feet when she dried Liz's clothes with one hand.

"Looks like a lot of people around here have neat tricks," Daniel commented wryly. He didn't sense or get the feeling that he was one of those people. Other than speaking a multitude of languages and being a trained soldier, he was pretty certain that he was normal.

"What's yours?" Faith called from the doorway. The curl of her mouth and lean of her body told Daniel - and everyone else in the room - that she wasn't quite done flirting yet.

Daniel smiled back, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Anytime, Danny boy," Faith laughed huskily. "Maybe I'll bring a few friends." She winked at him, or quite possibly at every interested man and woman in the room, then turned and strolled from the kitchen. He was certain that he was not the only one who watched her retreating ass.

(frozen) [Ami]

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Ami looked up at the return of the "rescue" party. It must have rained, although they hadn't heard it in the bunker, because each member of the party had an entry into the wet t-shirt contest. Ami briefly split her attention between minding the soup – that didn't really need much minding anymore – and admiring the forms of the men.

(Are only the fit and the gorgeous allowed to take up residence on this island? Unattractive need not apply?) Ami wondered.

Amusement rippled across the link she shared with Scott and Ami flashed him a sheepish smile from across the room. /I can't be the only one who noticed?/

/No,/ Scott agreed, /You're not./

Isabel's demonstration of her abilities made Ami squirm a bit. Her journal, and her instinctive reactions told her that she was not – and had never been – that free to display her skills and abilities. That had to say something. Of course her journal implied that she tried to protect herself from being a lab rat, but Chloe's revelations about kidnapping told Ami that failed miserably.

Not wishing to dwell or think about that, Ami asked a question of the returnees. "How's the injured bloke? And where is he for that matter?"

"He's going to live," Daniel said. Ami didn't know the man well enough to judge, but based on their brief acquaintance, she didn't think he sounded particularly pleased about that development.

"That's good, then, right?"

"They're prisoners," Daniel said softly. He looked at her almost sadly, and Ami felt a wave of compassion from him. The compassion morphed into disgust and anger, though his voice stayed neutral as he continued. His next words were for the entire room. "They're being held there for good reason. We have evidence that shows at least one of them was responsible for the harm that was perpetuated against several women here in this bunker. They might even be responsible for our memory loss."

Daniel held up a hand to forestall interjections, "I don't have all the answers or information yet. None of us do. But we will be looking at the survellaince tapes, and reporting back what we find. I know this isn't easy for anyone, but we have to do this methodically and everyone needs to have a bit more patience.

"Chloe, Ami," Daniel's gaze swept over them, "I know you both kept journals. I'd like to talk to you about anything in them that's pertinent to our current situation." Again his eyes lingered on Ami longer than necessary, making her distinctly uncomfortable. "But first, I think I'm going to find some dry clothes."

(frozen) [Tara]

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"I didn't even realize I was speaking it," Tara said, amazed. "I just understood what he said and replied. That was Japanese?"

She was distracted yet again by Faith's display with Millie, completely failing in any attempts she was making to not stare at the show. The cafeteria was starting to feel a little warm - well, it would have if she wasn't soaking wet.

Daniel's revelation about the prisoners and what they were responsible for chilled her more than the wet clothes as the memory of that recording immediately sprang to mind. She didn't comment, though, not wanting to disturb the obviously healthy blonde from the video any more.

Dry clothes. Oh. Oops.

"Um, I need to get some clothes too, but I don't know where my things are. I forgot to even look for my ID in the rush."

"Did you check your room?" someone asked.

"I-I don't know where my room is," Tara admitted, embarrassed. "I was outside when the memory loss started. I'm not sure where to start."

(frozen) [Isabel] Clothes drying is my speciality

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"Don't worry," Isabel said, leaving Liz and moving toward the remaining wet people. "Now that I can walk again the least I can do is sort out your clothes if nobody objects?"

It was a simple trick, but Isabel found that when she'd dried off several people - getting most of the dirt out of their clothes and hair at the same time - she was assaulted by a sudden wave of tiredness, and caught a chair to stop herself from staggering. Smiling at the looks of concern, she pulled the chair out and sat down in it.

"Just need to rest a bit," she said. "That's not as easy as it looks - or as easy as it feels." She sniffed the air. "How's the soup coming along Ami?"

((OOC: If anybody does object, assume Isabel left them out.))

(frozen) [Locke] Observing

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Watching the others' reaction to Isabel's display was as amusing as her abilities were amazing. DI Tyler's jaw had dropped when she'd explained that Scott had healed her feet. There wasn't much more he could do than gape at Isabel when she dried his clothes by waving her hand. "Th-thanks," he managed. Then he made a beeline for the exit.

"Detective Tyler!" Daniel called. "Are you all right?"

"Fine," the Brit tossed over his shoulder. He certainly didn't sound fine. "Back to work. Tapes to review..."

Frank and Ricardo's reactions were markedly different. Both young men watched Isabel curiously and a bit warily. "Thanks, honey," Ricardo drawled.

"Thank you," Frank echoed. "How'd you do that? Magic?"

Isabel shrugged. "I don't know. I just can."

Finally it was Locke's turn. Isabel somehow radiated warmth, wicking the rain from his clothes. He couldn't have held back his grin if he'd tried. "That's amazing. Thank you."

Then Isabel stumbled. She caught herself before Locke could, then asked about the soup Ami was fixing. "You just need some food?"

(frozen) [Daniel, Damon/"Will"]

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While Ami assured the gathered masses that the soup was on its way, Daniel looked around again, reflexively doing a head count. He frowned when he caught himself, then shrugged it off. Given what he'd read in the medical files and heard on Ethan's video 'interrogation,' he had very good reason for doing such.

Daniel ducked into the hallway, keeping his eyes open for Jon and following fast on the heels of the Brit Detective. While most people here simply took the weirdness in stride, it didn't take a genius to see that the weirdness wasn't settling well with Tyler.

"Hey, where's the fire?" The quip came from the red haired American with the possible wife and baby who just managed to side-step the fleeing detective.

Tyler murmured an apology and kept going.

"What's up with him?" 'Chris' asked.

"He's -" Daniel stopped. Tyler had every reason to be freaked out and Daniel didn't have any good reason to talk him out of being freaked out. "Never mind. Have you seen Jon?"

"Nope, not for a while. Is everyone back?"

"Yeah, we're all back," Daniel nodded. "If you see Jon, tell him to bring the notebook to the control room, please, all right, Chris?"

"Will," the man corrected him.

"What?"

"My name. I found some ID. I'm Will."

"All right, then, Will." Daniel nodded and headed toward the control room while Will ducked into the kitchen.

EXIT DANIEL/ENTER DAMON/"WILL"

(frozen) [Isabel]

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Isabel watched Tyler depart from her chair and sighed. He seemed like a nice guy - even though he was a cop, and somehow she felt she didn't trust cops very much. If her abilities were anything to go by - and more importantly, if other people's reactions to her abilities were anything to go by - she might have a very good reason for that.

Especially as Scott had said she wasn't entirely human. Perhaps that would be reason enough for her to avoid the authorities. Yet here she was flaunting her abilities...

Too late to stop, of course.

"Will, eh?" Isabel asked the redhead. "Nice. Getting a bit hard to keep track of all these people discovering their names though."

(frozen) [Kenzaki]

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Kenzaki had managed to stay quiet for the whole exchange. The fact that the girl spoke Japanese, but didn't speak Japanese, was mystifying. He'd have to ask her later about it.

And on top of that, the wet clothing had been a distraction, the magical drying not blunting his feelings much. Jakkuson-san might have warned him to look out for strange abilities on his end, but he could guess from his own reactions that at least those were... well, plain and ordinary. Not wanting to look bad, he smiled and headed out the same door the others had come in. Someone in there could understand his words, at least.

"I'm going out to guard, call me if you need me," he said as he headed out the door.

KENZAKI exits.

(frozen) OOC exit stage left

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Sam Tyler's scurried off to the control room. (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/133500.html)

(frozen) [Molly]

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Molly nodded to Isabel in thanks for the dry clothes. Her sneakers appriciated it.

"I think you're with us. Judging by your clothing tastes, you'd be the one Pearl borrowed a skirt from. You, me, May and Pearl." Molly held up her bow a bit. "Gotta take her back, come on, we can look for your ID there."

Molly felt connected to this blond woman, somehow. A kind of tugging behind her rib cage. It wasn't sexual, not quite emotional, really. More a warm presence. The closer she got in proximity to her, the stronger it was.

"You want to eat something first?"

Isabel looked mildly ill, but compared to being unable to walk.

Magic used energy, maybe her power did as well.

Wait a minute, how did she know magic used energy? Oh yeah, right, elf.

"Blood sugar most likely dropped, hon. Using a powwer has to use some sort of energy or fuel. Basic physics, really."

(frozen) [Tara]

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((OOC: This sucks, but I'm posting as is because I need to shut down Firefox in a second and have been sitting on this post for an hour. I think Ami and George and company are still making lunch.))

Tara smiled gratefully at the blonde as the rush of warmth eradicated most of the damp from her soaked clothing, her waterlogged skirt becoming suddenly lighter. "Thank you." Her smile faded at Isabel's obvious exhaustion. Her powers weren't magical, but magic used energy, so maybe it worked the same way.

She nodded as Molly voiced the same thing she was thinking. The idea of magic barely fazed her, really - first Michelle's display with the monitors, then knowing Molly was a Sidhe, then the auras that were finally becoming defined and distinct now that she knew how to look for them - so maybe it was an everyday part of life for her. If she was going to find out more about herself, finding some ID would be a start.

But there were other concerns, as her stomach reminded her by growling loudly. "S-Sorry," she said, embarrassed. "I didn't get any breakfast. Maybe I should get something to eat too. Do you need any help?" she called to the group who were still getting lunch ready.

(frozen) [Damon/"Will"]

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(Something smells good,) Will thought as he fully entered the kitchen. A quick sweep of the room with his eyes and he knew why. Ami was cooking something in a big pot.

(Soup,) his mind supplied. Like his computer discovery (), which he was trying hard not to think about, somehow he just knew what she was doing. Will knew it the moment her thought about her, as he grew more aware of her presence just lurking at the back of his mind. (Her and Jon. At least the hottie isn't avoiding me.)

Ami's head jerked up abruptly and he felt her embarrassment as she met his gaze.

Will wondered exactly how red his face was as he looked away from her, /Uh, you kinda heard that, huh?/

/I kinda heard that, too,/ Jon 'said.'

Jon's answer was a welcome distraction from Ami's half-'murmured,' embarrassed affirmative response. /Daniel is looking for you./

/Whatever,/ Jon responded with far more surliness than Will thought a teenager should have. /Does your wife know you're out trolling for hotties?/

Will wondered if it was possible to give someone a telepathic bitch slap.

/She's not your wife,/ Ami interjected.

Will swiveled his head around to look at her again. He managed a very eloquent, /Huh?/

"I think we have the kitchen covered," Ami told the blond. "But you're welcome to sign on for clean up." She added to Will, /I have a journal. I talked about you. We should talk./

Will thought about his freaky weird computer skills, and the fact that he had two people in his head. /If you're going to tell me that I have some weird mad computer skills, I'm already ahead of you./

/It gets better./

/Define better,/ Jon chimed in.

/Later. After lunch,/ Ami promised.

Will sighed, but didn't press. He tried not to look to depressed by the knowledge that for whatever reason, the pretty blond with his baby wasn't his wife.

/I'm not a total dick, am I?/

Ami's amusement radiated. /No, you're not./

/Good./ Maybe there was a reason for it after all. He looked over to the blond, "There are plenty of hungry people here, want to help me locate bowls and spoons and get a buffet grub line set up?"

Then he'd go find Claire and Aaron. Wife or not, she needed to eat. And she probably needed a break too.

(frozen) [Alia/Liz & Isabel]

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Feeling wonderfully warm and dry after Isabel's treatment of her clothes, Liz absorbed the delicious odours of soup for a while. It soon became clear that the soup wouldn't be ready for a while though, so she slipped out of the cafeteria. Clean and dry or not, some bodily needs still had to be attended to after a long walk in the jungle.

EXIT ALIA/LIZ


Isabel felt much more stable after she'd sat in the chair for a while, her balance back to normal, although she felt weak - drained might be a better way to describe the feeling. She thought back to what she'd used her abilities for that she could remember, and realised that drying people was probably the most intensive use she'd put them to in that time, especially as she'd cleaned their clothing and hair at the same time.

Always good to know your limits, she thought, leaning comfortably on the tabletop as she watched the various conversations taking place around the room, not really listening to them but enjoying their company. Somewhere, she realised, she'd started to like a lot of these people. She wondered if she still would once they all had their memories back.

If they ever got their memories back, that is. If they didn't... might as well get on with life, since if they did remember who they were they could reassess their situation with that in mind when it happened.

She sniffed the air expectantly. The soup definitely smelled like it was nearly ready.

(frozen) [Mayday, Tara] Hey! Look what I found!

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((OOC: Feel free to NPC Tara through lunch and have her take a bowl of soup to Kenzaki outside. I may not get to it tonight.))

MAYDAY ENTERS

Having showered and changed into clean clothes, May had taken a moment to search the room she'd awoken in more thoroughly. She put the strange metal bracelet away, to be examined later.

Her search had yielded another small bag, with another passport - and the photo was familiar. She hurried to the cafeteria, hoping to find someone who knew the passport's owner.

So when she walked in, she was pleased to see the rescue team, for a variety of reasons. "Hey! You guys are back! How'd it go?"

"Well enough," Locke said. "What do you have there?"

May handed the passport and the shoulder bag she'd found it in to the blonde - no, Tara, she had a name now - who accepted it, startled. "I found this in our room. You're definitely bunking with us."

Tara opened the passport and studied it thoughtfully. "I guess I am. I'm Tara," she added more loudly for the others' benefit. "Tara Maclay." The name didn't sound familiar, but she couldn't help but smile - she knew her name, which was reason enough to be happy.

She put the passport in her shoulder bag, finding a small zipper pocket on the inside to keep it safe. "I-I'll get the spoons," she told Will, moving to the kitchen cabinets to help set up.