[Chloe] Look! New faces!
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crossing_lostrpWho: Chloe Sullivan
Where: The Bunker (specifically, the cafeteria/kitchen)
When: Day 28, mid-afternoon (after A Crash and New Arrivals)
Invited: All and sundry!
Status: Complete
Chloe led the parade back to the bunker. The two new arrivals continued to banter--bicker?--like an old married couple, or at least old friends. They didn't appear to remember anything more about themselves than anyone else did, but the relationship seemed obvious in the familiar way they interacted. Occasionally John spoke English, but just as often they spoke a language that sounded like none Chloe had ever heard.
Mad Chris spoke it, though. And so did Ami, apparently. Chloe was feeling severely American, since she spoke--as far as she knew--only English. (But how many languages did I need living in the middle of Kansas anyway?) Chloe thought. It didn't help much. She hated being out of the loop--and not speaking Japanese, or this new one, didn't help.
Nobody had yet mentioned what that language was, either. She'd have to ask one of them about it.
As she walked, Chloe glanced down at her left hand. She'd burned it on the still very hot exterior of the shuttle--and watched as the bright red burn had faded to nothing in moments. Just like the small cut she'd gotten earlier. She thought about the note she'd written in her journal earlier: It's official--I'm a Meteor Freak!
Before Rodney had hacked into her laptop for her, that had meant nothing to Chloe. Now, having read her own files, she understood. She'd changed during her stint here on the island. Her eyes, her appearance, and her ability to heal. (Did my personality change?) Chloe wondered. It seemed possible, even likely, based on what she'd written about others affected by the meteorites--the "Kryptonite" she had in her possession. When she got her memory back would she recognize herself?
It was an uncomfortable question, and Chlow was happy to see the bunker just ahead. She banged on the door. After a minute it opened. "Guess what? More new faces!" Chloe announced.
Where: The Bunker (specifically, the cafeteria/kitchen)
When: Day 28, mid-afternoon (after A Crash and New Arrivals)
Invited: All and sundry!
Status: Complete
Chloe led the parade back to the bunker. The two new arrivals continued to banter--bicker?--like an old married couple, or at least old friends. They didn't appear to remember anything more about themselves than anyone else did, but the relationship seemed obvious in the familiar way they interacted. Occasionally John spoke English, but just as often they spoke a language that sounded like none Chloe had ever heard.
Mad Chris spoke it, though. And so did Ami, apparently. Chloe was feeling severely American, since she spoke--as far as she knew--only English. (But how many languages did I need living in the middle of Kansas anyway?) Chloe thought. It didn't help much. She hated being out of the loop--and not speaking Japanese, or this new one, didn't help.
Nobody had yet mentioned what that language was, either. She'd have to ask one of them about it.
As she walked, Chloe glanced down at her left hand. She'd burned it on the still very hot exterior of the shuttle--and watched as the bright red burn had faded to nothing in moments. Just like the small cut she'd gotten earlier. She thought about the note she'd written in her journal earlier: It's official--I'm a Meteor Freak!
Before Rodney had hacked into her laptop for her, that had meant nothing to Chloe. Now, having read her own files, she understood. She'd changed during her stint here on the island. Her eyes, her appearance, and her ability to heal. (Did my personality change?) Chloe wondered. It seemed possible, even likely, based on what she'd written about others affected by the meteorites--the "Kryptonite" she had in her possession. When she got her memory back would she recognize herself?
It was an uncomfortable question, and Chlow was happy to see the bunker just ahead. She banged on the door. After a minute it opened. "Guess what? More new faces!" Chloe announced.
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[John]
Date: 2007-03-26 02:18 am (UTC)John snarled in a mixture of frustration and annoyance at the woman, he was nearly completely convinced that they had to be mortal enemies. No one this damn stubborn could have any friends. He took a few longer strides, moving to walk just slightly ahead of her. The rest of their rag-tag band of rescuers were also walking with them, the one who had somehow transported him out of the wreckage was speaking in hushed tones with the dark-haired doctor. The one with the ears was humming softly to himself and John wondered if he wasn't a little touched in the head.
She banged on the door. After a minute it opened. "Guess what? More new faces!" Chloe announced.
John tilted his head a little to gaze into the bunker, it was dim on the inside but he could see a few more heads turn to look at them. He sighed, feeling suddenly tired and more than a bit world-weary. The only person he knew on this entire god-forsaken stretch of land was a woman who seemed to only bark or snap at him, or withdraw away from him, whenever he so much as opened his mouth.
He wondered if the blond would be more willing to talk to him.
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-03-26 08:26 am (UTC)"Listen to me" she hissed, pulling him aside from the group for a moment. "I think there's a frell of a lot more to think about than if your stomach's growling, or if mine is. I'm more worried about finding out WHO we are."
She watched his blue eyes, looking at the hurt and anger that mingled there. For a fleeting instant, she wanted to kiss him, to chase away that look. But the moment passed.
"Are you always this frelling argumentative? Yotz ... you'd think I was asking you to surrender your pulse pistol or something, and for some reason I just know that would be a really bad idea. All I asked was are you hungry? Simple enough frelling question, don't you think? I wasn't asking to sleep with you for frell's sake."
Again, Aeryn fell into silence, as they continued walking and eventually came to a forbidding looking doorway. It looked like a conrete bunker... which is not surprising, since that was it's function.
She (Chloe) banged on the door. After a minute it opened. "Guess what? More new faces!" Chloe announced.
Aeryn followed, well aware of the stench of charred leather and fresh blood. She looked around, hopeful for a moment that there might be water and clean clothing... perhaps. But none of the women she'd seen so far even seemed to approach her size. That could be a problem.
John was pulling away from her, she could feel it and that made her feel more isolated. However, she preferred that for a moment, until she could at least work out some of the mess of thoughts in her head. She saw John watching the blonde and a surge of jealousy filled her heart. With a calm gaze, though, she forced such puerile thoughts down into the deepest depths and wouldn't let them show.
But she did feel (and maybe show a little) concern for her companion; John seemed to deflate as he realised they were fairly safe now, as if exhaustion had finally caught up with him.
[Rose] Organizing
Date: 2007-03-26 01:46 pm (UTC)The “new arrivals” liked like they had been through hell. So did a few of those who had gone to help them.
She spotted Mad Chris among them. His pants, black as they were, failed to hide the scorch marks. May looked like she had sunburn on her legs, and her shoes were… eww.
“You, show him to the shower,” Rose indicated indicated the new, dark haired man in rather ratty leather to the Doctor, “and get cleaned up yourself. I’ll see if those pants can be salvaged.” Rose looked over both the man and woman. “Scrubs will be easiest for now, then I’ll see if I can dig up some clothes for you.”
“Yes, Mum. Does this mean I’m whipped?” The Doctor made a rather pinched face.
“Nah, means I ‘ave you wrapped around my finger.” Rose grinned, her brown eyes sparkling. She might not remember much, but she knew being around Mad Chris, bantering with him, teasing, all felt right. Comfortable. Normal.
“Come on then, I’ll show you to the showers, and find some scrubs for both of you.” Rose tapped the new woman’s arm. She looked, wary as well as weary. “I’m sure we’ll find you someplace to sleep as well.”
“I’ll show her the showers. I need to use them too.” Molly volunteered, moving next to Rose. The tiny redhead had dirt smudges playing connect-the-freckles and had tree bark and leaves stuck in her braided hair. She was also grinning like a Cheshire cat.
(OOC: Molly has no translation service. Rose would sound like she was speaking Sebacean when speaking to Aeryn.)
[John] : Re : Organizing
Date: 2007-03-26 02:18 pm (UTC)“You, show him to the shower,” Rose indicated indicated the new, dark haired man in rather ratty leather to the Doctor, “and get cleaned up yourself. I’ll see if those pants can be salvaged.” Rose looked over both the man and woman. “Scrubs will be easiest for now, then I’ll see if I can dig up some clothes for you.”
John glanced up as another blond came over, her voice friendly, her accent lilting, just like the man with the ears. He looked from her to Mr. Man and back again, at least it now seemed that there was at least another couple here who had probably arrived together. And at least they seemed to get along relatively well. He sighed and looked down at his scorched and torn leathers before looking back up at the new blond girl. "Scrubs?" he asked, quirking a brow at her, "not sure I'd look good in scrubs, I'll just hang out in these until we can dig something else up. They're not so bad, they have that .. worn in feeling .." he laughed a little, glancing over at Aeryn. He hoped to get some kind of reaction from her, to ease the tension between them.
“Come on then, I’ll show you to the showers, and find some scrubs for both of you.” Rose tapped the new woman’s arm. She looked, wary as well as weary. “I’m sure we’ll find you someplace to sleep as well.”
John nodded to the blond, "Great, thanks. I could use a shower, I'm sure I smell like a week old donkey carcass." He grinned at her, "Name's John, by the way. John Crichton."
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-03-26 02:30 pm (UTC)"Scrubs?" he asked, quirking a brow at her, "not sure I'd look good in scrubs, I'll just hang out in these until we can dig something else up. They're not so bad, they have that .. worn in feeling .." he laughed a little, glancing over at Aeryn. He hoped to get some kind of reaction from her, to ease the tension between them.
Aeryn couldn't help but laugh at the mental image that she got. Oddly, she didn't know what a scrub was, but from the way John was reacting, it would look rather odd on him. As her thoughts wandered down the rest of the road, she found herself having to look away as he cheeks started burning at the mental images she saw. Not memories, but certainly not something she wanted to really entertain until she knew who either of them were!
Eventually, she got the grin down to a slight quirk of the lips and turned back to him. "I don't know, fly-boy. Doesn't look like you've got a lot to hang out, if the tightness of those pants is anything to go by." she grinned, showing she was joking, then turned back to Rose.
"I'm like John, though. I think I'd rather stick with the pants here, although a fresh top would be useful, if you could find something?"
[Rose]
Date: 2007-03-26 02:58 pm (UTC)[John]
Date: 2007-03-26 02:59 pm (UTC)John whipped his head around to look at Aeryn again, blue eyes round at the implied insult. "Hey you just listen here, Cranky-Pants," he replied, his voice edgy as he tried to maintain his dignity, "don't knock it 'til you try it okay? What you see isn't always what you get, so don't let the cover fool you, alright?"
He saw the smile which indicated she was probably trying to joke with him, but her words still stung. He looked at her for a moment, his own face still hard as he shifted where he stood, trying to subtly clasp his hands in front of his groin. He was struck with the sudden mental image of Aeryn, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered his name.
He shook his head and the image was gone, but now it left him more confused than ever. Why the holy hell would he think of something like that. And about her of all people?
[Rose]
Date: 2007-03-26 02:52 pm (UTC)Furious yapping bark filled the room as a small Golden Reciever puppy apparently decided John Chrichton was a fun new toy. Oorie growled at his boot even as her entire back end wagged to try to keep up with her tail.
“I think she may want to roll in you. Not a ringing endorsement.” Rose winked before scooping up the wriggling puppy.
"Come on Erin. I'll show you where you can clean up." Molly gestured for the tall woman to follow her.
"That's Molly, and she wants you to follow her to the showers where you can get clean," the Doctor clarified for the dark haired pilot, who apparently had little to no grasp of English.
OOC : Sorry
Date: 2007-03-26 03:02 pm (UTC)[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-03-26 03:36 pm (UTC)Aeryn looked at John's hurt expression and was instantly abashed that she'd caused such pain in his blue eyes. She blinked, then looked away as a memory of holding him while he cried came forward. No, this really wasn't the time.
"I'm sorry, I guess I shouldn't have tried that" she muttered. The apology didn't come easily, almost as if she wasn't used to making them. However, she had felt compelled to do so this time.
Rose: "You look like you might fit some of Ripley's pants, but not her tops... I'll loan you one of mine. Might spare you the hell of scrubs."
Aeryn nodded gratefully. "These clothes smell like they've been in the digestive tract of a Budong for a year!" she explained. "So, yeah, it would be great to get clean. Thank you Rose."
“I’ll show her the showers. I need to use them too.” Molly volunteered, moving next to Rose. The tiny redhead had dirt smudges playing connect-the-freckles and had tree bark and leaves stuck in her braided hair. She was also grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Just as Aeryn was about to comment, the Doctor chimed in.
"That's Molly, and she wants you to follow her to the showers where you can get clean," the Doctor clarified for the dark haired pilot, who apparently had little to no grasp of English.
Aeryn smiled at the funny man, then her eyes turned a little harder. "I caught that" she said quietly "it's just speaking this frelling language that isn't working, for some reason only known to Hezmana."
She suddenly felt bad. The Doctor had only been trying to be kind. "Look, I'm sor..." she stopped, the word sticking in her throat this time. Sighing, she just used her eyes to convey the thought she couldn't quite bring herself to voice.
She found herself thinking ~What in the name of Hezmana am I? Some sort of heartless tralk?~
(OOC: For those lost with the terms, I found the following, it might help! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farscape_terminology)
[John]
Date: 2007-03-26 04:46 pm (UTC)John slowly looked away from Aeryn, her unintended insult still stinging his dignity a little. He reached out to shake Rose's hand, gripping it firmly and providing her with his most award-winning smile. "I'm not one to argue with a woman who looks to know what she's talking about," he said, releasing her hand. "Not too keen on being donned in scrubs, per se, but if it means being able to get my clothes back, then I'll take the hit. And hey, week old donkey carcass isn't such a bad smell, it's considered quite high class in some cultures."
Furious yapping bark filled the room as a small Golden Reciever puppy apparently decided John Chrichton was a fun new toy. Oorie growled at his boot even as her entire back end wagged to try to keep up with her tail.
“I think she may want to roll in you. Not a ringing endorsement.” Rose winked before scooping up the wriggling puppy.
"Whoa, hey!" John said with a small laugh and a smile, taking a step back as the energetic puppy came his way. "Hey little fella," he said with a grin, watching as the puppy tried to wring itself in a circle while still trying to look ferocious at the same time.
“I think she may want to roll in you. Not a ringing endorsement.” Rose winked before scooping up the wriggling puppy.
"Like I said, nothing wrong with that, I think that puppy knows where it's at." He smiled at her as she began to walk him to where he assumed the showers were. She had a very easy and laid back attitude, one that made John feel a little less out-of place and time.
[Rose/Jack] (tag John C,)
Date: 2007-03-26 10:09 pm (UTC)"Don't worry. None in the bathrooms, that we've caught anyway. As for clothing, well I think you may be a similar size to..." Rose started but was cut a bit short.
"Hey, sweetness." Jack came out of the armory, where he and Blaise had been cataloging the weapons and ammo. "Hello,there." He turned up the smile as he took in John Crichton. "I'm Alan."
"No you're not. You're Jack Harkness. I don't believe Chris didn't tell you." Rose muttered.
"Jack? You sure? Alan has more of a ring to it." Jack frowned a bit.
"Positive. You're Captain Jack Harkness. You travel with me and The Doctor... Mad Chris." Rose passed along the wriggling puppy.
The pup immediately began licking Jack's chin and generally fawning over him.
"Captain, huh? I can live with that. Anyway, Nice to meet you. Nice to meet me, as well." Jack tucked the puppy under his arm and held his hand out to John. "I admire a man with good taste in weapons. Peacekeeper Pulse Pistol. Nice balance, excellent draw. Good choice."
Rose grinned. Jack wasn't just checking out the pistol. "Aren't three women in your harem enough? Anyhow... It looks like you and John are close in size. Could you maybe loan him some clothes?"
Jack's smile got huge. "Sure. You can get into my pants any time."
[John] (tag Rose & Jack)
Date: 2007-03-26 10:29 pm (UTC)John snorted a little and looked over at her with a smile, "I sure as hell hope there aren't any of those in the bathrooms, things I do in there I don't want anyone else knowing about, know what I mean?"
"Hey, sweetness." Jack came out of the armory, where he and Blaise had been cataloging the weapons and ammo. "Hello,there." He turned up the smile as he took in John Crichton. "I'm Alan."
John looked up as a new face appeared, a young man with dark hair and an endlessly cheery look about him, as though nothing really bothered him much. "Hey," John replied with a nod. He had been about to give his own name when Rose cut in and the two of them had a short back and forth regarding what the man's true name was. It made John frown a little, trying to figure out if the two of them were actually joking or not.
"Captain, huh? I can live with that. Anyway, Nice to meet you. Nice to meet me, as well." Jack tucked the puppy under his arm and held his hand out to John. "I admire a man with good taste in weapons. Peacekeeper Pulse Pistol. Nice balance, excellent draw. Good choice."
John slowly reached a hand out to shake the man's own, nodding a little. "John .. John Crichton. And yeah, nice to .. uh .. meet you too." He released the man's hand with a small frown of surprise as he lay the heel of his hand on the butt of his weapon. "How ... the hell did you know that?" he asked - when I, in fact, didn't - he added silently to himself. It was a little unnerving that a complete stranger knew more about the weapon on his hip than he did.
A name floated into his mind and John felt a grin splitting his face, "This here's Winona, best weapon this side of the galaxy. Gotten me out of more jams than two slices of toast. Don't ask me how I know that, just a feeling I have." He pat his holster affectionately.
Rose grinned. Jack wasn't just checking out the pistol. "Aren't three women in your harem enough? Anyhow... It looks like you and John are close in size. Could you maybe loan him some clothes?"
Jack's smile got huge. "Sure. You can get into my pants any time."
John looked between them as the two spoke again and it took him a moment to realize that the last sentence hadn't been directed at Rose. But at him.
He blinked and turned quizzical blue eyes to Jack, tilting his head a little to make sure he'd heard him correctly. "Hey, I'm sorry, took a blow to the head earlier and I think it affected my hearing. Were ... you just ... talking to .. me?"
[Jack/Rose] (tag John)
Date: 2007-03-26 11:19 pm (UTC)Rose chuckled. "In less than a day we've all discovered that Jack isn't picky."
Jack placed a hand over his heart. "I'm hurt. Really. I'm very picky. Gorgeous, willing, and up for anything. That really narrows the field around here, at least the last two."
"Apparently he left a room with three very attractive women this morning. He might not remember the party, but word does get around." Rose kept on grinning.
"And let me tell you, waking up surrounded by three naked, beautiful women ant the lovely ache that lets you know you had a hell of a time... and not remembering it... kinda brings a whole new level of suck. If I'm lucky, I might be able to convince them to remake those memories." Jack cuddled the puppy now. "And you are not invited. Corrupting puppies is not allowed."
Jack nodded to John. "You however, are more than invited."
He took in John's slightly surprised, lost look. As if he wasn't sure if he should be offended or terrified."Or not. You people are so rigid in your ideas of fun." Jack shook his head.
"Jack... clothes. And not the loss of them." Rose snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"Alright. I think I might even have a pair of leather pants. Similar make. Holds up great in a fight." Jack tilted his head. "As for how I know the gun... I seem to have a encyclopedic knowledge of weapons. Found that out in the armory. I can also break down just about anything in there and reassemble it in less than 90 seconds. And hey, we have Wrath stunners in there, pistol and rifle. Gorgeous and well maintained examples of their kind. Add to that I had this in my clothes pile this morning," Jack ran his own hand over the energy blaster strapped to his own leg, "I'm thinking I'm either military or mercenary. Which do you think sounds more seductive?" He asked Rose the last.
Rose shook her head. "I doubt we were payin' ya to travel with us. So military. Or inclined to dodge jealous husbands and wives. Shotgun weddings, entire villages..."
Rose grabbed John's arm and pulled him along. "Jack, leave the clothes on the bench in the showers. And you just might get shot if you try anything funny."
"He's not interested. I don't go where I'm not wanted." Jack called back.
"And he's actually one of the more normal of us here. Just to warn you. You crashed into the lap of wierd. I get a big brother type vibe off Jack. I'm glad or I'd be insulted he hasn't made a serious pass at me yet."
[John] (tag Jack/Rose)
From:[Chloe]
From:[Rose]
From:[John] (tag Rose, Chloe, anyone else)
From:[Chloe] (tag Rose)
From:[Scott]
Date: 2007-03-26 07:30 pm (UTC)"Ship?" Locke, who'd come inside when the group returned, echoed.
Scott gave the older man a mirthless grin. "Yeah. For lack of a better term, it looks like a small spaceship. Well, looked. Now it looks like a charred wreck." He idly wondered if any of the wiring or whatever sort of technology it used could be salvaged.
Re: [Scott]
Date: 2007-03-26 07:43 pm (UTC)May hung back behind the rest of the group, quiet and subdued for once as she mentally ran through what had just happened. In the wake of everyone's showing of strange abilities in the cafeteria, she'd dismissed her own antics as good reflexes and gymnastic ability, and the fact that Ami didn't look all that heavy. After all, she looked like an athlete, so that wasn't too surprising.
But the average athlete couldn't rip through a spaceship's hull with her bare hands like tinfoil. Or walk on walls. (Or wake up lying on the freaking ceiling!) she silently added. Even with the parade of odd abilities, she hadn't really seen that one coming; she hadn't been walking around accidentally tearing the handles off of doors and stuff. Of course, she may have instinctively known her own strength. But still, to have ripped off that panel so easily...
She pulled her hands out of her soot-blackened jean pockets and pulled off the gloves to inspect for blisters. None were visible; her hands were warm but somehow, the blue and red gloves had insulated them. May studied the soot-smudged glove, a dark blue color with red-and black fingers, curiously. Why would she have something like this? Did it have something to do with those weird bracelets?
As she shifted her feet, the denim rubbed against her calf and she grimaced. Her legs still stung; they didn't feel any worse than a bad sunburn, but she hadn't checked them yet as priority had been given to putting out the fire and getting the two newcomers patched up.
Somehow, while she took other people's abilities in stride, finding out what she could do weirded her out.
[Doctor]
Date: 2007-03-26 08:11 pm (UTC)“That ship out there shouldn’t exist for at least another ten years. Thought it was NASA based, but on second glance it wasn’t. It was an organization that won’t form for almost another decade. And no… I don’t know how I know that. It just...” he touched his temple, “was there. A’right? Can’t name the language, but I’ve heard it before. It’s not from Earth.”
And he noted that Rose spoke it as well. But his instinct told him she wasn’t aware she was speaking anything other than English unless she really stopped and paid attention. This was important somehow. Speaking that language. Really important. But he didn’t know why. Frustrating didn’t begin to cover it. Knowledge was still there, sometimes just out of reach. Sometimes it felt like someone was helping him retrieve it, his own personal file clerk.
The man’s name also buzzed something in his head. A memory he was certain. But he couldn’t connect it. A word on the tip of his tongue, it just would not push forward. It also had something to do with something in the future. He wasn’t supposed to talk about that, even if he could remember. That he felt right down to the core.
“It’s like I remember bits and spurts of things, but not how they connect to me. Like trivia, or skills, like how to use this thing.” He waved this blue flashy light thingy. “But what it is or how I came by it… pfft… not there.”
A sudden thought came and he half tugged Scott to the side, away from being overheard. “You try your blue marble thing on anyone’s head yet? Maybe you can access memories, if it’s something neurological… or even chemical. You can reknit flesh, maybe you can reactivate inactive neurons.”
[Ami]
Date: 2007-03-27 02:24 am (UTC)With a reluctant look back toward Scott - the only person she truly felt one hundred percent comfortable around - Ami turned and began walking back toward the bunker.
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-03-27 01:15 pm (UTC)Of course, catching herself meant more chafing denim and she flinched. A nice, cold shower was sounding better and better, and this time she'd stay inside. She noticed that Ami looked as distracted as she felt. "Are you okay?"
[Ami]
From:[Scott]
Date: 2007-03-27 08:51 pm (UTC)The Doctor pulling Scott aside prompted another "That's impossible!" moment. The brief touch conveyed a jumble of information. The gangly man had duplicates of nearly every internal organ and his body temperature was too low. Despite being shielded the Doctor's mind felt powerful. Scott gasped, taking an unconscious step back.
"Wot?" the alien asked.
Ami chimed in as well. /Scott?/ She felt further away. He glanced in her direction to find her hovering near the door.
"Nothing," Scott replied aloud and mentally. "I'm fine. It's just..." he lowered his voice a bit further. "...I can sense things about people when I touch them." He stopped there, unsure if the Doctor knew he wasn't human.
The Doctor's manic grin answered that question. "Reckon I'm an interesting specimen, eh?" Scott nodded mutely. "As are you," the alien continued. "Saw some of the surveillance video from the jail. One of the prisoners said that you're half alien." Scott nodded again, grateful that the Doctor was keeping his voice down. "Ah, so you're figure that out. Good. You weren't too happy in the video. Don't understand why, me, but s'none of my business.
"Now, about reactivating neurons."
Scott blinked a few times. "Huh?"
The Doctor's grin widened a bit. "Guess you missed my question when you were sensing. Have you tried your marble on anyone's head? If the amnesia's neurological you might be able to counteract it."
"Huh. No. I hadn't thought of that." Scott frowned, pondering if or how he'd be able to do something like that. (Carefully, that's for sure.) "I kind of winging this whole healing thing so... we'll see. I don't want to hurt anyone."
OOC:
[Doctor]
From:[Scott]
From:[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-03-27 08:08 am (UTC)All she knew was she was in a storage area and had no idea where she was, nor if anyone else was nearby.
Sighing, she sunk to a bench. She was loosing control and that terrified her more than the loss of memory. She didn't know who she was, other than her name.. which she had not even revealed fully to John.
Aeryn Sun-Crichton. Yes, she knew that her name incorporated his. And the flashes of intense memory that had assaulted her from time to time had led her to feel uncomfortable.
Had led her to feel as if she was loosing control even more.
She lowered her face to her hands and sobbed. At least here there was noone to hear her and grow concerned for her. At least here she could release some of the emotion that was robbing her of the dignity of self-control.
OOC: I thought . . .
Date: 2007-03-27 10:59 am (UTC)Re: OOC: I thought . . .
Date: 2007-03-27 11:08 am (UTC)[Molly]
Date: 2007-03-27 11:41 am (UTC)Eyes wide Molly immediately set out to look for the woman.
She eventually found her in the locker room, seated on a bench. Molly rapped on the door with her knuckles.
"Hey. Sorry, I was just filling someone in. I didn't mean to abandon you right off." Molly stepped into the room. Hopefully her stature, all five foot of it, and youthful appearance would put the newcomer at ease.
"Unless you'd rather be alone, that is. It's a lot to take in for all of us. And we didn't just fall from the sky on top of it all."
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-03-27 12:29 pm (UTC)She fought back the strong impulse to reach for her pulse pistol and sighed softly. She shrugged to Molly, to indicate that there was no need for her to leave.
As she gestured for Molly to sit, she sighed deeply. How she needed to talk, REALLY talk to someone who could help... but while she still understood English, she couldn't seem to speak it. "Molly" she said quietly, trying to invite conversation.
Although how the frell that would work, she didn't know.
[Alia/'Liz']
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From:[Aeryn]
From:[Willow/ "Michelle"]
From:OOC oops double-post!
From:[Tara]
From:[Tara]
From:[Aeryn]
From:[Molly]
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