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crossing_lostrp2007-03-25 06:12 pm
sinanju.livejournal.com) wrote in crossing_lostrp2007-03-25 06:12 pm
[Chloe] Look! New faces!
Who: 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.
[Aeryn]
"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]
[John]
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?