[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] (tag Jack/Rose)
Date: 2007-03-27 12:38 am (UTC)John couldn't help but gape at him. He'd never been hit on by a guy before, at least, not that he could remember. And that wasn't saying much because he couldn't remember much past his own name. But he had the feeling that this was probably the first time in his life such a thing had happened.
"Yeah, well," he replied, clearing his throat a little and crossing his arms across his chest, "not that I'm not flattered, because hey, I do have blood on my face and I've been informed I smell like a decaying donkey, but ... no thanks. Got my own, you know, thing going on. Know what I mean?"
"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."
"Wait, what? Three?" he looked at Jack with a mixture of shock and no small amount of awe.
Jack nodded to John. "You however, are more than invited."
John grinned but shook his head, "If there's Raz'lak involved and women will be there, yeah sure, I'm interested." He had a moment's thought that Aeryn wouldn't be too happy about something like that, but the way she was treating him, he wasn't sure why he was even letting that bother him.
"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 ...
John looked appraisingly at the energy blaster strapped to Jack's leg and nodded, lips pursed. It was a fine looking weapon, and he wondered how it would hold up in a fire fight compared to Winona. "90 seconds or less, huh?" John replied, a slow grin spreading across his lean face, making his blue eyes light up a little. "I seem to have some kind of passing knowledge about weapon's myself, probably not nearly as good as you ... but I'll see your 90 seconds. I've been known to breakdown and remantle weapons in pretty good time." He met Jack's eyes in something close to a dare, "What do you say? Up to it, Flyboy?"
"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."
Jonn shrugged and looked down at Rose, "He doesn't seem like such a bad guy, seems like the kind of guy you'd want on your side in case some bad dren went down, know what I mean?" he walked quietly beside her for a few moments and then looked curiously over at her. "So, question here ... why an armory? If this is some kind of deserted island type deal going on, why is there an armory here, and who stockpiled it with all the weapons? You can't tell me that you all came here with weapons of your own. And what's the deal with the lack of memory thing? Do we lose everything we've learned every morning? Am I going to forget who you are tomorrow?"
[Chloe]
Date: 2007-03-27 04:18 am (UTC)Chloe shrugged. "But there are some people here who were in the middle of something--walking somewhere or sitting in front of a computer--when they realized they had no memory. So I don't think that's it. Still--I plan to write down everything I learned today before I go sleep, just in case."
"Or before I go to bed, anyhow," she added, meeting Jack's eyes and matching his lascivious look with one of her own.
[Rose]
Date: 2007-03-27 11:35 am (UTC)Rose looked back to John. "There are very strong signs that this place used to belong to someone else, and there was a hostile takeover. There's a prison of some sort out there. But those are things you'll have to ask Daniel. He's kinda taken charge, and seems to make good decisions. Several people went to the prison to rescue a hurt prisoner. When your clean and fed, I'll introduce you to people who can answer your questions. I'd like some answers as well."
Rose stopped outside of the men's bathroom/shower. "I think most people are gonna mindpool at dinner anyway."
[John] (tag Rose, Chloe, anyone else)
Date: 2007-03-27 03:11 pm (UTC)John turned where he stood in the hallway to watch as the blond he had originally met came toward them. He tilted his head a little as he looked at her, "Yeah you did ask me that, didn't you. Sorry about that, trying to make sense out of everything." He shrugged a little and dabbed at the dry blood on the side of his face, "I'm not sure if I lost consciousness or not, I hit my head so ... chances are I probably did."
He sighed and looked between the two blonds, "Normally I don't mind forgetting about certain things, you know the whole what happens here stays here kind of thing. But to just have every memory suddenly wiped out?" he shook his head, "Not something I would look forward too on a daily basis."
"There are very strong signs that this place used to belong to someone else, and there was a hostile takeover. There's a prison of some sort out there. But those are things you'll have to ask Daniel. He's kinda taken charge, and seems to make good decisions. Several people went to the prison to rescue a hurt prisoner. When your clean and fed, I'll introduce you to people who can answer your questions. I'd like some answers as well."
John narrowed his eyes a little as he listened to her. "A hostile takeover?" he echoed, "So, there's a chance that whoever once owned this place could come back and claim ownership again? Spiffy!" he took a moment to glance around him, "Not that it couldn't do with a little fixing up"
Rose stopped outside of the men's bathroom/shower. "I think most people are gonna mindpool at dinner anyway."
John nodded and smiled at them, "Great, thanks. Any chance to be able to figure this mess out would make my day." He turned to head into the shower, stopping to look back at them, "And, listen, thanks ... for all your help today, for - you know - saving our lives." He offered them both a grateful smile which made it all the way to his eyes. "At least we're not dead, that's always a plus." With a tap on the bathroom door, he pushed it open and made his way inside.
[Chloe] (tag Rose)
Date: 2007-03-27 06:53 pm (UTC)"Or not," Chloe said after a moment. "So 'Alan' is Captain Jack Harkness, is he?" Chloe asked, more seriously. "Do you know anything else about him, besides that he travels with you? And Mad Chris?"