[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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[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."
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[Doctor]
Date: 2007-03-27 10:17 pm (UTC)The earlier lie had come easy. Now was not the time to let the man know that Ami had been experimented on, or about the atrocities Scott had hinted the man had committed on that tape. Maybe some things were better forgotten. No. Not really. But they were better disclosed in private.
"Now considerin' what you just learned 'bout me. Makes sense I'd know a few languages. Kinda hard to say 'I come in peace' if you're limited to one. Bound to get you shot, poked or pickled." He considered for a moment. He got the feeling threats of shooting, poking or pickling came anyway.
[Scott]
Date: 2007-03-30 02:58 pm (UTC)The last phrase got Scott's hackles up. Between that reaction, lack of credit cards, and a single small suitcase for a week-long trip, Scott wondered if he was on the run or at least lying low. (It's the 21st century and people are still persecuted for race, religion, and more. Being partially another *species* can't possibly go over well.)
Weariness multiplied, prompting Scott to scrub his hands over his face. (Where did I come from? Is there anyone else like me? Brothers? Sisters? Family?) Ami's concern and sympathy coursed over their link. Scott gratefully latched on to it.
The Doctor's cheery voice broke into Scott's thoughts. "None of that, then. There's no witch hunt here, what with all of the psionics and magic."
(Not yet.) The morose thought bubbled up unbidden. Scott shoved it aside. "I'm gonna get some rest. If anyone else is hurt, tell them to find me later. I'll do what I can." He put on a smile, said goodbye to the others, and retreated to his and Ami's room. At the moment nothing would be better than falling asleep with her in his arms.
EXIT SCOTT