[Chloe] Look! New faces!

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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.

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[Molly]

[purplerhino.livejournal.com]

"Large manned craft falling from the sky. Evidently, we're sitting on the most accident prone uncharted islands on Earth. This is Erin. She was piloting. She has a... must be your husband if you have the same last name, because hair color aside, you don't look at all related."

Molly gestured to Erin. "I'm gonna give her the grand tour of the showers then collect some clothes for her."

Molly gestured for the very strange entourage to follow her. "You took a wrong turn at Albacurky. You take a left when you leave the cafeteria." Molly had understood the miming. Erin could understand but not speak English. Or she got the gist of it anyway.

"How's Pearl?" Molly asked Tara, softly.

"Sleeping." Tara offered in the same tone.

"Good. I'll get her up for dinner. Then have one of the Doctor types look at her." Molly moved away. "And hey, I have a cool freaky power too. Plants not only talk to me, I can heal them." Molly was rather happy about that. Sidhe or not, she'd been feeling a little left out.

They had reached the showers. "Erin, Tara's very nice, and she and Liz can show you where things are inside. I'm going to fetch a change for me, and some clothes for you, then I'll be back."

[Tara]

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"Hello," Tara returned the greeting in kind, more so than she realized.

She blinked upon hearing Molly's explanation, surprised and concerned. "But everyone's all right, then?" Erin looked bruised and dirty but otherwise okay.

"And hey, I have a cool freaky power too. Plants not only talk to me, I can heal them."

Tara smiled. "So that's why you got up close and personal with them," she said, unable to keep from giggling a bit as she plucked a leaf out of Molly's hair. Molly's cheer was infectious, and she seemed - brighter for the effort. More alive.

Molly swatted at her playfully before hurrying off to get clean clothes. Tara laughed again before turning back to Erin and Liz. "The showers are through here. I think there's plenty of shampoo and soap, I haven't had a chance to wash up."

"Over here," Liz prompted, having just come out herself and indicating the stacked clean towels and spare bottles of shampoo, conditioner and soap all with that DHARMA label.

Erin was looking around with interest and what seemed like a bit of amusement, and Tara remembered something Molly had said. "You don't remember who you are, either?"

[Aeryn]

[tweets.livejournal.com]

Evidently, we're sitting on the most accident prone uncharted islands on Earth.

Earth? Why did that name sound familiar?

"Over here," Liz prompted, having just come out herself and indicating the stacked clean towels and spare bottles of shampoo, conditioner and soap all with that DHARMA label.

Soap? She frowned, since the word made no sense to her. Looking to Tara, who had seemed to understand her when she spoke earlier, she decided to ask the questions that bothered her. "Where are the Dentics? And I assume that these aren't sonic showers?"

She couldn't find the little wriggling worms they usually used to clean their teeth, only a few long-handled brush things. But since English writing meant nothing to her she had no idea what she was looking at.

[Alia/'Liz']

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Liz didn't understand Erin's question, but her puzzled look at the toothbrushes was obvious enough. Liz picked one up and got a tube of toothpaste, then put a small blob of toothpaste on the brush and held it up.

"It's for cleaning your teeth," she said. She put the brush in her mouth and demonstrated, then spat the toothpaste into the sink and found a bottle of shampoo and one of shower gel.

"And this is for washing your hair, and this for the rest of you," she explained. "Do you know how to work the shower?"

Clearly Erin had either lost a lot more memory than the rest of them, or was from somewhere very different. Liz was inclined to believe the latter, given her means of arrival.

[Aeryn]

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"It's for cleaning your teeth," she said. She put the brush in her mouth and demonstrated, then spat the toothpaste into the sink

Aeryn shuddered at the thought of how unhigeinic it was, but it was obviously a back-water planet.

"And this is for washing your hair, and this for the rest of you," she explained.

The bottles of what were presumably 'soap' made Aeryn realise exactly what this was. "A water shower?" she asked, then peered inside the cubicle and seeing the two taps "How ancient..."

Liz: "Do you know how to work the shower?"

Clearly, though, Liz hadn't understood anything Aeryn said, which hardly surprised her. She nodded in response. "Yes, thanks." she looked to Tara "I won't be long, if you need to go elsewhere. And.. I think I can remember the way back to the main room." She wouldn't be much of a pilot if her sense of direction was hopeless. She just had to trust she could get there. Eventually.

[Tara]

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((OOC: BWA HA HA! Console is fixed! Anyway.))

Tara noted Aeryn's shudder and sighed. Well, if she'd been piloting a spaceship, then this facility must seem backwater. "It's not that ancient here," she said. "And from what I've been able to figure out, it's a lot better than what we had when we got here. I think when the plane crashed we didn't have any sign of civilization. No showers, period."

"You have a journal, too?" Liz asked.

"I-I had a journal. Sort of. Mostly writing letters to somebody named Willow, and I stopped a few days after the crash. But I wrote enough details to know that this is posh by comparison."

"I won't be long, if you need to go elsewhere. And... I think I can remember the way back to the main room."

"I don't really have anywhere to go," Tara pointed out, which was true. "I was going to use the facilities and wash up anyway. I'll be out by the sinks. If you need anything, just call me?"

[Alia/'Liz']

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"Well I'll go back to the cafeteria," Liz said. "See you both there."

She knew what Erin meant about feeling things were primitive, although she was quite familiar with the bathroom facilities. It was the kitchen which had struck her as old, when clearly most of the equipment in it was brand new.

Maybe she'd figure that out when she figured out what the almost-voice she kept hearing was. It started up again as she left the bathroom, but didn't persist for long. Maybe whoever it was would give up soon, and while Liz was curious to know what caused it, she wouldn't miss it if it went either.

EXIT LIZ.

[Aeryn]

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Aeryn was trying to towel-dry her hair, which seemed stubbornly wet, no matter how much she shook it or rubbed it. In the end, she let it rest over her borrowed tee, it didn't really matter she decided, if the tee got wet, it was only water after all.

She strapped her pulse pistol holster back on and fastened the buckle around her thigh, before looking at Tara. "I know you can understand me, but I suppose that I'm right in thinking you don't know why?"

She sat opposite the young woman and then pulled her badly damaged jacket closer. The arm itself wouldn't be salvageable. She pulled a knife out of the holster, hidden just behind the pistol and started to remove the damaged arm. Holding up the jacket, she nodded in satisfaction. "Looks like something from a Nebari fasion show." she said quietly, rather liking the effect of one long sleeve and one absent sleeve.

Next she picked up the shirt that had been underneath. That just needed cleaning, it would be OK, in the end.

Bundling that up, the pants were next. Not too dirty, a little clean and they'd even smell OK. Somehow she had avoided damaging them too much.

But the boots were a different matter. She sighed as she looked at the ruined soles. "Frell, so comfortable, too!"

[Willow/ "Michelle"]

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Michelle had spent most of the late morning and early afternoon searching for clues to her identity. She had been so engrossed in her task that she hadn't noticed the sonic boom from the crashing spaceship. Unfortunately her search had proven mostly fruitless - the only thing she'd found was a picture of a blonde girl and a dark-haired man, with a caption on the back that read "Buffy and Xander, UC-Sunnydale Campus, 1999". The names meant nothing to her, although the man's face brought a feeling of longing to her mind.

Completely frustrated, Michelle wandered down the hallway towards the bathroom, absently looking at the background of the photo to see if any clues could be gleaned from it. Turning into the doorway, Michelle entered the bathroom, doing a double take as she saw the blonde from earlier with a dark haired woman she hadn't met yet.

"Oh. Hi! Did you find out who you are yet?" Michelle asked the blonde.

"Um, yeah. Apparently my name is Tara Maclay."

"Ohh, that's a pretty name," gushed Michelle, blushing as she said it. "Me with the not being so lucky. All I found was this picture, and it doesn't have me in it."

Michelle gazed at the picture as Tara said something to the new woman, only half noticing that their conversation was not in English. She'd seen something in the background of the photo that she recognized. A quick glance in Tara's direction confirmed it.

"Hey! Look! Tara, you're in my picture!"

Tara crowded in and looked closely at the image. Indeed, in the background behind the man identified as Xander, was a passerby caught by the camera. It looked a great deal like Tara.

OOC oops double-post!

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Merged replies down here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/135081.html?thread=4237225#t4237225) to keep the thread straight for Aeryn to respond to both.

[Tara]

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Tara was washing her face and hands when Erin came out of the shower. She noted the frustration with towel-drying with no small amount of sympathy; her own hair wasn't as thick, but longer, and Erin's hair looked like the sort that would hold water like a sponge.

"No, I really don't," she replied. "It just happened this morning. I thought maybe I just spoke Japanese and forgot about it, but I guess it applies to other languages too."

She had to smile at the doctoring of the jacket. "What's a Nebari? I understood the rest of that, at least."

Tara frowned at the comment about the boots. Spare clothes would be salvageable, but finding a spare pair of shoes that fit would be a challenge. "May I see? Even if they're a lost cause, maybe I can figure out what shoe size you'd wear." She smiled, adding, "I guess we probably use a different size scale."

[Tara]

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((OOC: I'm gonna respond to Willow's entrance (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/135081.html?thread=4236713#t4236713) here due to double-posting, feel free to pick the threads up from here.))

"Oh, um, Erin, this is Michelle," Tara explained. "Well, that's what she's going by since she hasn't found any identification yet." To Michelle, she added, "This is Erin - she just crashed here with someone else. They don't remember anything either." She didn't add the "in a spaceship" part to the end of it; she didn't get the chance to elaborate with the Michelle-babble in full swing. It really was cute.

She took the photo from Michelle, turning it so that Erin could see the image as well. "It could be," she murmured thoughtfully. "I don't know, I haven't been through all of my things. What do you think?" she asked Erin, probably the most objective person she could ask right now.

She looked at the back of the photo. "'Buffy'? Wasn't Faith using that name til she found her ID?"

[Aeryn]

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(OOC: ~Grins~ Looks quite like a common happenstance! :D)

She had to smile at the doctoring of the jacket. "What's a Nebari? I understood the rest of that, at least."

Aeryn looked up suddenly, unaware she'd even spoken out loud. "A Nebari? Annoying species, with grey skin." She smiled tightly. "They even bleed blue, because it fits in with their aesthetic look!" the smile became a little wicked "Everything they do has to fit in with their look. Vain little creatures, to be honest."

She reached down to pick up the charred and ruined knee-length boots. Usually they would have buckled up to the knee, a shimmering leather that was the same black as her jacket and pants. "Got these from the Bazzar on Icarius, best frelling boots I've ever worn." She sighed mournfully. "Not even sure if you can get anything like it here."

"Oh, um, Erin, this is Michelle," Tara explained. "Well, that's what she's going by since she hasn't found any identification yet." To Michelle, she added, "This is Erin - she just crashed here with someone else. They don't remember anything either."

"Hi, M..."

Willow's babbling cut Aeryn off and she bit back another sigh. She really needed to stop being sorry for herself. But right now there was nothing to do and therefore no reason for her to kick herself.

She took the photo from Michelle, turning it so that Erin could see the image as well. "It could be," she murmured thoughtfully. "I don't know, I haven't been through all of my things. What do you think?" she asked Erin, probably the most objective person she could ask right now.

Looking at the photo, Aeryn glanced to Tara's face, the eyes of a trained soldier quite easily making out details that others might miss. "Yes, it's possible that's you. A little younger, perhaps. But the hair and the features are close enough."

[Molly]

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Molly returned to the showers with her own clothing, and a pair of jeans and some boy short underwear from Ripley, and a tank top and sport bra from Rose. She didn't know how Erin would feel about wearing someone else's underwear, even if it was clean. But around here, you didn't get to be too picky.

Entering the open area in front of the showers, she noticed Erin was not only done, but dressed. Oh well, she'd need a change for tomorrow.

Tara was still there, and a redhead Molly had not yet met. "Oh, hi. I brought clothes, but looks like someone beat me to it."

Molly set her own clothing on the counter and pulled the band from her hair, letting the wild mass of coppery orange/red curls spring loose. She picked a few leaves out. "Don't mind me. I missed a morning shower, and after climbing trees..."

She stripped, revealing her multitude of freckles were everywhere. Also revealed was a black tree of life tattoo in the small of her back, the roots and limbs forming a circle of Celtic knotwork. Molly looked at the other women, then at herself and sighed. "No wonder I woke up in a girls dorm."

She slipped into one of the stalls and started the shower.