[Aeryn] Dinner?
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crossing_lostrpWho: Aeryn
Where: Corridors/dining room
When: Day 28, Later afternoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete
Aeryn had left the others, Tara, Michelle and Molly and made her way through the maze of corridors. There surely had to be a place she could clean up the leathers of her jacket and pants? Maybe somewhere she could wash the top, too?
Gratefully, she'd accepted the clean clothing that Molly had brought. Peacekeepers had no qualms about sharing clothing, as long as they fit. After all, if a peacekeeper was killed, his or her uniform could be recycled for the next officer.
But how she knew about that, she had no idea.
Walking the corridor, she found herself humming the strange tune that John had programmed his DRD "1812" with. It was odd, since she had no idea where it'd come from, had no memory of what a DRD was/is, but it felt comforting, as if it were something she was used to hearing.
(OOC: 1812 played, if you didn't know/couldn't guess, the 1812 overture... and a DRD is like a small robot, designed to keep the ships clean/tidy/repaired.)
Where: Corridors/dining room
When: Day 28, Later afternoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete
Aeryn had left the others, Tara, Michelle and Molly and made her way through the maze of corridors. There surely had to be a place she could clean up the leathers of her jacket and pants? Maybe somewhere she could wash the top, too?
Gratefully, she'd accepted the clean clothing that Molly had brought. Peacekeepers had no qualms about sharing clothing, as long as they fit. After all, if a peacekeeper was killed, his or her uniform could be recycled for the next officer.
But how she knew about that, she had no idea.
Walking the corridor, she found herself humming the strange tune that John had programmed his DRD "1812" with. It was odd, since she had no idea where it'd come from, had no memory of what a DRD was/is, but it felt comforting, as if it were something she was used to hearing.
(OOC: 1812 played, if you didn't know/couldn't guess, the 1812 overture... and a DRD is like a small robot, designed to keep the ships clean/tidy/repaired.)
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[Rose] The Tea party
Date: 2007-04-02 01:15 pm (UTC)“He’s… he’s you.” Rose snapped her mouth shut. Boy was she being an idiot. Obviously they were twins.
“No, obviously he’s himself. I’m me.” The Doctor pointed out.
“Right, brothers.” Rose nodded.
The Doctor looked puzzled for a moment.
“I don’t think Aeryn’s lying. There would be no point.” Rose pointed out to the bearded doppelganger.
“And lookin’ for straight answers.” The Doctor added. “First, translator microbes are injected early in life, usually adolescence after you learned your base language. It makes communication with other species and cultures easier. As for Shaggy, here, I don’t believe we’ve met, at least not since this morning. All my scraps of identification say I’m the Doctor. She calls me Chris.” He indicated Rose.
“No, I call you Mad Chris, seein’ as how Chris was already taken.” Rose corrected him. “And because you are. Just a bit, really.”
“By whose standards? Awful humanist of you.” He looked not the least bit offended. “Anyhow, Aeryn’s microbes just kicked in, because she was speaking fully in English when she asked for straight answers. But Rose is correct, there would be no point in pretending to not speak English, but admitting to understanding it. I trust her word. I’m also trusting her aim and self control. Didn’t I ask you not shoot anyone out of hand?” The Doctor looked expectantly at Aeryn.
“As far as I can tell, yes, he does always talk this much.” Rose explained .
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-04-02 01:31 pm (UTC)Aeryn nodded, but didn't want to interrupt. She kept glancing from one twin to the other.
"I’m also trusting her aim and self control. Didn’t I ask you not shoot anyone out of hand?” The Doctor looked expectantly at Aeryn.
"If I were going to shoot someone out of hand, he'd be dead and you'd be tied up by now." Her hand never moved from the slightly unholstered pistol. "I have not fired yet, but I will, if I don't get some strang frelling answers!"
There was no humour in the way she was sizing up the people here, but then she was a Peacekeeper and had learned from childhood to shoot first and ask questions later.
Although right now she had no idea where the frell the word Peacekeeper had come from nor what it meant!
She also knew that if she had been truly willing to fire, there would be smoking holes in the people around her already. She pushed the gun back in the holster, but didn't let go. She wanted answers.
OOC
Date: 2007-04-02 01:32 pm (UTC)[Doctor]
Date: 2007-04-02 02:17 pm (UTC)“We’d all like answers. Sometimes there aren’t any.” He shook his head. “Especially with huge gaping holes in our memories such as who we are.”
Rose was looking sympathetically at Aeryn. “You’ve just had to put up with this for the last hour. Try dealing with it since morning. Odd is beginning to feel normal. I’m evidently involved with an alien with a twin brother.”
“Not helping.” The Doctor pointed out. “A’right, state your questions in order of importance, and we’ll answer what we can. But be aware, can’t remember might be the standard.”
[Sam Tyler]
Date: 2007-04-02 04:21 pm (UTC)[Chloe]
Date: 2007-04-03 05:10 am (UTC)Chloe wandered out of the room she shared with George and ran into a group in the hallway. She recognized Mad Chris and Rose, Erin and Sam...Tyler. Not to be confused with Sam Winchester, apparently--not that anyone would.
But the other face--Chloe stopped to stare at him for a moment. "Who's that?" she asked the group at large. "Nobody said anything about you--" this was directed at Mad Chris "--having a twin!"
Chloe glanced at Rose. "So--are there two of you as well?" she asked.
[Claude]
Date: 2007-04-03 06:25 am (UTC)"I..." He peered at the other man. "Don't have a twin, I don't...think. And if I did I'm sure he'd have the common sense not to shave his..." a hand waved at Mad Chris's head, "Head."
The same hand he'd waved was shoved into a pocket as he went silent after a muttered "I'm Pigeon," and waited for Rose to answer if she, too, had a supposed twin.
[Rose/Doctor]
Date: 2007-04-03 12:37 pm (UTC)“Bout the same as ending up on an uncharted island with aliens, psychics and people with other unknown powers, really.” The Doctor provided helpfully. “Or having a spaceship crash outside your front door.”
“Well, I don’t think I have a twin.” Rose crossed her arms in either defiance or defense, she wasn’t sure which.
“Didn’t think I did either. Let alone someone so… scruffy.” The Doctor looked at Claude and returned insult for insult. “Just look at the floppy hair. I’d think my family would be better groomed, yeah.”
“Not solving anything, and still not answering any questions other than a difference in personal style.” Rose pointed out.
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-04-03 12:52 pm (UTC)Idly she found herself thinking about John, wondering if he was OK.
This bantering didn't really do much to appease her, but really there were obviously no answers. No amount of threats, sulks or arguments would change that.
In the hallway, however, as she concentrated more, she realised that she could smell food. REAL food, not protein chips. She wasn't sure what TYPE of food, but it was still faint on the stale air of the bunker. (Too faint for Humans to smell at this distance). Her heightened senses dragged her attention away from the small group and she had to fight with herself to stay physically with them. After getting lost previously, she decided that splitting away from any group would be a bad thing; so she stood in silence, leaned against the wall while they argued about who was who.
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-04-03 01:24 pm (UTC)MAYDAY ENTERS
After doing cleanup duty for both breakfast and lunch, May decided she might as well try her hand at the cooking. Her legs were feeling better (the baggy cotton shorts she'd swapped out for the soot-covered denim helped a bit) and while they were still bright red looked no worse than a severe sunburn. A cold shower and a few hours' rest did wonders.
Seeing as how there seemed to be at least one vegetarian, she figured spaghetti was as good a meal as any. Well, it worked last time. She tried to hold on to the stray thought, but it faded away with no trace of where it came from.
She had the pasta boiling and another pot of marinara sauce simmering when she started inspecting the contents of the fridge for fruits and vegetables aside from the wax apples she'd collected in her earlier foraging. The soup from lunch was long gone, but there were still some mangoes, tubers, bamboo shoots, and an odd sort of lettuce* that looked like it had been recently plucked and washed. She made a mental note to see if anyone had catalogued what they were able to forage. For some reason she thought she might have done something like that, but she didn't have any kind of journal in her belongings.
Pulling out what she'd found and shutting the fridge, she set her findings down on the counter when she heard raised voices from down the hallway. What was going on now?
Turning the heat down on the burners to keep the pasta from boiling over, she stepped into the hallway, still holding the pasta spoon. There was a small crowd just outside the door. "Is everything okay out here?" she asked. "Relatively speaking - oh." May stopped dead when she saw two of "Chris" standing there. No, his apparent twin had shown up. A much scruffier twin, but that didn't disguise the resemblance at all. "I've really got to stop asking questions like that."
((*Water lettuce))
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-04-03 01:35 pm (UTC)[Mayday]
Date: 2007-04-03 03:01 pm (UTC)She looked a bit embarrassed at the comment about the smell. "Trying to cook spaghetti. Uh, noodles with tomato sauce. I figured it would be simple and something easy to make in bulk. I'm still trying to see what I can do with the fruits and vegetables we have, and - hey, wait a minute, I understood that."
"Her translator microbes just kicked in," Chris said absently, too focused on his doppleganger to pay attention to much else.
May smirked. "And I'm just going to pretend I understood that one."
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-04-03 03:11 pm (UTC)Aeryn smiled tightly, taking the edge off her tone. "However, it's fantastic to be understood at last. Thank you for your help earlier."
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