[Isabel] Dreaming the dreams of others

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Who: Isabel
When: Day 28, late night
Where: One of the tents outside the bunker
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete

Unable to find a bedroom in the bunker which didn't look claimed, Isabel had occupied a sparsely-equipped tent outside. A small tear in the fabric which let an unpleasant breeze in had succumbed to her talents and knitted itself back together under the touch of her fingertips. Brief concentration allowed her to warm the damp and chill out of the sleeping bag, and she snuggled into it contentedly, drifting off to sleep with the all the tiredness she'd claimed to feel. It was still early, but it had been a busy day.


Sleep swallowed her, and it was many hours before she came to awareness, realising almost simultaneously that she wasn't actually awake. She floated in what she immediately recognised as her own mind, dreaming a dream with no content. As with her other powers, what she was doing came to her instinctively.

Gently she felt the dreams around her, the sleeping minds which generated them. Some of them she recognised. At the edges of her senses she heard minds still awake, recognising most of them. Agitation and concern predominated, but she caught only flashes from them. Dreams were her domain here, yet it was clear that something had happened. She reached further, found a cluster of dreamers by themselves. Where they were she had no idea, but she could reach out and touch their dreams with ease, watching them as if viewing a film through clouded glass. The images were disturbing: people fighting and struggling, drugs and beatings and ropes. Dirt and damp and insects.

Alarmed, Isabel pushed harder, trying to get through the barrier around one person's dreams, to see more clearly, to enter them fully, but she lacked the handle she needed to overcome the mind's natural defences, lacked the key to that particular lock, and could only beat on it from the outside. Frustrated, she gathered herself to try harder, but this time she encountered another presence, a strong one, which swatted her thrust with contemptuous ease and shattered her awareness.

A heartbeat later she sat up, the fabric of her tent blasted away by the force of that counterstrike, leaving her gasping and shivering in the middle of a bare patch of ground as the trees rustled from the aftershock.

OOC: And I defy anybody even remotely psychic not to notice that!

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[Sam]

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Sam writhed in his sleep. Death, blood, and fire surrounded him. The island was steeped in it, punctuated only by a few bright points. Those gleaming stars -- people close by, others further away -- simultaneously attracted and repelled him. No, they called to *him.* The pitch swarm around his core yearned to consume them.

One of the bright points shone stronger. Sam focused on it. He cheered and screamed a warning when the darkness gathered and lashed out.

"JESS!"* Sam jolted awake, panting and sweating in an unfamiliar bed.

Something leaped down from above him. "Sammy!" Dean cried. Lights flipped on, making Sam shield his eyes. "Sam, you all right? There was an earthquake or somethin'. And who's Jess?"

As Sam peered around through squinted eyes the events of the day rushed back to him. "Jess. Jessica," Sam murmured. An image tried to coalesce in his mind's eye, then evaporated. "I don't know. I'm all right, I guess."

Sam heard more than saw Dean pull his jeans over his boxers. "Good. Now get dressed. Perimeter check, just in case."

Sam hauled himself out of bed, donning clothes and weapons automatically. Dean waited for him by the door. When Sam met his eyes Dean shuddered. "What?"

"You're doing that black eye thing," Dean shrugged.

Ammesia or no, Sam knew his brother was unnerved. Worse, Sam didn't know how to make it stop. Shoving fear in the back of his mind, Sam shrugged as well. "Let's go."

* Isabel looks a bit like Sam's late fiancee Jessica.

[Doctor]

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The Doctor was looking over the videos and pictures Rose had found. She was sleeping soundly in their bed.

Earlier she had told him, in an excited voice, that she remembered her mother talking about her father when she was a little girl, and riding a red bike when she was twelve. It was her favorite thing in the world. She was so excited to have memories again, and certain whatever was affecting them was fading. He hated to have to tell her that he'd been getting flashes as well, and it appeared the Tardis was helping them reconnect to their memories, so it was unlikely anyone else was affected.

The videos were helping him get a few more flashes of memory. But nothing very long, nothing but a sense of emptiness and loneliness.

Suddenly something pushed through the room. It was as if a psychic wind gusted and then passed. He could feel it, even tell what direction it came from, but his shieling was apparently strong and tight, so the nature of the blast was unknown.

He dropped the viewer and bolted out the door, heading in the direction of the blast's source.

He ran into the Winchester brothers as they came out of their room.

"Who else is in there?" He asked them. It had definitely originated from this room.

[Sam Tyler, Locke]

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A tremor jolted Sam out of a deep sleep.

"Wot the bloody hell was that?" Hunt grumbled.

"Don't know," Sam mumbled as he jumped down from the top bunk. After donning the clothes he'd worn the day before he flipped the light on.

The DCI surprised Sam by not complaining. The older man had dressed as well, and wore a serious expression. Hunt opened the drawer in which they'd deposited the handguns they'd secured from the armory. Hunt handed Sam the 9 mm pistol butt-first, keeping the revolver for himself. "Right. Control room."

Sam nodded. He followed his superior into the hallway.

The pair nearly collided with Locke outside the south entrance to the control room. "What happened?" Sam queried.

Locke shook his head. "There was a blast of a sort on the east side of the bunker. Outside."

"'Of a sort?'" Hunt scowled.

"No fire." He pushed past Sam and Hunt. "I'm going to check on those camping out there."

[Isabel]

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Isabel crawled through the undergrowth, away from the flattened ground where her tent had been. Leaves and branches tore at her clothes and hair as she collided with them in the darkness, and dirt and stones ground into her hands and knees as she felt her way around the trees, always moving.

"No no no no no," she muttered. "No no no."

A memory flashed through her mind. Remembered pain. Distantly, it echoed, the dream link not quite severed, but she didn't remember how to stop it.

Battered and exhausted, she reached a clearing and stopped, climbing slowly to her feet and looking up at the star-studded sky. In the lack of artificial light the stars were brilliant and numerous beyond count. The broad sweep of the Milky Way dominated the sky, and she found herself picking out stars and constellations she knew. She did not remember learning them, but she remembered their names and shapes. Perhaps she'd done it growing up, trying to figure out which star was home to her native planet.

But perhaps she'd known, and had just wanted to study Earth astronomy. So many things lost to this void of memory.

[Aeryn]

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ENTER AERYN SUN (Because I don't want her just laying on her own in the canteen!)

The muzzle of the rifles on the table nearby trembled, tapping a stacatto pattern for a few seconds, then they lay still. The noise, though, was more than enough to wake Aeryn, who snatched up her own gun and headed out of the bunker. It wasn't the BEST of places to be, should there be a quake.

Other figures, each holding weapons or worried expressions hurried before her and she vaguely remembered them from the introductions. "Sam? Gene? What happened?"

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Sorry I still haven't posted. I was interweb-less all last night. I'll reply sometime this afternoon.

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Ok, I know why I've got nothing: Is Isabel sensing someone at the bunker or is it something/someone else entirely?

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It's someone else and it's meant to look like it's the missing people from the jail. Whether it is or not depends on what is intended for to be happening to them, as I'm sure there are plenty of reasons for other people on this island to be dreaming of such unpleasantness.