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Who: Jack Harkness, Aeryn Sun-Chrichton, Oona, River Tam
Where: The bunker, Large cafeteria
When: Late afternoon/early evening, day 28
Invited: OPEN to all
Status: Incomplete

Jack watched Aeryn go over the assorted weapons.  He made no pretense that he wasn't enjoying the view.  Not of the lovely woman, or of her expert assessment of each firearm.  She knew what she was doing, even if the guns were unfamiliar to her.

Another lovely lady walked into the room.  The albino who still walked a little gingerly, was looking much improved.  Her hair was done up in several braids twisting up into a high band where the braids joined into one heavy braid.  The arrangement highlighted ears very similar to Molly's.  Interesting.  Oona looked at the assortment before Aeryn.

"What are you two doing?"

"Little friendly competition.  Weapons break down and reassembly." Jack shrugged.

"Did you think to invite Mr. Blaise?  He is military, and seems comfortable with weaponry."  Oona sank into a chair facing the table, obviously prepared to watch the competition.

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[Rose]

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"Doctor Chris was talking about a possible trip out to this ship of yours... ours I guess. Said it'd take about five days at least." Jack finished the clean up as Rose pulled out a zip lock of frozen fish.

There seemed to be a mixture of different fillets. Most likely someone was restocking locally. She pulled out three more bags and tossed them into the microwave on defrost.

"It’s just The Doctor. He did did he?" She looked over to Jack.

//And never said a word to me about making a Tardis Trip.//

//Just thought about it when seeing the old girl was mentioned.// His voice in her head was just like his speaking voice. Odd that.

"Kinda long trip with all that's going on around here." Jack washed his hands and dug into the 'pantry'.

"Bring out those of pistachios and flour. And mix up about five cups of those powdered eggs.” Rose ordered him.

“M’am, yes M’am.” Jack seemed to have some color back.

Rose looked across the room to see Aeryn working on the guns. “Never much took to them. But you seem comfortable, and a quick study. I think Guns were a last resort of the Doctor’s as well. Seemed to like talking the bad guys into submission, or irritating them into doin’ somethin’ stupid.”

Rose motioned to River. “You ever help in the kitchen sweetie? That’s a silly question, you wouldn’t remember if you did. Take that bag of shelled nuts off Jack, put a couple handfuls in a baggie like this,” Rose held up a large zip-lock, “and crush them with the rolling pin. Just roll over them until they’re a little smaller than peas, then empty the bag into that bowl, and get more. I’ll need those whole bag done.”

“Now Dinner should be in an hour. If I can think of a way to tell this whole community to come and get it.” Rose was filling a cake pan with flour.

Jack stopped mixing the eggs up and turned to look at Rose. “How would you know if you took to guns, or what the Doctor did? You have a diary too?”

Rose froze for a moment. She seemed to consider for a moment. “I’ve been getting flashes of memory. Sometimes big chunks, but that makes my head hurt. The Tardis seems to be waking them up on doses we can take, the Doctor and I. It won’t help anyone else. Just the two of us, because we have some sort of mental connection. But it does mean our memories are still there. We just can’t connect with them. We have to look into how to get everyone re-connected. Still think hypnosis might work.”

Rose was a bit embarrassed, and felt a little guilty that she was remembering things when others weren’t.

Some of those memories were fuzzy, not so clear. Usually the older ones. Just like it seemed they would be.

[Aeryn]

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Rose looked across the room to see Aeryn working on the guns. “Never much took to them. But you seem comfortable, and a quick study. I think Guns were a last resort of the Doctor’s as well. Seemed to like talking the bad guys into submission, or irritating them into doin’ somethin’ stupid.”

"I'm no cook, to be honest, so it's obvious to me that I must have been quite single mindedly concentrated on weapons" she offered a smile to take the sting out of her words.

Rose froze for a moment. She seemed to consider for a moment. “I’ve been getting flashes of memory. Sometimes big chunks, but that makes my head hurt. The Tardis seems to be waking them up on doses we can take, the Doctor and I. It won’t help anyone else. Just the two of us, because we have some sort of mental connection. But it does mean our memories are still there. We just can’t connect with them. We have to look into how to get everyone re-connected. Still think hypnosis might work.”

"I have been having flashes, too. The problem comes with trying to 'grasp' them, it's more like trying to remember a hazy dream. There are some things which come to me and I can remember remembering something about them; but the details are not clear to me when I try to remember them again." She sighed, pushing away from the table. "If there is anything I can do to help with the cooking, please say?"

[River]

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"Memory flashes. Random fragments a deteriorated mind tries to resurrect from the deepest recesses. The images appear before our eyes and we try to make sense of what happened in the past. When maybe we should focus on... the future."

River stopped and eyed everyone around her. Her eyes finally landed on Rose. After a moment, she smiled slighty.

"The future is very important."

River leaned over the fish and sniffed. She made an unamused face and then went to look over the guns again. She spoke to Aeryn without meeting her eyes.

"When you removed the G-64 spring rod, you twisted your wist and put it down wrong." Her eyes flickered to Aeryn. "Don't do it again. Slows your time."

River turned and walked to the cupboard, pulling out four plates.

[Aeryn]

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The young girl was making Aeryn feel distinctly uncomfortable, and she had the feeling that she wasn't the only one from the strange looks on the others' faces.

"When you removed the G-64 spring rod, you twisted your wist and put it down wrong." Her eyes flickered to Aeryn. "Don't do it again. Slows your time."

"Show me?" she asked quietly, but River had already walked away. It would help her, come tomorrow, if she could pull this thing apart with as much ease as she did a Pulse Pistol, but somehow she had the feeling River had them ALL beaten Eyes-Down... (Whatever that meant; it was a phrase she vaguely remembered John using).

[River]

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River placed the plates down and walked with Aeryn, removing a few pieces swiftly. When she came to the rod, River brought herself down to give a slower, fluid demonstration.

"Pull back, pop the end towards the barrel, bring out the rear and don't roll it at all. There's a notch here..." River pointed to a small dent in the metal "... and it will pop in place eventually but if you place it on the table without letting it roll, you can place it exactly where it needs to."

She popped it back in with a smile and handed the weapon back to Aeryn. She turned to leave but stopped herself.

"And when it's time to actually use this weapon in action, make sure you cock the weapon twice. Usually it only takes once but I noticed the gun is a little worn down and two cocks will eliminate any excess air in the cabin."

She went to move but stopped herself again.

"Fully take the weapon apart and place each piece like a diagram. Look and see where each piece goes. Everything has it's part. When you see the insides, you know how it works."

River diverted her eyes to the ground when she walked away. She didn't mean to upstand Aeryn but River always had that effect on people.

[Oona]

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Oona watched River and Aeryn. Aeryn seemed to respect River's abilities enough to ask for a lesson. Something Rose didn't seem to understand. But then, River appeared only a few years younger than Rose and Rose seemed to view the other young woman as if she were a child.

One look into River's eyes told Oona she was NOT a child. She was something special. Older than her years, and to all appearances, very intelligent.

"You're making dinner for everyone?" Oona took in the shear number of assorted fish fillets Rose was dipping in the egg mix and coating with flour and pistachios. There had to be at least sixty of them she was laying out onto trays.

"Someone has to. I'm starting a pan of oil, if someone would peel some of those yams and push them into that slicer to make chips, that's be great."

Jack grabbed the huge roots, as big as his upper thigh. They weren't the standard yams he knew from home. Most likely they were the original, tropical kind. They had definitely been restocking the supplies from local sources.

Oona, seeing a chance to show young Rose that River was not some helpless child, or a witless insane girl, as well as to sate her own curiosity spoke up.

"River, are you as good with knives as you are with guns? Maybe you can help Jack peel those and cut them into four inch by five inch blocks so I can make them into chips... or fries as I believe Americans call them."

Oona winked at Aeryn. Her comment about not being good in the kitchen was very honest, although she was willing to chip in. But with River and Oona helping the kitchen area would be getting crowded, and it would allow Aeryn some alone time with the guns before dinner was called.