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Who: May-in-Hiro, Hiro-in-May, Chloe-in-Faith, Rose, Isabel
Where: Hallway outside laundry room, en route to Kitchen/Cafeteria #2 (not the research caf)
When: Day 29, shortly after 1 pm (coming directly from this thread)
Invited: Anyone wanting to avoid the research, labs, or murder scene
Status: Complete

As soon as May saw the look in Isabel's eyes, she knew exactly what it meant.

Well, not exactly - she couldn't imagine the scene down the hall - but she knew the situation all too well: there was an extremely bad situation that they had to keep people from stumbling upon. The kind of situation that would only make the panic even worse (if that was possible). She'd seen that look a number of times, and she'd probably given people that look before too. She nodded, understanding. "Yeah. Might as well get out of the way."

She let Isabel lead Hiro down the hallway, followed by Rose and Chloe-in-Faith, and purposely brought up the rear so Hiro didn't have to keep staring at her in his body. If it was anywhere near as disconcerting for him as it was for her, staying constantly in his field of vision wouldn't be helpful.

As they rounded the corner, May hesitated, glancing back towards the hallway where Isabel had run from. What is it this time? Or worse, who is it? The people killed on the beach had been total strangers, but their loss had still made her angry. Now - now she was even more powerless than before to help, to do anything. Oh, she had a sword, but she didn't know how to use it, visions of chasing certain annoying people around with it aside.

So here she was, stuck in an ordinary, powerless guy with no way to help stop whatever horrible thing was happening now. Great. She really, really, really missed her spider-sense. Why couldn't she just DO something?

OOC: Bed! Kind of pathetic, I know, but my brain is turning off now. Note to Hiro's player - let me know if you want May to set off any of Hiro's abilities accidentally. The island will probably mess with it. And May's spider-sense is pretty much innate and will probably go off a bit for a minor warning, e.g. something about to fall on somebody.

OOC 2: Just edited this post to note that Faith is checking out the scene. Thanks for the heads-up


Date: 2007-06-26 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"My plan involves lots of coffee," Isabel said, "seeing as how this place probably doesn't have any vodka."

And it wouldn't be wise to get drunk with whatever it was that killed Shannon around, she thought, but there was no point saying that. May's expression when their eyes had met showed that she understood - even on Hiro's unfamiliar face, that was easy to read. Something bad had happened. Just how bad, everyone would find out eventually. In the mean time...

"We all need to stick together," she said. "Something killed Shannon, right in the middle of the bunker. Best not to be alone if you can help it until something can be done about the killer."

[NPC Ripley]

Date: 2007-06-26 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Ripley and Scott would have gotten to the cafeteria a whole lot sooner if he'd let her carry him. "It's not like this is *your* abused body," she'd prodded.

"Doesn't matter," Scott-in-House panted. "I'll walk. With your help."

Finally then entered the cafeteria. May-in-Japanese-guy, Japanese-guy-in-May, Isabel, Rose, Orrie, and Chloe-in-Faith were already there. Ripley deposited Scott in a chair as Isabel was talking. "Something killed Shannon, right in the middle of the bunker. Best not to be alone if you can help it until something can be done about the killer."

Scott's eyes went wide. "Something? What kind of something? Is anyone after it? And has anyone seen Ami?"

Rose gave Scott a reassuring smile. "Haven't seen her, but I'm sure she's fine."

Ripley jumped in before Scott could get himself even more anxious. She walked up to May, her eyes fixed on the sword strapped her her current body's back. "Everyone's being directed here," she tossed over her shoulder. "Between me 'n Isabel's mojo we'll keep you all safe." To May she said, "Cool sword. May I?"

The Japanese guy inhabiting May's body said something in his native tongue that exceeded her beginner's grasp of the language. She turned to him, replying in broken Japanese, "Sorry. I'm Ripley." She gestured at her borrowed body. "This is Sam Tyler. You are?"

Re: [NPC Ripley]

Date: 2007-06-26 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"Something," Isabel said, "as in we don't know what or who it was. I'm sure if they find out anything, Daniel and the Doctor will let us know straight away."

She grinned at Ripley.

"And of course my... err... 'mojo'... is ready should anything untoward happen."


Date: 2007-06-26 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
While the others were talking, Rose was looking for the spool of nylon rope she had seen in the large junk drawer. Finding it she unspooled a six foot length and tied one end to Oorie's collar, and made a loop at the other end.

"And of course my... err... 'mojo'... is ready should anything untoward happen." Isabel offered.

"Well I feel safer. Least we aren't totally helpless." She grabbed the butcher knife out of the knife block anyway. "Where's the Doctor? The real one, not Daniel. Wait a minute." Rose's eyes got big. "If... when they fix the body swap thing... what happens to Charlie and Shannon?"

She looked over to where the magic gathering... group... people were.


Date: 2007-06-26 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
The magic people are in the other cafeteria.

Re: OOC:

Date: 2007-06-26 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Oops. So she didn't look at them. ;) Sorry.


Date: 2007-06-26 06:38 pm (UTC)
ext_12572: (Chloe Intense)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
Chloe had to stifle the urge to pepper Isabel with questions. The woman either didn't know any more than she'd already said or was told to keep the details to herself for now. Chloe didn't doubt that Isabel was telling the truth: they'd know what had happened as soon as the big cheeses figured it out.

Still, the habits of years nagged at her--until Rose dropped her bombshell question.

Chloe felt her eyes get wider. "That's...a really good question," Chloe said. Even coming from Smallville, meteor freak capital of the world, Chloe hadn't believed in the supernatural until fairly recently. Superhumans, yes. The supernatural, no.

Then she, Lois and Lana had been possessed by...well, ghosts, Chloe supposed. The ghost of witches, but ghosts. So she'd had to deal with the reality of life-after-death, in some form. At least if you had enough mojo to make it happen.

Then she met two Grim Reapers. They didn't look anything like what she'd have imagined, or act like it either. But a month on the island was plenty to convince her they were for real, and that everyone became a ghost, at least briefly.

"I don't know," Chloe said. "I'm not sure that Daisy or George would know. If they ever ran into something like this before, they never said anything."


Date: 2007-06-26 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"I don't know what will happen," Isabel said. The obvious worst case scenario was the entirely plausible idea that Charlie would swap out of Shannon's body and attempt to return to his own, but with nowhere to go his soul, or spirit, or self, or whatever it was which had been swapped, would simply have nowhere to go and Charlie would die. Charlie's body had been completely destroyed. Still not the time to share that with the others.

"We will have to make sure somebody has told everybody looking into a solution to see if they can make sure that Charlie will be okay." Even if he does have to end up looking like a girl for the rest of his life. At least he'll have a life.


Date: 2007-06-26 08:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
"So... we could be looking at two people dying from one death? I mean if Shannon's gone to the other side, or whatever, and Charlie's mind tried to go into a dead body... Or maybe Shannon goes home and Charlie dies. Or Charlie is stuck in Shannon's body... None of them seem fair." Rose didn't like that. But the universe was rarely fair. It just was. The Doctor taught her that.

"But the other thing to worry about is we have a killer among us. Right? I mean, an animal would have been noticed, and an accident would be announced right away. So it has to be murder, yeah?"


Date: 2007-06-26 09:29 pm (UTC)
ext_12572: (Chloe Intense)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
"I...don't know about that," Chloe said.

"I mean, if they thought there was a killer among us, I think they'd have said so--if only to warn us to watch one another." Chloe thought furiously for a moment.

"I mean, maybe it was suicide...." Chloe trailed off when Isabel shook her head.

"Or--there's that...smoke monster," Chloe almost mumbled. It felt silly even saying such a thing, but it was no joke. It had killed the pilot of Flight 815 shortly after they'd arrived on the island. Nobody had seen it since as far as Chloe knew, but that didn't mean it wasn't still around.


Date: 2007-06-26 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Rose shivered at that last suggestion. "The Others did say it feared the beach but was comfortable in the interior." She looked down at Oorie, who seemed to be more comfortable on the makeshift leash and surrounded by people.

"But wouldn't we have heard it? It's kinda loud and destructive."


Date: 2007-06-27 12:09 am (UTC)
ext_12572: (Chloe Intense)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
"Yeah, that's a good point," Chloe said.

She remembered waking up in the middle of that first night on the island. Everyone had. A god-awful roaring in the distance and trees shaking and collapsing near the treeline.

She'd thought it had to be a dinosaur or something. A monster made of smoke seemed anticlimactic--until you remembered that it was perfectly capable of killing you, and it could follow you into places no dinosaur could. And...it was loud.

"Well, I guess all we know for sure is that we don't know," Chloe said. It was frustrating to be left in the dark, but probably nobody else knew much more. She'd just have to wait.

"So," Chloe said to Isabel, "you said something about coffee?"


Date: 2007-06-27 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estirose.livejournal.com

Kenzaki felt he was slowly getting used to Miho's body. Enough that he was able to help Sukotto-san* before he wandered off in the direction of the storeroom to pick up some of his stuff. He became aware something strange was going on, and he saw that people were starting to be herded into the other cafeteria. Curious, he headed in, hoping to get some answers.

"Hello?" he asked in his native language. "What's going on?"


Date: 2007-06-27 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"Smoke monster?" Isabel asked, heading for the kitchen area. "And yes, I did mention coffee." She took ground coffee from the freezer, pleased to see it had been kept in the right place, and spooned a generous quantity into the coffee machine before adding water in the tank, switching the whole thing on and putting the jug in place. It hummed and clicked and began to make gurgling noises as the water slowly heated up.

She started hunting for clean mugs as she let one ear follow the conversation in the main part of the cafeteria.


Date: 2007-06-27 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
"Someone was killed. We're yammerin' on to keep from thinkin' on ti." Rose offered in Japanese.

"Smoke thing comes out during the day. I don't know if it's the water. Maybe. Too bad we don't have squirt guns." Rose sat down and began to pet Oorie, who was still trembling a bit.

"I don't suppose it's always smashing down trees, or the island would only be so much kindling by now, yeah?"


Date: 2007-06-27 10:12 pm (UTC)
ext_12572: (Chloe Intense)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
Chloe was leaning against the counter listening to the conversation going on around her when it struck her. The question of whether Shannon or Charlie was dead, of whether Shannon could in essence evict Charlie and survive the death of his body had been niggling at her. It was a horrible mental puzzle, made worse by the knowledge that no matter what happened, one of them was doomed.

(If Charlie weren't dead, they could just--)

Chloe stood up abruptly. Charlie was dead. But nobody else was. Why couldn't George or Daisy just swap people around? Daisy had reaped Ami when she needed help during the raid on the bunker. Hell, Daisy had taken out a bunch of bad guys too--and none of them had been dead when she did it.

"Chloe? Something wrong?"

"No," Chloe said, though she paid no attention to who had spoken. "I just...I remembered something I have to do," she said. Chloe didn't want to raise any false hopes. If this idea panned out, they could get everyone back to normal pretty quickly; if not, no need to mention it.

"I'll...be back in a few minutes," Chloe said, heading for the door.



Date: 2007-06-28 11:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"Sugar, please," Isabel said. Something had definitely occurred to Chloe, and her weak explanation of having forgotten something was something Isabel was familiar with after years of hiding her true nature. "I wonder what Chloe's up to..."


Date: 2007-06-28 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
"I wonder what Chloe's up to..." Isabel mused aloud.

Scott glanced up at Ami-in-Blaise. Despite their lack of psionics, he was sure they were wondering the same thing. To May-in-Hiro he said, "Cream and sugar for both of us, please." The caffeine should at least take the edge off of some of House's body's aches.


Date: 2007-06-28 05:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Even odder than Chloe's exit, was the entrence of Miho in Kenzaki and Molly in River. They were carrying luggage, gym bags and pillow cases.

Miho was already up the stairs and outside.

"What are you doing?" Rose cocked her head.

"Getting ready." Molly replied. "Keeps me calm. Have to move things. Not much time. Oorie's about to chew on the chair leg."

Molly carried her burden's up the stairs. After a few minutes both came back. "Near the edge of the time bubble. Be ready for it."

Molly went back into the hall.

"Alright. Is it just me or has River's body broke Molly?" Rose looked to the others.

Just as Oorie began to gnaw the her chair leg.


Date: 2007-06-28 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
((Dragging along Miho, sorry))

Molly was shouting in her own mind. ::Hury, Hurry, Hurry. Focus, focus, focus::

By now River, in Molly's body, had seen what they were doing and was helping.

"You didn't even ask why?" Molly looked suprised.

"Had to have a good reason. I would." River was dumping clothing into a rucksack and pillow case.

The three of them marhed through the kitchen in a line, loaded up with as much as they could reasonably carry. It wasn't easy work. Only clothing and personal items. Anything more would slow them all down. ALL of them.

They walked past the bewildered group in the kitchen for the second time and out into the forest. They followed the path to the now broken machine that had operated the time bubble. There they dropped the current load and headed back.

"Ticking in my head. The Dark is lurking, but the ticking is insistant." Molly started to jog. The other two followed her.


Date: 2007-06-28 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Rose noted May's wierd reaction and then River, Miho and Molly marched through again, loaded down with other people's suitcases, and her own backpack.

"Hey..." She stood up when the three came back in.

"What the bloody hell is goin' on?"

"Tick, tick. On the clock. Moving day. Volcano day." Moly's hands flew as she talked. "Don't know what, but comming. Pushing in on me, smothering the voices. Gotta move. Help or not, gotta move. Files... go for the medical files those who were taken had. You, and the others. Can't hurt. Can't remember all."

Molly looked at Rose with River's eyes, seemed to see through her. "Congradulations. Keep it safe."

Protective instinct was pushing against urgency. "Take Oorie to the bags and gaurd them. It takes a few minutes to get there. Stay there. Things may fall, but it's far enough. Far enough for what, I don't know. Just guard. It's important."

Molly handed Rose her bow and quiver. Rose knew how attached Molly had gotten to them already.

"Humor me. Make fun of me tonight, when I'm me. Enjoy the sun. Let Oorie do what dogs do. Protect what's within. Go."

Rose shook her head. This was daft. But then, she should be used to that by now.

"He'll know where you are. Hurry." Molly called over her shoulder as she went into the room Daniel, Jon and their roomies shared.

Rose shook her head. Right, take Oorie for a walk. What the hell was inside?

She had no idea why she went into the med lab and dug around until she found the files on herself, Daisy, Ami, and Clair/Aaron, but they were a good armful.

She passed Hiro, Scott, Isabel and the rest. "Molly said to take Oorie for a walk and take these files where they're dumping the bags. She's actin totally mad, but she had River and Miho followin' her. Can't hurt, right?"

Rose shrugged.

Molly and company came trudging after her. Molly stopped to find the biggest soup pot they had and propped it on her head. "Helmet." She nodded to the others.


Date: 2007-06-28 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"Something's seriously wrong here," Isabel said. Glimpses of emotion were making themselves felt around the edges of her mind. Not her emotions. Worry, mostly, and a sense of impending... impendingness.

"Something's going to happen. Not much time. I assume something is going to happen here, which is why they're moving stuff away." She looked around. "Can't hurt to follow suit." Her gaze turned to the kitchen cupboards. With a sharp gesture, she flung the doors open and pulled all their contents off the shelves and onto the floor. She dug through the pile to find the dish towels.

"Right, let's bundle up the stuff that'll keep. We might be needing it."

[Scott, Ami]

Date: 2007-06-28 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Scott and Ami watched the craziness warily. They both jumped when Isabel expelled everything from the kitchen cabinets to the floor.

The couple exchanged a look. "Better safe than sorry," Scott said.

Ami nodded. After a brief hesitation she (Blaise) kissed Scott-in-House's forehead. "Help Isabel. I'll get our things." She helped Scott to his feet, then loped out of the room.


With the aid of House's cane Scott hobbled over to the kitchen. After a wave of nausea stopped him from bending down to retrieve a can of string beans, Scott changed tactics. Instead he kicked and prodded non-perishables with his cane into a pile. (Telekinesis would be so nice right now.)

[Sam Tyler]

Date: 2007-06-28 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Sam started after Ami only to be stopped by Ripley. "Where do you think you're going?"

Sam's temper, now on a hair trigger thanks to the blood scent in the air, flared. "To get my things," he snarled. "I may be stuck in your sodding body, but I'm still civilized."

Ripley chuckled. "C'mon, you're sore about me having--" Sam cut her off with a glare. "Sheesh. I'm sure that you--"

"Shut it," Sam snapped. Before the bloody savage alien woman could say another word he darted into the hall toward his and the Guv's room. The bleedin' DHARMA wankers may not have left him with much, but he wasn't leaving what few possessions he had behind.


[Sam Tyler]

Date: 2007-06-28 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Once Sam got over the worst of his mortification of suddenly finding himself having sex with George then nearly falling out of a tree he headed back to the bunker. At the first stream he crossed he washed the snake's blood from Ripley's body. He wasn't sure which was more disturbing; that the blood didn't bother him, or that it made him considering hunting down another snake.


Sam smelled death before he opened the back door to the cafeteria. It made the already rank (to Ripley's nose) conditioned air stink more. Worse, the tang of blood stirred some of Ripley's primal instincts. Clinging to conscious thought as best he could, he stalked into the flourescent-lit room. The sight of post-coital Ripley in his body made him clench his fists. "What happened?" he ground out.

Ripley wasn't cowed in the slightest. Instead she waggled her (his!) eyebrows. "I think you know."

"Sh- he does?" Scott asked.

Sam growled at Ripley, who sobered. "Something killed Shannon. Charlie's body, anyway. Danny an' them want everyone to stay put here."


Date: 2007-06-26 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
Scott's eyes went wide. "Something? What kind of something? Is anyone after it? And has anyone seen Ami?"

As a matter of fact, she was assisting Ripley with Scott... (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/146088.html?thread=4500392#t4500392)



Date: 2007-06-26 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com

Sorry about that. Let's pretend that Scott didn't say "And has anyone seen Ami?"

I'm off to a meeting. I may be AFK for the rest of the day, especially if more thunderstorms pop up. We'll see. Later!

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