Day 8 - Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)

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The small group gathered early, collecting food to sustain them for lunch, but prepared to scavenge for their own meals after that. Rose was starting off wearing her backpack, and had a Bamboo walking stick. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail on top her head, keeping it out of the way. The Backpack held two changes of clothing two blankets wand bottled water. The Doctor carried nothing except what was in the pockets f his ever-present leather jacket. Sayid had one of John Locke’s knives tucked into his belt, and one of the sturdy spears from the found crate ‘just in case’.

Sayid had not understood why he had been asked to join them. He knew that between The Doctor and Doctor McKay his own technical knowledge was limited. But the Doctor insisted he’d be invaluable if they were dealing with older equipment and, The Doctor confided, he was obviously one of the ex-military types. He told the Iranian he wanted someone who could handle themselves, and was an adult, with them. Someone he trusted to help protect the group. Although when he said the group he’d turned to look at Rose. Sayid was not certain if The Doctor was mad or not, the things he had heard whispered round the campfire, but he was capable. And the obvious trust was an honor of its own.

McKay, Jon and Tara rounded out the group heading for the Transmitter. Tara had the map. The Doctor had announced he didn’t need it. Rose complained that such a statement was something only those male statements that tended to get people lost, so Tara had been handed the map to keep them on track, should the Doctor’s ‘excellent sense of direction’ fail them.

They had set off keeping to the shade of the treeline. Besides the shade, the ground was harder there, and easier to walk over. They were not traveling fast, in deference to McKay’s still hurting ribs.

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[McKay] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, Doctor, Rose, transmitter team)

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Rodney carried a few extra items, one of which was the satchel in which he had his laptop, a small tool kit, and random, odd connector cables. Given time, he could connect his computer to pretty much anything, as evidenced by his previous experience linking things that were essentially of crystalline structure to slightly below bleeding edge, Earth-bound technology. Couple that with his provisions+ (hypoglycemic, McKay had to eat every couple of hours or he'd pass out from 'manly hunger'), and he was pretty much weighed down. He was slow to begin with, and while his ribs didn't bother him quite so much while seated and doing little: read, it didn't cause massive amounts of pain to breath, they ached a great deal the longer they were out and walking around. The occasional stop was appreciated.

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Rose had wanted to try and carry some of McKay's equipment, but The Doctor had stopped her with a shake of his head. He did however take the tool kit and wires soon after they started out.

"Ah, I get it. It's some kind of geek thing." She gave them both a grin. "No getting help from girls, then."

She moved to walk alongside Tara. "So, you often volunteer for long tedious trips to the back of nowhere?"

[Jon] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Rodney, Doctor, Rose)

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Jon snorted quietly as he overheard Rose's question about "long tedious trips to the back of nowhere," scanning around and settling for his own sarcastic mantra of "trees, trees.. and more trees." Some things never changed.

He glanced over to McKay and made a note to check on the guy's ribs and pack next time they stopped - maybe then he'd be willing to split the load some more, and it wasn't like Jon hadn't just gotten over damaged ribs himself. He knew how badly they hurt, especially with the added irritation of jungle humidity, and he was carrying the team's first aid kit (courtesy of Daniel) - wasted space unless he actually used it, even if the patient was a hypochondriac under normal circumstances.

Jon's next subject of observation was the Doctor, who still made his nerves tingle in warning. An alien, yes.. but he'd not really spoken to the man (man? well that's what he looked like anyway) and was having to go by Chinese whispers so far. At least his eyes didn't flash, but that was no guarantee of continued good intentions.

And then there was Sayid, who made his hair stand on end for a very different reason. Jon's awareness shifted to the gun in his waistband, though he made no move to actually hold it. If there was one man on the island whom Jon refused to trust on principle, despite the disagreement of his gut instinct, it was Sayid.. almost the reverse of his thoughts towards Jacob Carter after his 'blending' with Selmak. Snakes were bad, and that was a fact. So were Iraqis with a military bearing. Case closed.

[McKay] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, Doctor, Rose)

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There were worse things in the universe, amazingly enough, than snakes with the flashy eyes. Them, remarkably, McKay could deal with. They didn't suck life from a person with their -hand-. They were just over-the-top actors with a god complex. -There- was the understanding. As for the Doctor? Well, he'd worked with the man long enough, or as long as one could while on this island, that he could trust him-- as far as one could trust an alien, that is. A sort of working relationship had been built, and that went a long way with the astrophysicist. It was Jon, really, that sort of weirded him out. Still, he'd seen stranger things. Kind of. To work for the SGC meant that one had to keep one's mind open to many, many, many things, so many different possibilities. Energy beings. Life suckers. Snakes that bury themselves in people's heads, 'incubated' in people's guts... shadow creatures. Dinosaurs. Doesn't mean he liked it, however.

Step. Step. Breathe. Not too deeply, no. He'd positioned himself in the middle of the group out of habit. In good times, McKay was out of shape. He was a /theoretical/ astrophysicist. Never trained with guns, never trained in military tactics even though he was on a 'gate team'. By now, they'd have forgotten him, Zelenka replaced him, and the entire city was at the bottom of the ocean, thanks to the man's incompetence. Truth be told, he probably wouldn't have minded Rose's aid. After all, while he wouldn't classify her as a hot blonde, she was cute. On the flip side, however, if anything happened to his laptop, he would probably have a nervous breakdown.

Step. Step. Breathe. Not too deeply. One foot in front of the other as his thoughts shifted towards the 'are we there yet?'. "How far" *pant* "is it?"

[Doctor] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)

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“At this rate, we’ll be to the TARDIS tonight. It took us about a day’s travel to find the main camp… or Scott, anyway. Now we know the way as far as the ship, so even with the frequent stops we should make descent time.” The Doctor switched the toolbox to his left hand. “We could sleep in the Consol Room tonight, not the most comfy, but it’ll be totally safe. Then tomorrow it looks like another half day’s walk to the transmitter site.”

As they walked, every once in a while the Doctor would look over his shoulder, checking up on Rose, Tara and Jon, no doubt. Actually, the former more than the latter. Sayid had taken point and walked alone.

“At least tonight you’ll be back in top shape.” The Doctor almost laughed at Rodney’s face at the thought of an all day trek to relief. “Think of it as a character building outing.”

[McKay] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, Doctor, Rose)

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Rodney stopped briefly, his shoulders pulled back as if some unseen force held him, his head rolling in a vain attempt to loosen impossibly tight muscles. A wince crossed his face, as a hand rose. "Tonight. What is it about people parking so far? Is it a pilot thing, or what?" He'd noticed that even flying the jumpers, they'd always be parked way out in the middle of nowhere and had to walk. Lots. Oddly enough, he'd never asked his friend.

His expression turned to a pained scowl. Essentially, the response was 'For your own good', quite literally. "Yes, funny. Character building. I've had more of that..." in the last year. "I don't need anymore."

[Doctor/Rose] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)

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“Wasn’t like it was a planned landing, now, was it? We’d just been through… a major crisis, and it completely drained her power sources. Just lucky she got us to Rose’s planet and general time, not toss us up on Janusia II during the great Rebellion. All considered it was a stellar landing. And nicely out of the way of our fellow cast aways. Don’t need them poking about.” The Doctor got a bit defensive. “Course if we were on Janusia II during their great Rebellion we could have nicked enough proper power supplies to get us moving again and I wouldn’t be stuck on a little island with a bunch of silly little apes. Maybe the landing wasn’t as good as all that after all.”

Rose laughed from behind them, as the Doctor was not being particularly hushed. “Don’t ever pick on the TARDIS. Although the piloting bit tends to be off a bit here and there. Few years, couple thousand miles.”

“Like to see you do better. Besides, she usually takes us exactly where we’re needed, if not where we were aiming for.”

“Just part of the adventure.” She nodded.

“Yup. Don’t want things to get too boring now, do we?”

[McKay] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, Doctor, Rose)

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The thought of navigating through space and time was just something that McKay would love to get his mind around. The formulae would be intense. Of course, it could simply be a case, now, of pushing buttons, which would be very disappointing.

McKay had been on the move again, his breathing coming laboured, the exertion evident as the Doctor ringed himself in his own logic, coming out to the conclusion that, perhaps, the landing wasn't all that great. He stopped once more, however, at the characterization, his features turning insulted and vaguely irritated. "Who are you calling 'silly little apes'?" Not him, surely. Translating, perhaps, is in order, and a glance was given to the blonde. "Apes?"

[Tara] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Rose, transmitter folks)

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Tara smiled at the question and shook her head. "No, not really, although I suppose patrolling might count."

Actually she had been very curious to see The Doctor's Tardis, and to just see more of the island as well. For all of it's many dangers, it was a truly beautiful place.

There was another reason, that she wanted to talk to Rose alone, but this wasn't just the place.

[Rose] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Tara, transmitter folks)

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She returned her attention to Tara. "Patrolling? Sounds like looking for trouble. So you can handle yourself, yeah? I mean beyond the..." Rose wiggled her fingers in the air.

"Can't say I'm not glad to have the company. Those two will be drivin us all mad by noon. Sayid isn't big on conversation, and Jon hasn't been much with talking so far."

[Tara] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Rose, transmitter folks)

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Tara was distracted by a creeping vine that was attempting to pull her boot off, and she answered without really thinking, "Patrolling, yeah, graveyards, vampires, all that...." She got her foot free, and just managed *not* to fall in the process. That accomplished, she grinned at Rose, "And I took out a demon biker guy with an axe one time."

[Rose] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Tara, transmitter folks)

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Rose looked more curious than surprised. “Demons… real demons. Ike with horns and tails and everything? And Vampires? The blood sucking undead like in a Hammer film?”

“I mean, I’ve seen Zombies, sort of. They were actually aliens made of gas inhabiting human corpses. Not Zombies in the sense Ash talks about. But I can relate a bit. And I’ve seen aliens of all sort. Some might pass as demons if you didn’t know different. But real demons? That’s… different. An axe, hm?”

She didn’t disbelieve Tara. After all she was a witch and worked magic. At this point Rose had become very open minded.

[Tara] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Rose, transmitter folks)

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Tara was rather enjoying talking about Sunnydale life in such a matter of fact way. She brushed her hair back, and said, "The town where I lived, where I was going to college anyway, was just infested with vampires. My girlfriend..." she trailed off, looking away before continuing, "My ex-girlfriend was part of a group that tried to keep the vamp population down, and I got brought into it through her. This girl led the group, Buffy Summers, she was the chosen Vampire Slayer, had almost superpowers, strength and speed and quick healing and all."

She gestured to the jungle around them, "It's certainly got more vines and such than graveyards, but at least it's daylight. Either way, gets you in shape, running after," she grinned at Rose again, teasingly, "Or sometimes running away from the undead. And I'll admit I've done my fair share of running away as fast as I can!"

[Rose] Day 8: Team transmitter (tag Tara, transmitter folks)

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Rose laughed. "I got the running away bit down pretty good. Seems we're forever running for our lives. We've ticked off the prime minister of some obscure planet, or foiled intergalactic drugrunners who are none too happy about it, or someone forgot to tell me showing my legs in public was considered sacrilage on that planet in that time period... Add in the running before things blow up and I've got to say, I'm in pretty good shape." She handed Tara an apple.

"So... vampires. Still wrapping my head round that one. And superheros to fight them. Micky would be having a field day." She mused.

"Or hiding behind the couch." The Doctor smirked. "If Ricky ever found out there were vampires he'd never leave his flat at night."

"You knew about vampires?" Rose looked suspiciously at the Doctor.

"Know about a few kinds of vampires. Not sure about Tara's kind." He pointed out.

Almost there (turning in towards the jungle)

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It was an hour after their lunch stop that they came upon the wet, ash remains of the campfire Rose had spoke of. It was already mixing with sand, and would be totally invisible in a month or so.

Rose and Tara had continued to chat amiably, comparing things seen families, and other topics, including movies and perfumes.

The Doctor discussed temporal physics and theory with McKay, and to the rest they might as well have been speaking Russian, because by the time Rose heard them spouting higher maths she was getting a headache. Occasionally The Doctor would goad McKay into an argument, or belittle humans and their comprehension of the higher sciences, only to have McKay start an almost irate counterargument. Rose wondered if Doctor McKay, or anyone else had noticed those statements and goading occurred when McKay seemed to flag, or his pain started to get the better of him.

The sun was starting to get low in the sky when the Doctor called a halt.

“Through there, bout a mile in, and we can rest in safety for the night.” He pointed to the dense forest.

[McKay]Almost there (turning in towards the jungle) (tag transmitter team)

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Well, it was for certain that McKay didn't seem to notice, too caught up in the arguments, the counter-arguments and the small and the small, petty victories gained as he was. An hour after lunch, and once again, the astrophysicist pulled a piece of fruit out of a pack and bit into it. He rather enjoyed being able to have a discourse with someone who was knowledgeable, he wouldn't give him fluent, or even acknowledge it out loud, in the higher maths and the theories of the universe. While the rest might not be able to even comprehend, there, the pair were offering up and expounding on the mysteries of the universe. Heady stuff, really.

Rodney paused when everyone else did, taking the moment to lean over slightly and try to catch what little breath he had. His legs were aching, his arms, his chest. The declaration, however, brought him up, his expression one of complete disbelief. He shook his head as his back straightened. That's... a dense forest with-with-with who knows what in there. "Wait-wait-wait... In there? A mile." A statement. "In there." He sounded, well, dubious. "What about the whole 'getting there'? Not so safe."

[Faith] Got People? (tag Mara, open)

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After seven days, Faith finally declared herself to be sick and tired of her unscheduled tropical island vacation. Ok, it hadn't really taken her seven days, she'd pretty much been squirrelly by day three – that was when the crazy, mad patrols began. She told Mara that she just needed to keep making sure that there were no dangerous predators nearby, and the woman agreed easily that it was a good idea, but Faith got the feeling that she knew exactly what Faith was doing.

Couldn't explain it though. It was the Slayer gift, the Slayer power that made Faith need to run through the jungle. Running, jumping, climbing and sensing the jungle around her, playing predator, looking for prey. Unfortunately, there weren't any vampires or demons on the island, ('cept for whatever the fuck that smoke thing was and the fucked up weird ghost walkers) so she usually just ran and climbed until she burnt off the Slayer hunger.

(Hunger, yeah, that's it.)

Faith scurried up a tree, taking a few seconds to catch her breath. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, and she knew that she'd have to get back to their beach campsite soon. She didn't like to leave Mara alone for very long. Hell, she didn't even go far into the trees out of fear of leaving the woman alone and unprotected on the beach. It was different now that there wasn't the plane to protect Mara and she didn't have the little hiding holes that Faith had found for her. They were exposed on the beach and though it meant a better chance of rescue, it also meant that Faith was keeping her guard up more.

(But if there's one thing Mara's good at, it's hiding.)

Imagining that she looked like Jane to someone's Tarzan, Faith executed a leaping jump from her perch to a branch the next tree over. She landed, perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet, then twisted, ran and jumped again. And again. The fourth leap was a bit of a miscalculation, and her feet slid from under her. Reflexes were everything and rather than resisting, she went with the slide, throwing her body to the side and grasping the underside of the branch. A quick duck of her legs behind her and she somersaulted to the ground.

"Oh yeah," Faith grinned, flexing her neck and legs as she rose up from her crouching position. She rolled her shoulders a bit. "A little bit rusty but still got it goin' on." (One good thing 'bout that plane falling out of the sky, least it gives me a chance to get back in the groove.)

Breathing heavy, but more from the adrenaline rush and euphoria of her wild dash and chase in the jungle, Faith turned her attention towards the beach. She could hear the waves splashing against the sand even within the cover of the trees. The salty, wet air tickled her nose and brushed her skin and she let the sounds and smells guide her back.

That was when she heard them. Voices. Not those whispering, slithering voices that had her grabbing Mara's arm and nearly dragging the woman out of the jungle, but real, human voices.

(Fuck yeah,) Faith thought.

Still, she couldn't be too cautious. With all of her Slayer stealth, she slowed her pace, ducking into the shadows the trees cast with the afternoon light. Faith moved quickly, yet quietly, although as she got close enough to see them from the trees, she realized she hadn't needed to be quiet at all. They were talking among themselves, one of them leaning over, gasping and whining as though he'd just been forced to walk a marathon. He was complaining, a man with big ears and a British accent was apparently egging him on, and several others milled about – only two females among them, and one really hot, olive complexioned well muscled man.

(Fuck yeah,) Faith thought again.

She made good time back to her and Mara's campsite, only five hundred or so feet down the beach from where the group of odd strangers milled around. A sand dune hid it, just barely, although the top of the tent could be seen with a good eye and from the right angle.

"Hey, Mara. We got people." Faith quirked a smile, jerking her head to indicate the direction they were in.

[Mara] Got People? (tag Faith, open)

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Mara had not dreamed of nightingales in days. This place...had taken thoughts of nightingales from her, and the horrors waiting in Rome. Rome didn't exist now; Alex--Father Bernier--and his pain and horror and need for her didn't exist now. The world had collapsed into the Island for her, with its mysteries and terrors, and she had spent an entire week quietly adjusting while Faith helped her physically survive.

Faith. She had liked the woman enough to trust her instead of running when they and the Watchers had met in Sydney, in spite of the fact that Faith was a bit of a tigress under the skin. There was compassion there too, and scars, and sometimes her bravado seemed to hide a deep sadness. But most of all, she was fun, no-bullshit, and didn't mind Mara's weirdness much at all.

Mara was painting in the wet sand with her fingers, feet bare and hair blown all over the place. Her grey gauze dress clung to her damply as she carved geometric trellises covered in jasmine vines and then watched the surf eat them. The day's chores were done, she'd woven some more mats for her own shelter (Faith would need her own eventually; she didn't know why, but Mara simply knew this), and now...she just needed to create.

Something fuzzy and sand-speckled kept butting against her ankle as she worked. She finally reached down and scooped the little bundle of wiggle up--a feisty Golden Retriever puppy who Faith had found wandering the forest crying on one of her first runs through the woods. Mara could only guess where the little girl had come from; she didn't think the scary people in the woods kept pets. Mara had nicknamed her Orrie, for Aurum, the Latin word for gold. "Orrie Orrie Or-rie, little mischief-monster. You're not going to leave me alone until I play with you, are you?"

When Faith came around the dune radiating excitement, Mara looked up and smiled. "Good kind of people, then?"

"Hot kind of people in at least one case." Faith's eyes gleamed a little.

Mara laughed and went over to peek around the dune. Yes, people. Not the crazy grey-skinned ones with their slimy thoughts.

She blinked as she peered at them, "feeling" them a little. No wickedness; just tired, purposeful and--

The puppy squiggled out of her arms, and she was too stunned to not let him. "There's something...about some of them...I don't know...but one of them has a light around him. I--I think it may be okay, though...."

"Uh, Mara?" Faith asked, sounding just a little snarky.

Mara looked over--and realized Orrie was making a delighted beeline for the newcomers. "Oh crap," she said, a bit mortified.

[Rose] Got People? (tag Faith, Mara, team transmitter)

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"We came out this way. Not even a scratch. You want those ribs fixed? A night of sleep without a care that anything might attack?" The Doctor goaded while shifting the wight of the backpack he had relieved Rose of at lunch. "Nothing to it. The Transmitter's in the jungle, so you might as well get used it it."

Rose rolled her eyes and looked to Ash and Tara, wondering if they found Doctor McKay's balking as humourous. But the hint of movement out of the corner of her eye pulled her attention.

It was... a puppy. The cutest little bundle of golden fur loping at them over a sand dune.

For a moment she scanned the treeline, looking for an angry wild dog mum, but she didn't see anything, and this pupp was defintely making a beeline for them, not afraid at all.

"Look." She tugged Tara's arm briefly before moving a few steps closer to the oncoming pup and crouching down, her hand out for sniffing. "Aren't you just the cutest thing?"

The Doctor turned to see her fawning over a puppy, then his eyes tracked to the top of the dune. His body tensed. "She's not alone."

[Faith] Game On (tag Mara, transmitter team)

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"Game on," Faith grinned at Mara. She wasn't too worried about this group; if Mara said that they felt okay then that was okay by her. Faith was a Slayer and she took things on – well, faith – and knew enough to know better than question Mara and her feelings. (Yeah, she's just off enough that it's easy to see why Iron Panties and Closet Gay Boy thought she might have been another potential Slayer.)

If they hadn't been Watchers, Faith might have felt badly for thinking ill of the dead. As it was, she didn't really think much on it at all once the thought passed through her brain.

Faith watched Orrie bound across the sand towards the group of people, following slowly behind. Despite Mara's affirmation of the "goodness" of this group, Faith didn't let her guard down. It was normal, a part of who and what she was. She was sizing them up, each and everyone, taking out the potential threats and figuring out the worst case scenario and how to counter it.

Buffy and Giles had always accused her of being impulsive, of rushing in without a plan. That had only been true half the time back then (and that Faith is gone anyway, mostly, trying at least) and it was less true now. Faith often had a plan (Hell, you don't stay in one piece and get respect in cell block D if you don't think on your feet and plan your way round the rest of the starving bitches); her plans just typically weren't those that other people would come up with first.

('Specially not B.)

None of the people were armed with guns – that she could tell from this distance – and the two blondes looked about as creampuff as Mara. The British guy got her hackles up just because he was British, and yeah, she knew that she was going to have to get over that . . . eventually. The Complainer wasn't much of a challenge, ('Less he talks me to death), so that left the teenager (no sweat), the tall dark haired kinda dorky looking guy and Tall, Dark and Muscled (definitely dangerous).

Faith walked with purposeful strides, but kept her hands in plain view. Not like there was any place to hide anything other than a stake in her denim shorts and white tank, and even that was pushing it. Faith knew that there was no way she could hide the Slayer power and poise; she had never tried to do so and she'd just spent the last year and half in lockup making sure that she kept every bit of the Slayer out on display. Damsel in distress wasn't her style anyway.

As the puppy lunged at the squatting blonde, tackling her as best a puppy could, Faith drew closer and did a quick reassessment of the group. She shifted her estimation of the British guy; he looked like he walked the line between crazy and dangerous, and he'd require keeping an eye on.

Stopping a safe distance away, close enough to talk without shouting, but far enough to see trouble coming, Faith called out the blonde on her knees. "Yo. I think she likes you."

[OOC: Yeah, I know Tara is there. But I figure that Tara is far more likely to recognize Faith (or rather Faith's body, because it was inhabited by Buffy for a good deal of the time) before Faith recognizes Tara.]

[Mara] Game On (tag Faith, transmitter team)

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Mara trailed after slowly, pushing her floppy black hair out of her eyes. Let Faith be the in-your-face one...she was good at it. Mara...was best with people one at a time, when you could really talk to them.

Orrie was going nuts. She wagthoomped into one lady's midsection, leaped out of her arms, buzzed the whole crowd a few times and then went scrambling back to Mara for about three seconds to announce that there were people!!!!!--before running back to the blonde lady again. Hi! I'm a dog. I'm new at it. Isn't it exciting? Here, check out my belly. Got any treats? Wait--hey you! You've got boots. I'm gonna chew on 'em. *gnar gnar gnar*

Mara came up slowly, looking at each person in turn with a quiet intentness, as if she were memorizing their features. She spared the Doctor the longest glance, wondering why the light around him was bright and loud and multi-stranded, like something woven together. Something about it made her put a hand over her chest, as if to conceal the torn-feeling place the demon had left.

"Hi," she said to the newcomers shyly. Her smile was warm, but sad.

[Rose/Doctor] Game On (tag Faith, Mara, transmitter team)

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Everyone had tensed up when the two women approached.

"Yo. I think she likes you." was all the warning they got before the puppy headbutted Rose in the stomach exhuberantly, sending her from a crouch to full on her arse. Potential threat or not, she couldn't help but laugh.

The puppy seemed to examine everyone, running from person top person, sniffing pants and shoes before begging Rose to pet her.

The Doctor assessed the two women, noting that Sayid and Jon were both ramrod stiff, alert, coiled and ready for any threat. He might be young, but Jon was good, more disciplined than most teens.

The more forward of the women moved with the smooth grace of a warrior. She didn't walk, she stalked. But it wasn't something clumsy, no, it was the almost seductive movement of one of this worlds panthers. While you admired the smooth flow, it had positioned itself to tear your throat out and make a meal of you.

The other woman... reminded him of Tara. She seemed reserved, shy even. She kept the other woman between her and the group.

It was getting easier the more he did it, he lowered some of his shields, metally aware of them without actively intruding on thoughts. Although he disliked doing it. Felt like cheating. But still, he needed to know if whatever they said was true as they understood it.

"Hello." He answered the shy one back.

They were wearing clean clothing, not worn like the Others, or even Danielle. And the shy one had signs of recent sunburn healing into a tan. Not the great outdoors type, least without loads of sunscreen.

"Nice night for a stroll on the beech, yeah?" He grinned.

[McKay] Game On (everone :))

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Great. Just... great.
Still, McKay was smart. He kept himself in the middle of the little group, even as the two women made contact. He didn't make any threatening moves, particularly as there would be absolutely nothing he could do anyway, even if he didn't have the issue of the ribs. While not averse to carrying a pistol, and he had actually used one successfully, he wasn't armed now. Positioning himself near the teenager, oddly enough, he glanced at the Doctor, to him, the defacto 'leader' of the group. Scary, but true.

OOC:

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For those playing along at home who have not seen the current Console Room and interior of the TARDIS...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/characters/tardis.shtml

Lets you tour and examine sections.

TAG ALL!!!

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Moving to new heading "Spaceships and Slayers" to keep the 75 post limit from knocking us. :)