fikgirl ([identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crossing_lostrp2006-04-13 08:58 am
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[Ami, Megabyte] Skipped Time (Day 8): Playing Catch Up (open tag)

“This really would make a great resort spot,” Megabyte decided, tossing a broken shell into the waves. “You know, once you get past the creepy telepathic Neanderthals, telepathic smoke clouds and the still ever elusive probably biomechanical T-Rex.”

Walking beside him, Ami gave a laugh. “You advertise them as ‘attractions.’ Survivalist types would kill for the opportunity to be here. Pardon the pun.”

It was early morning and a majority of the camp slept. Megabyte had, in fact, been awakened by Ami far earlier than he would have liked. He told her as much, but any attempts to go back to sleep had been thrawted by Hurley’s sleep-talking and irregular snoring. So, in the end, Megabyte grabbed his swim trunks and joined Ami, curious about what was so urgent she had to wake him at The Crack of Doom.

She’d told him. All the little weird bits and things that she hadn’t shared with him before – starting with the Frenchwoman’s, Danielle’s, repeating distress signal. That had earned her some scorn and harsh words, but in the end he apologized, recognizing that he probably would have done the same in her shoes and it would have been to protect her. In exchange he told her about ‘porting Tommy and Emerson away from the Smoke Monster and how Locke learned that he was telepathic and able to teleport.

“Rose knows too,” Ami told him.

“Yeah, and so does The Doctor.” He scowled when he said ‘The Doctor.’

Ami shook her head. “No, The Doctor knows we’re telepathic. Rose knows about The Tomorrow People.”

“She didn’t tell him?”

“It’s not her secret to tell, so she hasn’t,” Ami said with a grin. “I think she likes knowing something that he doesn’t know, so I’ve been working on keeping it secret as long as possible.”

She confessed to her telekinetic demonstration for George, which prompted Megabyte's admission of telling George he was 'empathic.' That in turn led to explanations of *why* he'd had to explain and a good deal of teasing on his part and blushing on hers. From that point, the conversation naturally segued into talking about Scott, and as Ami had expected, Megabyte was completely non-pulsed by the whole half-alien bit. She hesitated before telling him that part, but in the end decided that the only way to really explain everything to Megabyte was to explain everything to Megabyte.

/Scott’s had some bad experiences with the Air Force and a government agency called the FSA. He didn’t – he couldn’t – trust you because of the fact that you work for WorldEx./ Ami held up a hand to stave off his objections, /He’s relented now or I couldn’t have talked to you about any of this. But you have to understand, Scott’s paranoia makes you look laid back when it comes to being cautious.

/And he doesn’t like you./

Megabyte shrugged. /Yeah, I got that loud and clear./

/It’s not as though you like him very much at all either,/ Ami pointed out. /Which is a complete and total pain in my arse. My best friend and my boyfriend hate each other./

/We got off on the wrong foot, which might not have happened if I’d know all this other stuff about him./ Off of Ami’s look, he sighed. /Ok, maybe the whole jealousy thing would still have caused plenty of problems, but knowing that there was some sort of weird telepathic mumbo jumbo going on? Would have helped a lot./

“I know,” Ami whispered quietly. “And I did want to tell you. I never wanted to keep you intentionally in the dark, Megabyte.” She reached out and took his hand, /You do understand that I hated hurting you like that? That if there had been *any other* way, I would have taken it in a heartbeat?/

/I know./ Megabyte gave her hand a squeeze and then pulled her to him in a tight, friendly and completely platonic hug. /Water under the bridge, now okay?/

Hugging him back, Ami smiled. For the first time in days, she truly felt like her friendship with Megabyte was back where it needed to be. After a moment, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and stepped back, catching his gaze. /There is a wee bit more./

Megabyte sighed. “There always is.”

"We're going to be stuck here for at least six months."

Megabyte didn't ask how she knew that, maybe he assumed that she had gained some precognitive knowledge of everything. He raked his fingers through his hair, "Gonna miss your birthday and Christmas."
ext_12572: (George Bite Me!)

[George] Making an Exit (tag Carlos, open)

[identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com 2006-04-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
George wiggled her fingers in a goodbye as Ami gave her one last knowing look and then headed off toward the cookfire. It was nice to have a girlfriend to share things with. They hadn't had a chance to get into the kind of no-holds-barred post-game analysis that Daisy enjoyed. George wasn't sure whether Ami was interested in that level of intimacy. Hell, she wasn't sure she was.

On the other hand, sometimes thinking back on it, she thought she would burst if she couldn't share her excitement and enthusiasm with someone. Ami's warning to Carlos made her feel good, too.

Carlos said it wasn't just girls who got protective of their friends. George smiled at him. "So who do I need to watch out for, then?"

Before he could answer George saw Amanda and Zoe walk past and give Carlos a blatant once-over. George frowned at them. Then Amanda gave Carlos a wink. George bristled at her behavior, but before she could say anything Carlos turned and gave her a very enthusiastic kiss.

It took George by surprise, but she was thrilled by his reaction to the would-be sirens. She kissed him back as thoroughly as she could manage and was happy to hear one of them squeak unhappily.

"So how are you doing?" Carlos asked when they came up for air.

George leaned back, keeping her arms around Carlos' shoulders and let the excitement and lust Carlos provoked in her show on her face. "I'm good," she said. She turned her head lazily to look directly at Amanda and added, "Yeah, you wish, bitch."

[Carlos] Making an Exit (tag George, open)

[identity profile] undead-shot.livejournal.com 2006-04-24 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Carlos chuckled a little when George asked who she needed to watch out for. "Just my aunt, and she'll mostly be nagging me to make sure I treat you right. Kinda typical of her."

He didn't even bother acknowledging the pair of women. He'd never understood the vicious levels of sexual competition that some women got into just because they could. It annoyed him for George's sake, and for the presumption that he was essentially a pair of eyes attached to a sex drive.

George's flat statement to Amanda made him immediately have to hide a snickering fit in her hair. "We're both evil. You realize that, right?"
ext_12572: (George Smiling)

[George] Making an Exit (tag Carlos, open)

[identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com 2006-04-24 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
George watched Amanda stalk off in a huff. Zoe's scowl broke up and she looked like she was trying not to laugh. She gave George and Carlos a final glance and then followed Amanda.

George shifted her gaze to Carlos. "Of course," she said. "That's what makes it so perfect."

She looked around. "So--now what, kemo sabe?" George glanced down at Sweet Reason, lying in the sand where she'd dropped it when Carlos kissed her. "Skullcracking and Manhandling 101?"

[Carlos] Head-thwackin' 101 (tag George, open)

[identity profile] undead-shot.livejournal.com 2006-04-25 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm." He looked around. "Not too horribly hot yet. Yeah, sure, but let's find some shade."

The stand of mangroves nearest was way too muddy, so they settled for a couple of coconut palms nearish the bower that had been kitted out like a birthday cake the day Carlos arrived. Carlos knew she'd have to get used to the weight of the staff, so he laid the bamboo aside and showed her a few basic moves to practice. "You basically go pick up Stick at least twice a day, every day, extra when you're frustrated or pissed off. You go through these motions over and over again, and they get into your muscles. It becomes like a moving meditation after a while."

"These are all blocks?" George guessed, accurately.

"Yup. Absolute first thing you want to get into your reflexes. That and how to fall, but that's for another day.

"The thing about cane-fighting is, it's versatile. Most people who don't know much about how to fight with a length of wood want to grab it by one end and swing it like a baseball bat, but the problem is, that's tiring and slow. You have to grab it, bring it all the way up, bring it all the way around and hope your target doesn't rush you in the meantime.

"Better to be sneaky. LIke, for example, grabbing your stick-o-doom in both hands, arms shoulder width, and--" he demonstrated blocking blows from all sides. "Now, some guy tries to rush you from behind, you don't have to change your grip and swing on him. Just turn around and give him a hard tap in the solar plexus with the end. You'll have the whole force of your body pivoting behind it, and it's a lot faster than the club approach."

"So what happens if someone grabs the stick?"

Carlos grinned. "Then you let them hang onto it while you beat them with one leg, your free hand and whatever else is handy. Don't waste time struggling over a length of wood. You hit them hard enough and they'll let it go anyway."

OOC comment

[identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com 2006-04-25 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Cool! Cane-fighting sounds like an excellent skill for the non-fighter types. I can imagine several of the people in camp sparring for practice, blowing off steam, and just for the fun of it. Will Carlos hold lessons for everyone?

Re: OOC comment

[identity profile] undead-shot.livejournal.com 2006-04-25 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Carlos wants to bug Blaise about sparring anyway; he could happily offer to play teacher's aide for a segment. :)
ext_12572: (George Calm)

[George] Head-thwackin' 101 (tag Carlos, open)

[identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com 2006-04-25 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
George took the stick in both hands as Carlos had shown her and practiced the moves he'd shown her. It felt kind of awkward, and he was right that her first inclination was to hold the stick like a bat and swing it. Holding it the way Carlos showed her worked better.

She flailed at empty air with the stick for a minute before Carlos corrected her. He stepped up close behind her and put his hands on her hips. "Don't use your arms so much," he told her. "That will tire you out very quickly. Use your hips."

He leaned in close, adding, "I know you know how to do that, sweetheart." Then he was all business again. "Twist at the hips, turn your whole torso. That will generate a lot more power than using just your arms."

George worked at that for a few minutes before Carlos had her stand in front of one of the trees. "Try hitting the tree now," he said.

The lesson continued for a while. Carlos continued to correct her form, sometimes verbally, sometimes by touch. He threw in compliments or innuendo quite frequently; George enjoyed them, but by the end of the lesson she had begun to suspect that he meant them but he also used them to keep her entertained and paying attention. If so, it worked.

[Carlos] Head-thwackin' 101 (tag George, open)

[identity profile] undead-shot.livejournal.com 2006-04-25 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The Barbie Doll, with her little knot of friends down the beach, was watching them. Not very obviously and not with full intentness, but Carlos could tell. /What the heck is her story?/ he wondered, getting a little weirded out. /Besides that she thinks a silicone rack and a wink would drag me away from George when I was standing there with my arms around her?/ He turned his concentration back to the lesson, shaking his head. /I hope she's not crazy or something./

George was a quick learner, and she had some good upper body strength to work with. ("Yanking souls builds strong bodies!") But she was a little stiff through the waist, and needed to use the strength in her legs and hips more. He showed her (trying not to get TOO grabby, heh), using a baseball player's swing as his example. "You don't hit a ball out of the park on just arm and shoulder strength. That's why he stands sideways and turns in to the ball as it comes up." He stood behind her and helped her with positioning.

/Blondie's still popping her head up to look at us like a gopher out of the hole now and again./

"So what do you think so far?" he asked George after the session was over and they were cooling down with some water. "Besides that a swim would be nice?"




ext_12572: (George Smiling)

[George] Swimming (tag Carlos, open)

[identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com 2006-04-26 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
George looked at Carlos and smiled. Then she squinted out at the sea. The sun was well above the horizon now, but still dazzling. "I think going for a swim would be fun. I've never gone swimming in the ocean."

At Carlos' shocked look, George shrugged. "The ocean's too cold in the Pacific Northwest, and we've been too busy since we got here. My family always went to a cabin on a lake for vacations."

"I've gone wading out there a couple of times, but that's all. I'm game if you are!"

OOC: Perhaps we should start a new thread for their ocean adventures.

Re: [George] Swimming (tag Carlos, open)

[identity profile] undead-shot.livejournal.com 2006-04-26 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
OOC: Adventures? O.o

George: *swims out a bit far* Shit, I missed three of the drowners. Scuse me. *dives*

Oh, and btw, if you think George is going off into the woods without him....XD