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crossing_lostrp“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."
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."
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[George] Head-thwackin' 101 (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-04-25 09:48 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-04-25 10:31 pm (UTC)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?"
[George] Swimming (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-04-26 01:15 am (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-04-26 04:10 am (UTC)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