[Daniel] Day 20: Debriefing (open tag)

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Daniel waited quietly, going over the notes in front of him, while waiting for everyone to have some breakfast and get on the same page. The notes were simply a way to organize his thoughts and a list of questions he wanted to ask, systems that needed to be investigated, observations that he'd made about the prisoners and the facility.

"Okay then, I'm not seeing any dusty rocks so what do you –" Jon leaned over his shoulder to peer at the writing and stopped in mid-sentence. "Do you do anything the normal way, ever, Daniel?"

"What's the problem, Jon? Not up on your Gaelic?"

"You're writing notes in Gaelic. If I ask why are you going to tell? You know without boring me to death before I'm actually legally old enough to drink?"

"It's a precaution," Daniel explained. "Our friends here, and I do use the term friends quite lightly, have access to –" Daniel paused, then decided that there was really no point in not saying it aloud, "—Ancient technology. They might be able to read it.

"I thought about all the other languages, but didn't want to chance that they knew one of those."

"Right. Makes perfect sense," Jon rolled his eyes. He kicked out a chair and dropped into it. "So, what's the big game plan? Interrogation? Torture? Throw them to the smoke monster?"

"Sounds good to me," someone muttered.

"It looks like we're all present and accounted for," Daniel looked up at those assembled and smirked at Dean balancing two plates of food. That seemed awfully domestic for Faith, but he could be wrong. "At least all of us whom are going to be present and accounted for.

"Let's get down to it, then."

"What are we doing with them?" Damon asked. The red head didn't have to point out which them he referred to.

"Before discussing the prisoners, I'd like to go over a few other things. This is the easy stuff." Daniel looked at Rodney and then the Doctor and gave them both a nod. "The Doctor and Rodney spent a lot of time working with the start you gave us, Damon. This entire complex is under our control now and completely separate from any other systems that these DHARMA people might have or do have running.

"That doesn't mean that we can let our guard down. It's entirely possible that they are planning a counterstrike. We do have several of their people, and I'm sure that they'll want them back. We'll keep the outside guard rotations at night. The cameras do have a lens to shift to night vision and we can engage the perimeter lights if we chose to do so.

"This place has food and supplies, but we don't know what or how much. Someone, probably several someones, are going to need to take stock of what's in the pantry, what's in the storeroom and what's in the kitchen. Also, I'll see if Dr. Pierson can't take stock of the medical supplies, particularly the drugs that we might need."

No one interrupted to ask why he hadn't chosen House.

"Preliminary checks and a bed count reveal that this facility sleeps 22. I'm not going to assign rooms. We're all adults, and I'm sure you can figure it out. There are twenty beds. There are a limited number of rooms. Some of you are going to be roomies, if you want to have a roof over your head. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

"In addition to inventory, someone is going to need to go back to the garden, the tunnel, the Beach Camp and Camp Serenity, to brief them on the situation here. We have a jeep, which won't be as fast as the other methods of transport available to us, but a jeep won't physically tire anyone out."

"A jeep that has to go in two different directions. That's going to take time," Damon pointed out. "Whichever way the jeep doesn't go, I will." He didn't elaborate. He also didn't sound happy about volunteering. Given his preoccupation with finding Claire and being with Claire, Daniel wasn't surprised.

"Let's not jump the gun, Damon. We'll see what we need," Daniel said quietly, giving the other man a sympathetic nod. "Last but not least, we have the prisoners. Some of them got away, and chances are that the ones who escaped will come for their people. We need to be prepared, and before we decide what to do with them, we need to find out a lot more about them."

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[George] Hey, Check Out the New Girl (open tag)

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"That you know of," George said acidly. (Way to tempt fate, McKay,) she thought. "Nobody's tried to leave the island yet. For all we know, if somebody tries to sail away Rover will come along to stop 'em."

George turned to take a look at Isabel, to see how she was dealing with all the strangers staring at her--and noticed Blaise. He'd been sitting at a table in the corner. Now he was standing, staring at Isabel with an odd expression.

Before George could identify his reaction he gave his head a little shake and sat down again, muttering to himself. Blaise focused on his plate, picking up his fork and resuming his meal.

George watched him for a moment longer, wondering what that was about. Blaise glanced up at Isabel once more, then concentrated on eating again.

[Blaise] Hey, Check Out the New Girl (open tag)

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Blaise glanced up from under his brow for a moment, then lowered his eyes again. He picked up a piece of bacon and ate it. He shook his head slightly.

(Damn,) he thought. He'd been shocked when Faith's whistle caught his attention and he'd looked up. For a moment he thought that Lily--his Lily--had somehow turned up on the island. Torn by conflicting emotions, he'd leaped to his feet; thrilled to see his wife again, but angry and frightened by the thought that she'd somehow been dragged into this mess.

But Faith introduced her as Isabel and on closer inspection, she wasn't Lily. The resemblance was remarkable, but it was only a strong resemblance. She might have been Lily's sister, but not her identical twin. Still, it was a painful reminder of how much he missed her.

[Isabel] This is worse than Show and Tell (open tag)

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Isabel surveyed the room, admitting to herself that she hadn't expected there to be so many people. What was going on here? A more disparate group she couldn't have imagined. The man who looked like he was leading the briefing, bespectacled and looking at her curiously, was kind of cute, but looked irritated to be distracted by her arrival.

Most of the others were also looking at her curiously; she didn't really hear Faith introduce her. There was definitely something extremely odd about these people. A strange feeling about some of them, but no two quite the same. Most of them wildly disparate, like a badly-chosen collage. She managed a brief, shy smile.

"Hi," she said. Her stomach rumbled again; the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee was much stronger in here, and her eyes soon found its source - an evidently much-diminished pile of cooked bacon, and a large pot of strong coffee. "Can we leave why I'm here until after breakfast?"

[Dean] This is worse than Show and Tell (tag May, open)

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Dean looked at the gorgeous blonde next to Faith and George. Whoever or whatever was doing this certainly had great tastes in women. He casts a sidelong glance at Sam who was also scrutinizing the woman. Sam glanced at Dean and shrugged ever so slightly as if to indicate, 'nope, got nuthin'.

Next he looked at May to see if her senses were telling her anything.

[Tara] Sorry, guys (tag open)

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They heard it as a low rumble, barely audible. Those with lower ranges to their hearing heard it first. Those with psychic abilities also 'heard' something over that link, and felt Tara's plight. The sound/feeling wasn't annoying or painful in itself, just a low building sound barely in their range of hearing. It slowly built up to a small crescendo over a few seconds and then erupted as a small sound wave that physically buffeted everyone in the cafeteria. It felt like a gust of wind, and for Aiden, Blaise, and Locke, they saw again the familiar color patterns like the first time her magic burst at the cockpit. Everyone held their breath to see if anything worse would happen, then most everyone started busting out laughing because:

Dean's hair was pink.
Blaise had grown VERY bushy eyebrows.
Aiden was soaking wet.
May was covered in some weird sticky stringy substance that was glittery purple.
Faith lost her clothes (couldn't resist that one).
The Doctor and Rose were floating.
Ripley's skin was green and yellow (hey, great camoflauge).
Every time Molly spoke, it sounded very musical and you couldn't understand what she was saying.
Daniel couldn't touch anything.
Rodney couldn't talk (yeah, definitely couldn't resist that one)
Sam and Scott both had disappeared (you are invisible)
Damon had passed out (sorry Damon, you and her are still too linked to get away safely. but you aren't hurt, just still not recovered enough from what she did to you to handle what just happened)
Isabel looked disheveled, covered in sand, saltwater and debris as when she just arrived.

ooc: just having some fun. If I missed anyone in attendance, feel free to invent a side affect. Molly, you will also think that since you heal through connection to the earth, and she's absorbed so much of you, that she might heal better outside the same way you would. As for absorbing your energy back, yes, it would help at least keep the discharges at bay until she can heal a little more.

[Mayday] Sorry, guys (tag open)

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OOC: For the purposes of actually posting this, most of this post happens about a second BEFORE Tara's magical explosion.

May had gotten out of her seat when Aiden came in, and was studying the blonde curiously. She wasn't picking up any danger, but of course, she wouldn't pick any up until the person was actually going to be hostile. She could still be a plant for the bad guys or something, just not out to do anything bad right this second.

Then again, given the way she, Dean and Sam had showed up on the island, she really had no right to be suspicious about Isabel just showing up too. Besides, at first glance, Isabel reminded her a bit of Felicity Hardy. She noticed Dean looking at her and shook her head. When Isabel's stomach growled, May grinned and pulled some more eggs out of the fridge. Between Aiden and Isabel, it was probably a good idea to make more. "I'll just make some more eggs."

As she put the skillet on the burner, however, her spider-sense suddenly went OFF - not from Isabel, but from down the hall and suddenly all around them. Then the wave hit, causing her to stumble back a step or two from the stove.

When she opened her eyes again, she realized it was probably good that she had. "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding," May muttered, yanking her arm away from her side and glaring at the glittery purple stuff stuck all over it. "Okay, maybe I'm not going to be cooking right this second. Yuck."

She looked around, taking in the general weirdness, but one detail really stood out.

Dean had pink hair.

That alone was enough to make her laugh hysterically.

[Daniel] Sorry, guys (tag open)

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Daniel frowned. He was tired, he felt rushed and there were too many things that had to be attended to and they had to be attended to yesterday. First the arrival of yet another castaway who may or may not be hostile, and now this whatever the hell this was.

"Is this Tara's doing?" Daniel asked in a very quiet voice. It had an edge to it that was indescribable and different from anything most had heard before. Jon, however looked up and gave him a far too familiar 'What's the issue?' glance. Although to look at Jon's scowl, he knew precisely what the issue was.

Molly said something, or tried to say something. Her words came out garbled and melodious. She tried twice more and then, throwing her hands up in frustration, made a writing motion.

Daniel nodded in understanding, listening to the babble of voices around him, but mostly tuning them out. He reached for the pen and paper near his hand, and swore colorfully in several languages as his hand went through the pen, the pad and the table.

"You'll need to come get them yourself," Daniel said, mostly relieved to see that Molly could hear him and see him and that he wasn't having another experience with non-corporealness or other dimensions that resulted in not being seen and heard.

"Fascinating," the Doctor said.

"Oh yes, quite fascinating," Daniel agreed dryly, earning another look from Jon. "Next we can all swap bodies or turn into giant bugs."

Jon half-smirked.

Molly finished scribbling and handed the paper to Daniel. He peered down to read it, Don't blame her. It's her magic discharging. She can't control it.

"I don't blame her. I blame this island, but it is another element of the out of control and the unknown that we don't need to deal with right now," Daniel explained. He motioned to the Doctor and Rodney, "New priority. Find a way to shield Tara so that she can't touch the rest of us or even the rest of this place with her discharges. Make her room into a Faraday cage, build her grounding rods that pour her energy back into the earth. I don't know, but this *has* to stop.

"I know that you're used to working with technology, but the next thing may be the control room exploding or someone turning inside out, so please, Rodney, Doctor, figure something out. An hour ago. Anyone with any knowledge or magical ability, please help them."

In the corner of the room, someone whimpered and whined miserably.

[Isabel] Sorry, guys (tag open)

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Isabel felt a vague warning sensation mere moments before the change washed over the room. It was quite unlike anything Isabel had encountered before, something which she could feel crawling around her as it swept by, leaving a man and a woman floating in the air, and another man with pink hair. Various other alterations appeared to have affected the others, but when Isabel looked down at herself she found she was exactly as she had been.

"What..."

She listened to the others, making no more sense out of the woman who seemed to have lost the ability to speak coherently than anybody else. Somebody called Tara was responsible? She turned to Faith, only then noticing that the woman was naked.

"Wha- who's Tara?" she asked.

[Faith] Clothes Can Wait (tag Sam, Scott, Isabel, open)

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"Tara's our resident witch," Faith supplied, looking around the room half-amused and half-wary. Yes, this was minor and in most cases it was pretty funny -- except the absence of Scott and Dean's brother, *that* was not funny. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she really hoped that it was some kind of illusion, like the one that made Jon look like he was about fifty - a damn hot fifty, but fifty anyway.

And Damon was down too; down was never good.

"Her witchy-foo is a bit screwed up right now though," Faith continued. She watched Ripley anchor the Doctor and Rose, her skin a brilliantly wonderful camouflage.

"Um...Faith..."

She tilted her head curiously towards Daniel and waited for him to finish. "Yeah?"

Daniel astutely avoiding looking anywhere but her eyes. And he was blushing. "Could you put some clothes on, please?"

Faith looked down. "Well, that explains the draft. And seriously, right now, I think we got some bigger problems than my goodies on display.

"Aside from the obvious?" Daniel prompted.

"Yeah. Two men missing." Faith looked around and raised her voice. "Yo, Scotty, Sam, you here anywhere?"

She really hoped the answer was yes.

[Isabel] Breakfast can't (tag open)

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"A witch, huh?" Isabel shrugged. Something strange was clearly going on here, and although what had just happened seemed within the possibilities for an exceptionally strong alien - or several, as Nasedo certainly couldn't have done this all at once - the claimed abundance of supernatural people here lent credence to the idea of witches.

Driven by her stomach, Isabel made her way to the last of the cooked bacon and loaded some onto a plate with some bread, and poured herself a cup of coffee. It was all getting cold, but she heated it as her hand passed over the plate on the way to pick up the coffee mug, which she warmed as she held it and sat down to eat. Everything had the characteristic tang imparted by using her powers to heat food, but at least it was hot and filling.

[Dean] Clothes Can Wait (tag open)

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He couldn't figure out why May was laughing hysterically at him, and was also distracted by Faith when he realized that Sam was not around. "Sam. SAM. SAMMY!" This was not good. Dean was not a happy camper. "It that...witch...hurt my brother..." he let the threat trail off as he reached for the book that was where Sam was sitting.

[Scott] Clothes Can Wait (tag Faith, open)

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Scott was staring around the room, half amused and half horrified, when Faith shouted for him and Sam. Sure enough, Sam had seemingly vanished. "Right here, Faith," Scott hollered over the din. Then his jaw hit the ground. Faith was naked. Every inch of her toned, voluptuous body was on display.

He couldn't stop staring. Something was wrong and unease nagged at him, but Scott still couldn't tear his eyes away from Faith.

(Ami's gonna kill me. Or maybe Faith.) Then his traitorous brain conjured the image of both women, stark naked, lunging for him. He wimpered.

The strange sight of Dean wrestling nothing to the table and Damon slumped unconscious in his chair broke Scott's distraction. "Sam, Sam? Invisible?" the pink-haired young man said incredulously.

Scott felt his eyes go wide. He raised his hand in front of his face and saw... nothing. Nada. "Fuck me," he moaned. That reminded him of Faith, which reminded him of Ami-- /Ami!/ She was the source of the unease.

Scott jumped out his chair, shoving past the people in his way but coudln't see him to rush over to his wife.

To be continued shortly...

[McKay] Sorry, guys (tag Daniel, Doctor, open)

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See, now, new blonde wasn't such a bad thing. Not bad to look at, and with women, that was the most important thing, right? Well, it was in McKay's book. Rising slightly to make room for any chair that might be added to the table next to him, he still, after all, has some modicum of manners for someone he may want to be able to impress, he went to introduce himself, but nothing came out. Or did he go de-- No. He can hear. Just not himself...

Whoa. Now.. um.. wow. Faith? Faith! Staring at the woman, his jaw drops open and he pauses in mid-rise. It takes a full minute before he tries to regain some modicum of ability to move, and shaking his head, tries again, stammeringly. Thankfully, nothing comes out. The expression on his face, however, is.. fleeting panic as he begins to realize the import, if only momentarily afflicted.

His eyes widened. Anything that pulled control over his own body, his own senses was nothing for him to laugh at. The flicker of panic passed, however, and looking around once more, he picked up the conversations. Tara?

There came a moment when he tried again, and again, nothing. That's when he began to notice the other things.. (having to tear his gaze away from the hot blondes) the green hair, the... General O'Neill... General.

Power to the room.
Right.
He can do that, and apparently, it's becoming a priority. Instead of sitting once again, McKay is once more on his feet, and taking up his coffee mug, exhaled in a silent sigh (one that /would/ have been dramatically audible /if/ he could be heard).

"Right. The power." Taking a step towards Daniel, he picks up the pen that the other PhD can't, and scrawls on the corner of the paper, "Looking into the power. Tara's first. Dampener. Anything."

[Doctor] Back to normal.... sort of (open)

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Whatever was going on, it dissapeared in less than two minutes. If Ripley hadn't been holding both he and Rose to the ground, they'd have likely fallen. As it was Ripley's new green and yellow complexion faded away.

"Thanks." He muttered to Ripley and checked on Rose, who looked ready to lose all she had managed to eat.

"It's over," he held her hand.

"I know. Just never did much take to weightlessness, ya know."

The Doctor grinned. "That wasn't quite weightlessness. Didn't feel like falling."

They were standing up now, and the Doctor made sure Rose was looked after before he went to check on Ami, who was not dealing so well. Luckily, Scott had suddenly blinked into existance... or vision, as the madness ended.

"Ami?" The Doctor could hear the other woman's distress. "Ami, can you hear me? Can you touch on your connection to Scott? Feel him, and what he represents?" He looked briefly towards Scott. "I don't want to have to give her a sedative excapt as a very last resort. She's had enough drugs forced on her."

[Scott] Back to normal.... sort of (open)

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Scott opened his eyes to find the Doctor standing (as opposed to floating) beside him, Ami looking her age, and himself visible again. He breathed a sigh of relief. "She's calming down, Doctor," he assured the Time Lord. "She can sense me." Scott glanced around. There didn't seem to be any ill effects from the bizarre magical outburst. "I'll stay here a little longer until Ami's sleeping soundly again."

[Molly] Oh crap... (open)

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Molly was looking at the new girl with suspicion. After all, they had just taken this place. The chances of a new arival being benign were not favorable. At least not until they cleared the walking lie detector and the security people.

Then the wave hit. It felt like a strong static charge to Molly, hitting like a wave. Imediately there were shouts and cries of disgust, outrage, anger and apparently laughter.

Rose was flailing and lifting up from her chair. The Doctor had been holding her hand and tried to pull her back, but he was starting to drift upwards to, a look of suprise on his face that would have been funny if he didn't immediatly look worried then angry. He was very frightening when he was angry.

Ripley, who looked like she'd fallen into a paint spill, had vaulted over the table and managed to grab both of them and was pulling them back downward. She had amazing reflexes.

The rest of the room was in chaos as well.

"Oh Daana... Tara." Molly looked wildly about.

Okay, Dean's hair was funny. Rodney's mouth was flapping and as far as she could tell, she wasn't hearing him babble. Daniel was trying to gain some semblance of control of the situation and calm everyone down.

May was looking like a glittery purple swamp thing.

"I'm going to check on Tara." Molly turned to Scott, but he was missing.

Jon was looking at his hands with his mouth hanging open. Molly gawped. He was... the guy in the photo. He looked in his late fourties, early fifties. But his clothing all fit. She reached out and touched his hair. No, not short and military cut as it appeared but longer and fuller.

"It's an illusion. Not real." She tried to assure him.

"You're singing... er... not speaking English." He looked at her somewhat amused.

Nice recovery time.

Molly turned and ran out the door. Her sneakers squeeked against the floor as she turned into the room she had shared with Tara last night. Tara was in a hospital bed, with an IV line keeping her hydrated. She looked pale and worn and as burned out as Molly felt.

Okay, no time like now.

Molly took Tara's innert hand and concentrated. She opened herself, like she did when a storm, or powerful natural event occured, and instead of mentally pushing... she PULLED.

She felt it. A tide of magic flowing up from Tara, through her own hands, which BURNED from the surge, arcing up her arms in flooding her body. The magic was glorious, filling her, energizing her cells, enhancing her senses, and throwing her into an excruciating wave of agony and extacyall at once.

Her body jerked and she cried out before crumpling to the ground, unconscious. But her color had returned. Her hair was bright and vibrent again, and she actually seemed to glow from within.

[Mayday] Oh crap... (open)

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The moment of hysteria passed quickly - Dean's hair was damned funny, but this was insane. Damon was down, Scott and Sam were missing, Daniel couldn't touch things, Rodney couldn't talk (well, that wasn't so alarming), Jon appeared to have aged at least thirty years in one second, Ripley was trying to keep the Doctor and Rose from floating away, and Faith was naked. Not that Faith probably cared about that last one. The new girl looked totally bewildered, and May couldn't blame her one bit.

She tried to follow Molly, but was sticking to the floor. "Damn it!" It was like one of her own web-shooters had been discharged all over her. But like the webbing, she could tear free of it.

With an irritated growl, she ripped away as much as she could from her feet and hands, using the wall to peel the stuff off her hands, in order to at least be able to move again. With that, she hurried out the door after Molly, tearing off pieces of sticky stuff as she went.

OOC: So WILL Molly's absorption undo the weirdness? Or is it only going to last a few minutes? Need to go get the laundry now...

[Mayday] Oh crap, continued... (tag open)

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She wouldn't have gone after Molly if the magic discharge hadn't set off her senses, and even though Molly knew more about it than anyone, May didn't doubt that she might be in danger too.

May raced down the corridor, the purple sticky crap falling off as she went. As she threw open to the west wing, the air suddenly came alive with energy. She ignored the flicker of danger, not noticing that all the purple stuff remaining crumbled into dust as she came around the corner to see Molly passed out on the floor, out cold.

She knelt down beside the other girl, checking her vital signs. Pulse was steady, breathing was good. Actually, Molly looked a lot better than she had earlier, but she was still nonresponsive. As May checked the other woman's vitals, she noticed that the hair had fallen back from one ear. She blinked in surprise at the pointed ear, suddenly remembering Molly's tendency to always pat at her hair and keep it around her face. Even when it seemed to be getting in the way, she'd never pulled it back.

May gently brushed a lock of Molly's hair back over the other girl's ear as she heard footsteps in the hall behind her.

OOC:

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Love it. I was half tempted to put in the post that Molly's ears are revealed when her hair falls back. LOL. GMTA.

When she wakes up, Molly's really gonna feel bad about the wound looking worse in retrospect.

[Chris] Oh crap, continued... (tag open)

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It occurred to Chris that he probably wanted to get out there and do something about Molly and Tara.

He jogged up to May, one of the new arrivals, and then tried to see if he could sense anything from Molly on the pretense of checking her pulse. He did the same for Tara. "I think they're all right," he said, though something felt terribly wrong for both. "Let's get them out of this hallway and into someplace a bit quieter.

If he could hide them and make May go away, he might be able to cast a spell....

OOC: Continuity Flow

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I'm not going to fix Daniel's. It'll disrupt the thread too much. We'll just pretend that Molly ran to help Tara after telling Daniel that it was Tara's magic and he made his statement?

Re: OOC: Continuity Flow

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Tara's chest wound is back to what it once was. Molly's magic were keeping it in check. But the same rule applies. She just needs to heal.

That's fine with me.

[Tara] Oh crap... (tag psychics, open)

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Tara didn't think she'd be able to ride this wave of pain any more. She couldn't handle the sheer unrelenting agony. She felt that it would just be better if she gave up, slipped away, rested her soul. So, she began to do just that. It felt good.

However, suddenly, she felt another soul, a connection that was strong and powerful and full of love. It somehow rose up through the anquish and mixture of all the other powerful emotions and souls she was feeling. It became unique, identifiable, and absolutely beautiful. It became Molly.

Molly smiled at her and reached out and somehow pulled all the pain and anguish away from her. Pulled it out of her nerves, her heart, her soul. Tara was glad to see it go. She was in too much pain to understand what was going on, but she knew instinctively that what she had belonged to Molly. Tara needed to return what she had borrowed.

Once done, Tara still hurt, she still felt empty, but she knew she could rest easy now, at least for the moment. So, Tara rested easy and sank into unconscious slumber.

[Molly] Oh crap... (tag May, Tara, psychics, open)

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Molly felt, for those terrible and glorious seconds, a union of sorts. A blending along a connection she had somehow formed with Tara and had not recognized it. It was not physical, like much of Molly's reaction had been. But the brightness and awareness of two souls touching.

Tara's soul was young, fresh, and brilliant with love and a kind of grounded serenity that usually only came from age, or suffering. But it was also a thick, heavy thing, not in any way bad, but so different in 'texture' from that of the Sidhe.

Molly could sense a fluttering awareness of some of herself... and another.... flavoring that contact. Not Tara's own, but an afterimage temporarily burned there.

Surrounded by the darkness, not quite conscious, Molly was able to realize why Tara's Magic was misfiring. It hadn't been just the strength of it. It had been because part of it had been Molly's.

Iron, any ferrous metal had a way of warping, twisting the magic of the Sidhe. Some elves had learned exactly how this worked so they could send a levan blast backward and hit an enemy in front of them as it arced drawn by the death metal. But draw it the iron would.

Within the walls of this bunker were steel girders, struts and supports.

It was a miracle Tara had not burnt out, or that the magic had not warped into anything truly dangerous.

But there was still something wrong. Molly had felt it so briefly. Something the non-human source of the magic coudl not explain.

Laying on the floor of the room, imperceptibly glowing under the overhead lights, Molly was lost totally to the darkness of unconsciousness. And thus, unaware that her hair formed a curling copper halo about her head, and revealed one delicately pointed ear.

(OOC: Lucky May found her. If Rodney had he might think she is somehow related to Sheppard. ::snerk::))

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Chris showed up to help and they're getting Molly settled this way. (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/96120.html?thread=3190904#t3190904)