[Daniel] Day 20: Debriefing (open tag)
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crossing_lostrpDaniel 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."
"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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[Molly] Oh crap... (open)
Date: 2006-08-26 01:54 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-08-26 02:25 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-08-26 04:17 pm (UTC)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:
Date: 2006-08-26 07:46 pm (UTC)When she wakes up, Molly's really gonna feel bad about the wound looking worse in retrospect.
[Chris] Oh crap, continued... (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-27 12:38 am (UTC)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....
[Mayday] Magic and mayhem and moving (tag Chris, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 03:38 am (UTC)She hesitated, looking down at Molly, who was breathing fine, but still glowing. After a moment's debate, May decided that if anything else discharged, she might as well take the brunt of it. Carefully, she lifted Molly up - the redhead was surprisingly light - and carried her back into the room, gently setting her down on the bottom bunk and quickly making sure her ears were still covered. Secret-spilling aside, Molly had taken pains to cover this particular secret up and she had to respect that.
Once Molly was settled, May checked herself over, then took another look at her two unconscious roommates. She had no side-effects, both women had steady pulses, but Molly was still glowing faintly.
Tara, at least, was sleeping peacefully; whatever Molly had done seemed to have stopped the discharging. The air was no longer crackling with energy, and the threat of the discharges that had woken them two or three times in the night had faded.
She turned back to Chris. "I don't think any of the doctors here are going to be any help, and some people back there were irrationally ticked off about this. Unless you know anything about magic, I don't know what we're going to do."
OOC: Bed now. Four-year-old tornado has worn me out. :)
[Chris] Magic and mayhem and moving (tag Mayday, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 02:47 pm (UTC)[Mayday] Magic and mayhem and damn paranoid people (tag Chris)
Date: 2006-08-27 03:31 pm (UTC)She glanced out in the hallway. "It's clear right now. If you're going to try something, go ahead."
Chris didn't move. "Uh, do you mind?"
May blinked and turned to stare at Chris incredulously. "Excuse me?"
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Date: 2006-08-28 12:30 am (UTC)Re: OOC MIA
Date: 2006-08-27 11:08 pm (UTC)OOC: Continuity Flow
Date: 2006-08-26 04:01 pm (UTC)Re: OOC: Continuity Flow
Date: 2006-08-26 06:39 pm (UTC)That's fine with me.
[Tara] Oh crap... (tag psychics, open)
Date: 2006-08-26 08:42 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-08-26 11:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2006-08-27 03:41 am (UTC)ooc: kewl
Date: 2006-08-27 12:34 pm (UTC)