[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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[Dean] Mirror, mirror on the wall (tag Sam, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 06:05 am (UTC)"Son-of-a-bitch." Sam said softly, shaking his head as he slowly started reappearing.
"Well, now. I sure *do* like to stand out." Dean responded with a smile as he got up from the floor. "I don't remember catching your name. Mine's Dean, Dean Winchester and that softly ethereal thing over there is my brother, Sam."
[Isabel] Hello (tag Dean, Sam, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 09:11 am (UTC)"Does this place have anywhere I can wash the sand out of my hair?"
[Dean0] Hello (tag Isabel, Sam, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 12:29 pm (UTC)Dean almost shot a glance at Faith at those words, but cuaght his head in mid turn. "Sure does. I know how that feels, too. We came in a puff of greasy smoke and burnt plastic. Took forever to wash out the smell." Dean shieled his mouth in a mock whisper. "Sam here's still trying, but we don't say anything. Let me show you the way. Ma'am?" he finished as he gestured her to head first down the hall. On the way past Sam, however, he did turn to look at him and grin.
[Isabel] Hello (tag Dean, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 12:55 pm (UTC)The other half of her remained her usual cautious self.
Still, she couldn't be cold to this guy now, it wouldn't look right. Maybe later. It wasn't until they'd parted at the women's bathroom - Isabel with a suitably friendly smile - that she realised she'd lost her wedding ring. In private she could afford to cry over that. What if Jesse was...
"Don't even think that, Isabel Evans!" she chided herself in the mirror, wiping tears away from her eyes. "He is not dead. You can find a way off this island and you can find Jesse and Max and Michael and the others."
She ran water and stripped, luxuriating in the shower as it washed the dirt off. It didn't do so much good for her clothes, but she'd learned how to spruce up her appearance with her powers years ago, and it was the work of moments to get rid of the more stubborn marks. She had to put the clothes back on damp, as drying them would have been far too much of a giveaway, but fortunately they weren't the kind which became transparent when wet. That would have made the situation with Dean absolutely impossible.
Feeling much better now that she was properly clean, Isabel opened the door to venture back to the cafeteria.
ooc: note
Date: 2006-08-27 01:18 pm (UTC)Re: ooc: note
Date: 2006-08-27 02:47 pm (UTC)(frozen) [Faith] Changing of the Guard (tag Isabel, Dean, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 03:12 pm (UTC)In order to get additional scrubs, Faith had to take the long way around, going by the locker area. She ducked in, threw on the scrubs, and worked on refolding the blanket as she walked to the women's shower.
She had mixed feelings upon seeing Dean escorting Isabel out of the kitchen. Not jealousy, because she wasn't attached to the guy, but somehow it smarted – she was supposed to be the one that jumped up and hopped onto the next conquest without even blinking; she was supposed to be the one leaving guys horny, hard and desperate in her wake. She was not supposed to watch them turn away as though she hadn't just given them an incredible fuck.
And she knew that she had.
Faith liked having the power, she liked being the one in control. Without it, she felt naked and adrift.
Faith did not like that feeling.
Her face was study in nonchalance though as she rounded the corner and walked leisurely towards Dean. "Hey, you've been relieved."
As she said the words and realized the situation, she groaned inwardly. She hoped he didn't think this was some possessive-clingy-girl thing, but whatever. Isabel's arrival and her conversation with Daniel had reminded her that despite seeming to be on their side -- and a really good lay -- Dean and his brother and Spidergirl were still unknowns.
Faith shrugged it off, she'd play it by ear. That always worked best for her anyway.
(frozen) [Sam, Locke] Back to business (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-27 04:00 pm (UTC)Sam looked around for a distraction; anything to keep his mind on the present. He strode over to Locke, who seemed quietly amused from the previous chaos. "Ready to see what sort of loot we've commandeered?"
"In a minute," the older man replied. He nodded in Daniel's direction. "Let's finish up this meeting first."
(frozen) Redirection
Date: 2006-08-27 04:16 pm (UTC)(frozen) [Dean] Changing of the Guard (tag Isabel, Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 05:08 pm (UTC)"Hey, you've been relieved."
His contemplation was interrupted by Faith's arrival. /Good grief./ was his initial reaction. /She just *had* to be the one to relieve me of the shower duty./ He was going to make some snide remark, but then quickly reconsidered. She was a great lay...there was still that.
So, Dean smiled a lopsided grin at Faith instead. "Took you long enough." Well, ok, that wasn't exactly what he wanted to say. So, he opened his mouth again to say something else and nothing came out. /Screw it./ he thought, and walked away looking for May. He hadn't really said hi to her all morning. He needed a Mayday fix. Dean smirked. He liked Faith's knickname for her. It somehow fit.
(frozen) [Isabel] Eek! (tag Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 05:09 pm (UTC)"Faith!" she exclaimed, looking around. "What happened to Dean? I was half expecting him to be lurking outside waiting to pounce on me." She shrugged. She could deal with Dean later.
"When George said... she said you're a vampire slayer? I thought she was joking, but after what happened in the cafeteria just now... this is a strange place."
(frozen) [Faith] Wet Clothes (tag Isabel, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 08:34 pm (UTC)The Slayer took a few moments to size Isabel up. Her Slayer senses weren't going tingly, but that only meant that the woman wasn't a vampire or an immediate threat. She was still an unknown and showing up out of nowhere like she did, claiming to be a survivor from a shipwreck, right in the middle of what was going on, wasn't going to win her any prizes or lack of suspicion.
(frozen) [Isabel] Wet is not the new dry (tag Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 09:03 pm (UTC)"Well I could go outside and let the sun dry me off," Isabel said, "but maybe I should try a set of scrubs while these dry." She took them from Faith and returned to the privacy of the bathroom long enough to change. She emerged with a damp bundle of clothes.
"I don't suppose there's a dryer here, is there?" She smiled. "I'd like to thank you, Faith. You've been helpful and kind to a total stranger when you could have assumed I was a threat. I've heard enough chatter to know that not everyone on this island is friendly. I appreciate your trust."
(frozen) Redirect
Date: 2006-08-27 09:29 pm (UTC)OOC laughter
Date: 2006-08-27 03:31 pm (UTC)ROTFL!