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crossing_lostrpWho: Captain Jack Harkness
Where: Camp Serenity
When: 20, Mid-morning
Invited: River, Dana Scully, Danielle, open
Status: Complete
((OOC: anyone else find it amusing River ended up at Camp SERENITY?))
Jack was starting to seriously worry. Adam Pierson was missing. He hadn’t been at camp when Chris had dropped Jack off. Carlos said he was going ‘exploring’. But surely the man hadn’t planned to disappear overnight.
Mara was painting the tent they had available. It was actually rather beautiful, though it would never win any stealth or camouflage competitions.
She had been amazingly better since he’d placed the psychic buffer necklace on her. It was ‘quiet’ she had reveled in not hearing or feeling anything that wasn’t her own. She’d actually started coming out of her shell.
“He could be hurt, or dead. There are traps all over the place according to Ripley.” Jack was telling Carlos.
He was sent her to provide firepower to protect this small camp. Carlos had the military training to be an effect guard, but no weapons but a knife and spear. Tommy Whitehorse was making a bow and arrows, but the bow making took time.
“I hate this. I can’t leave this camp undefended, but we could have a man down out there.”
Where: Camp Serenity
When: 20, Mid-morning
Invited: River, Dana Scully, Danielle, open
Status: Complete
((OOC: anyone else find it amusing River ended up at Camp SERENITY?))
Jack was starting to seriously worry. Adam Pierson was missing. He hadn’t been at camp when Chris had dropped Jack off. Carlos said he was going ‘exploring’. But surely the man hadn’t planned to disappear overnight.
Mara was painting the tent they had available. It was actually rather beautiful, though it would never win any stealth or camouflage competitions.
She had been amazingly better since he’d placed the psychic buffer necklace on her. It was ‘quiet’ she had reveled in not hearing or feeling anything that wasn’t her own. She’d actually started coming out of her shell.
“He could be hurt, or dead. There are traps all over the place according to Ripley.” Jack was telling Carlos.
He was sent her to provide firepower to protect this small camp. Carlos had the military training to be an effect guard, but no weapons but a knife and spear. Tommy Whitehorse was making a bow and arrows, but the bow making took time.
“I hate this. I can’t leave this camp undefended, but we could have a man down out there.”
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[River]
Date: 2006-08-27 04:44 pm (UTC)"If you require assistance, you might find me useful," she offered, approaching the others at the camp.
Re: [River]
Date: 2006-08-27 09:59 pm (UTC)There was the usual flirtation and innuendo, but no real intent. Jack had some standards, though they were few, and children were one of the few things he considered off limits. Give River a year or two, though, and he'd be more than happy to try harder.
"Okay, you stay near me, because losing another person is not the way to go here. Carlos, you think you can watch over Mara?" Jack was tempted to leave the other soldier his blaster, but he'd likely not know how to use it.
"Yeah, we're fine. Stick to the paths I've shown you in and out." Carlos warned.
Yeah, the ex-soldier had rigged booby traps and tripwires of their own. They'd have warning if anyone approached, anyway.
"Right." Jack waved to Mara, who grinned and waved beck, before returning to painting the tent.
Orrie whined a little, so Jack bent and gave the pup a few pets in reassurance.
"Come-on, kid. Any chance you can... feel him out or something?" Jack asked as they followed one of the safe paths out of the camp.
[River]
Date: 2006-08-29 12:07 am (UTC)River followed along, her eyes tracking the flights of birds and listening to the sounds of the jungle. It wasn't quiet, but it wasn't people noise. Didn't get much of this out in the black or out in the rim.
Pleasant.
Too bad about all the dark and bad things too.
"It doesn't work like that. And he doesn't make much noise. Just static," River supplied.
[Jack]
Date: 2006-08-29 11:12 am (UTC)They'd been tracking for hours by now. Jack was profoundly grateful that Doctor Pierson hadn't been trying to hide his trail. He wasn't that great at tracking.
The first sign of trouble was the obvious ripping up of small underbrush. There was a tripwire. Looking around Jack found the slack rope from a released trap, and spots of blood.
"Crap. Looks like the good doctor got himself into trouble."
no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 10:21 pm (UTC)"You have teeth missing from your smile. You applied your own Novocain, and became numb, until they made you care, the wanderer and the wolf. Then the numbness was gone and you were bleeding through the gaps. You wanted in, and got turned inside out. Doesn’t matter. Lonely boy can’t fill the empty wound with grains of sand. Little moments of joy so fleeting while they run through the hourglass. Need a rock to fill the hollow. A thing of substance and weight."
She pointed in the direction of some obvious drag marks. “That way.”
“Uh… yeah. Okay.” Jack was left running his hand through his hair. He was pretty sure she hadn’t just been babbling. Kinda felt like she was saying something profound, but damned if he could figure it out.
“Bemusement is customary. Evasion of what you cannot comprehend is human nature.” River followed behind Jack.
“Hey, I don’t evade. I like figuring out puzzles.” The trail lead to a crevasse, with rocks below and a strong scent of blood and alcohol.
“Except when the pieces are missing. My pieces are missing too. Incomplete. Is the puzzle a woman or a weapon when finished?” She looked down where Jack was looking. “The human body contains approximately five point six liters of blood. There is about two point five liters down there factoring in ground absorption, dehydration and likely seeping between cracks. Survivability is doubtful.”
“Yeah, but whose blood is it? I hope it isn’t Doc Pierson’s. Could be an animal. And where’s the body?” Jack was trying to track and suss out River’s strange way of talking. “There, rope was dragged over that edge, see where bits got stuck in the dirt and cracks in the rock.”
They followed the trail till they were almost to the beach.
[Scully] Confusion
Date: 2006-08-31 01:25 am (UTC)She had awoken in a jungle, thoroughly disoriented. She began checking off things she knew: her name was Dana Scully; she was an agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation; she had been flying home from Sydney when the airplane she’d been in tore itself in half.
The last realization made her sit upright, a hand flying to her head. The crash! Where was she? She frowned, and began to take inventory on herself. She was wearing the clothes she’d had on the flight, but something was decidedly not right. To say she didn’t have a scratch on her would be wrong, as she in fact had several cuts and bruises. But they were all crusted over and one laceration on the palm of her hand appeared to have been stitched. No thread remained in it, but she’d had stitches enough times in her life to know what it looked like after the fact.
Scully got to her feet, feeling dizzy and desperately thirsty. How long had it been since the crash? And who had cleaned her wounds yet left her out in the middle of nowhere? There must’ve been other survivors, but no one was in sight. She wondered if Mulder was around somewhere, a pang of emotion shimmering for a moment on her face.
The sound of someone moving towards her kicked her feelings aside for instinct. She wiped her eyes and did what she could to hide away from whoever approached. Thankful for the green suit she’d been wearing on the plane, she blended in as best she could as a man and a girl passed her by, coming from where and going towards what she didn’t know. But she wanted some answers.
She felt for her shoulder holster and found it had been removed. Damn it, she grumbled mentally, hating to proceed without a weapon. But if these two were fellow survivors, they might be able to tell her how long ago the crash had been and give her a clue as to why she was missing all of that time.
As quietly as she could, she trailed along behind the pair, the sound of water growing steadily louder as they continued in one direction.
[Jack/River] Confusion and more confusion
Date: 2006-08-31 02:26 am (UTC)"Yeah, I got that. Like a shark puked not too long ago." Jack held up his hand. The trail dissapeared into a trap door covered in vines and leaves, but they had been shoved aside.
"Now this is making me all kinds of suspiscious. You get any feeling of a trap?" He looked to River. He definately got that feeling. Mostly because they were being followed.
He'd heard the sound of brush being disturbed behind them.
(OOC: I don't know of there is any boobytraps planned, or if Danielle is still around. But Jack noticed Scully. I get the feeling she never quite trained for moving silently in a jungle.)
[Scully] Part of the scenery
Date: 2006-08-31 03:08 am (UTC)Scully froze as the man held up his hand and the girl with him stopped. She strained to hear what was being said, but couldn't make anything out from the distance she kept. It was strange how he kept conferring with the girl, as if she had some sort of expertise around here that he didn't.
He turned around casually enough, an expression of deep thought on his face. Scully did what she could to remain hidden for the moment, worried that perhaps she would startle him if she chose to approach the pair right then.
That was before the girl looked straight at where she was hidden behind an enormous plant and smiled at her. She couldn't have seen me. Could she? Even after years of following Mulder through one bizarre case after another, her rationality took over, trying to find ways to explain how she might've been spotted.
[River/Jack] Part of the scenery
Date: 2006-09-01 12:29 am (UTC)Jack turned from his parusal of the forest to the trapdoor. "Bomb, huh?" More unstable dynamite?"
"She cannot smell over the stench of decomposing sea life. But the probobilties are high. Also likely this is not the only point of egress. Always have a secondary option."
"So if whoever's in the trees isn't a threat, lets see if we can find the other door." Jack concentrated on the crude shape of the roof structure. This burrow wasn't titally underground. But the 'roof' was covered by debris and foilage. It had been there a while.
As he circled the parimiter, he was too focused on the bolt hole. He also failed to see River smirking through her hair.
Without warning his leg was violently yanked out from under him and he found the world twisted upside down. He let out an involuntary "Ooomph."
He felt strain on his him and the bite of the line around his ankle. He looked up and wasn't suprised to see he was, indeed, hanging from a rope snare.
"You saw that coming didn't you?"
River offered a genuine smile. "The look on your face was quite amusing."
[Scully] Doh!
Date: 2006-09-01 11:56 pm (UTC)When she looked back, she found him hanging upside down by an ankle. She stared blankly at him for a moment before the ridiculousness of the situation struck her in the head like a rubber mallet. She snorted, trying to hold back her laugher behind a hand but failing miserably.
Whatever else is going on, at least I got to see that first.
[River/Jack] Come out, come out
Date: 2006-09-02 12:41 am (UTC)"He is a funny man, but a good one. You will not be rejected or persecuted. Besides, there is a large constricting snake three feet above your head." River raised her voice enough to carry.
"Hey, a little help here. River, it's not funny anymore. All the blood is rushing to my head." Jack was managing to bend at the waist and had managed to grab the leg currently caught in the trap. It was making his back scream and his abs burn more than any recent work outs.
"I understand the confusion. This is not the head you often find blood rushing to." River nodded.
Jack dropped his torso down and grinned, staring at her. Or trying to, as he was slowly rotating.
"River Tam, did you just make an off color joke? Good for you."
"Hey,
[Scully] Yikes! I mean...Hi.
Date: 2006-09-02 12:54 am (UTC)Although Scully wasn't scared of snakes, the pronouncement made her jump. She lookd up and, sure enough, a python of some sort was staring down at her with flat, black eyes and a tongue tasting her scent. If I can take her at her word for that, I guess I can take it for the pair of them, too. Taking a deep breath, she rose and walked out to where the others were. She made sure to watch her step, not wanting to end up upside-down as well.
The man's face was turning red, so Scully hurried over and helped him down out of the rope. "Are you ok?" she asked, taking a look at his ankle where the rope had been.
[Jack] Bruised ego
Date: 2006-09-02 01:26 am (UTC)"Well you're well dressed and don't have a frech accent, so I'm guessing you're not Danielle. I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and this is River Tam."
Jack shook Scully's hand, letting his thumb caress her knuckle.
River rolled her eyes. "If he is conscious, he is flirting." She explained matter of factly. "You were on the plane. Three seats behind her, with the tall, dark haired seeker."
Jack looked at the woman. River wasn't only a seer, but she had a good memory, thus far. He didn't doubt the teen. But this woman didn't look like she was lost in the jungle for three weeks. However, he had heard the unusual story if Aiden Burn and her missing time.
[Scully]
Date: 2006-09-02 01:37 am (UTC)"Yes, I was with that man. I take it you were also on the flight?" River nodded. "So there are survivors?"
"Yes and no," was the cryptic answer.
Scully pursed her lips and nodded slightly, "Ok. Have you seen that man since the crash? His name is Fox Mulder?" She frowned, then asked, "How long, exactly, has it been since the plane went down? Because I've checked myself over and I have injuries that have already healed that shouldn't have? Do I have this Danielle person to thank for tending to them?"
[River]
Date: 2006-09-02 02:56 am (UTC)She had seen each face, and still felt the thoughts crushing her brain.
"It has been twenty days five hours and thirty two minutes since the crash. I'm sorry. He found her at last. But not like he thought." There was a stark sympathy in River's eyes.
Jack was watching River. There was no Fox Mulder among any of the camps.
"Danielle has been on this island for fifteen years. She has been alone. She is the maker of the traps, and has most likely captured a friend. But no one is home right now."
"No one... you could have told me that before I ended up hung up like a side of meat." Jack couldn't be really mad at the kid. Today was one of her 'good days'.
"No one living. But whoever bled in the pit may be there. Positive identification is needed." River corrected.
[Danielle]
Date: 2006-09-06 11:26 am (UTC)Danielle hefted the last bag and took a final glance at the place she had called home. It was not the only shack to be so named, but of them all this had been the most comfortable.. until they had stripped it of most things useful. Now it was an empty shell, even the broken chair stripped down and used for firewood the previous night. Her small collection of pots and pans had already been removed, too precious to abandon, their metallic clanking muffled by layer upon layer of leaves. The shelves of which she had been so proud would have to stay though; perhaps the local wildlife would give them new purpose this spring.
Rope burn grated against the rough dressings she'd applied, reminding her that it was time to apply another poultice, but there was no time. That man may have left, chasing after the other - the one so strangely dressed - however he knew where she lived and only a rainstorm would obliterate their trail to and from her home. It would not be long before others sought her out, perhaps not the Others, but unwelcome all the same.
Voices carried through the air as the Frenchwoman slipped away, automatically changing direction to avoid their path. That another of her traps had been sprung was small consolation - more would have to be built soon, essential work that took more time and energy than she had at present - but it confirmed her suspicions.
"No one is home right now," she heard, wondering how many more of these newcomers were not as they appeared. The island was becoming crowded these days, upsetting the balance Danielle had worked so hard to understand. They had no respect for this place, but then few had died as yet.. few had been taken. Perhaps they would achieve their goal to escape, one day far in the future, however Danielle had had similar ambitions once upon a time. She wanted no part of their false hope, not with so little left for herself.
OOC: Suggestion
Date: 2006-09-06 12:09 pm (UTC)