Camp Serenity, is it really? (Tag River, Tommy, Mara, Carlos)

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Who: 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.”

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[River/Jack] Come out, come out

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"She is ready to be seen now. You have tamed her." River bent at the waist and looked at where she knew the woman to be hiding.

"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.

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"He is a funny man, but a good one. You will not be rejected or persecuted," the girl called out, staring at the place where Scully hid again. How the hell does she keep doing that?, she wondered. "Besides, there is a large constricting snake three feet above your head."

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

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"Other than rope burn and a serious injury to my pride, I'm fine." Jack offered a flirtatious smile.

"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]

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Scully frowned slightly at the way Jack shook her hand, but she didn't complain or move way from the grip. Some people, it seemed, just had no sense of personal space. "I'm Dana Scully," she said, glancing curiously at River. She was impressed that the girl remembered both her and Mulder from the plane. Scully had been so preoccupied that she couldn't remember a single face from the flight, not even their flight attendant.

"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]

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Doctor Crane had sedated her. He had seemed to find her fear and psychosis fascinating, like the doctors at the Academy. So many people, all those voices pushing into her brain. None her own. Couldn't think, couldn't even feel anything her own but the fear of losing herself to it all. She had walked onto the plane half asleep, her eyes glazed. The seditive was stronger than any smoother Simon had administered, yet it didn't make her sleep.

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]

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It had taken Danielle many hours to release herself, a success owed more to the age of her bindings than any great skill. She owned so little that had not been scavenged from the sea and that which she had made herself bore all the failings of a self-taught survivalist. One who was still alive, no doubt, but constantly reinventing the wheel nonetheless.

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

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This one has gotten lost in the shuffle. It's listed in the Active Threads post on the OOC, but it's fallen off the main page. Next reply might want to start a new thread, redirect this one and mark it as Complete.