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crossing_lostrpWith things more or less, back to normal, Daniel resumed the briefing minus a few additional bodies. He knew that Molly was tending to Tara, and that May and Chris had presumably gone in that direction as well. Rodney was working on finding a way to dampen down Tara and hopefully the Doctor would be able to provide assistance in that endeavor as well. Faith was assigned to Isabel duty and he trusted that Molly and Chris would be able to keep an eye on May. As helpful as the young woman and the Winchester boys had been thus far, he still wasn't ready to lower his guard completely.
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
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[McKay] Getting back on task (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-27 06:14 pm (UTC)'Right. Power. Junction boxes. Tools... Come on, Rodney, focus...' Rodney turned a complete 360, looking to see exactly which direction to go. Right. His room. Laptop, tester. He'll have to make sure his things are picked up from the Camp, including his boxes of wires, boards... and at one point, he'll have to get back to the raft and the work there. Nothing saying, however, that he couldn't work under better conditions, that is, right in this building. There's food. Coffee. Electricity. Lights. Other computers. He's good to go. Add to that a new hot blonde who has yet to discover that he might not be as cool as the others (so he has a chance), and it's home away from home.
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Date: 2006-08-27 08:32 pm (UTC)She sighed, suddenly feeling more alone. She really wished she had a partner, someone she could trust, confide in. But she didn't seem to be having any luck making friends since she'd arrived. Too much had been happening too soon, and it appeared she was a day late and a dollar short.
"I'll stay here. I've had enough of the great outdoors to last me a life time." First things first she wanted to talk to and process the victims. She what if any evidence was on the girls.
[Scott] Staying put (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-27 09:02 pm (UTC)(frozen) [Faith] En Route to the Kitchen (tag Isabel, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 09:28 pm (UTC)"Believe it or not, we do have a dryer," Faith laughed. "This place seems to have all the comforts of home. Sorta. C'mon, I'll show you to the laundry room."
(Wow, look at this, Fatih Lehane tour guide. There goes my rep.)
She pointed out the extra kitchen, the empty rooms on the way there. She deliberately did not mention the prisoners, locked away in Room F, or the cameras. The way Faith saw it, if Isabel was some kind of plant, she knew all that information; if she was really as innocent as she proclaimed, then she'd find out soon enough.
"Anyway," Faith said as the tour concluded at the laundry room, "I wouldn't get too comfortable and go thanking me too soon.
"You sorta got yourself an official bodyguard and babysitter," Faith shrugged. She didn't have a problem with being honest because she figured she could subdue Isabel if needed. (And if I can't, we have enough cameras and enough people here who *can.*) "At least until the verdict is reached as to whether or not you're friend or foe. No offense, but we've been through some serious shit since crashing here, all of us, and the whole 'It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you,' is true.
"So either, you're another one of Them, with a capital T, in which case I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. Or, you really did just get washed up here thanks to a spectacularly bad crap roll, and you've just been given a heads up about Mindfuck Island.
"As soon as you're done here, we can head back to the kitchen. I'm pretty sure that Danny and the Doc are gonna wanna talk to you after they get done with the meeting of the minds."
(frozen) [Isabel] Domestic bliss (tag Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 09:50 pm (UTC)"Bodyguard and babysitter, eh? Well, I can't blame you for being cautious. I don't know who you lot are, you don't know who I am..." She shook her head. "I've told you, of course, but it's clear there are a lot of secrets being kept here. But if I can help... I'm stuck here too, and if you're working on a way to get off this island then I'm all for it. My husband and my friends were on the ship with me. They'll be looking for me, but... well. Do you get the feeling this place isn't really part of the world like you're used to?"
(frozen) [Faith] Domestic bliss (tag Isabel, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 10:15 pm (UTC)"That's gonna be awhile," Faith indicated the dryer. "Did you maybe want to see a doctor? Get all checked out? We got two of 'em: House and Pierson. House is an asshole, but their both kinda cute in the older man eye candy kind of way.
"And don't remind me that you're married. No law against looking."
(Married,) Faith thought, (I can't wait to see the look on half of those men hearing that.)
(frozen) [Isabel] Domestic bliss (tag Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 10:39 pm (UTC)To distract herself from this line of increasingly implausible ranting, she turned to the dryer and pulled the door open.
"Nearly dry!" she proclaimed cheerfully, pulling her clothes out and starting to fold them. "Did you say some people were going to want to talk to me?"
(frozen) [Faith] Yep, Another Day at the Office (tag Isabel, open)
From:(frozen) [Isabel] It's like the Crashdown all over again (open)
From:(frozen) OOC
From:[Ethan] Moments in Captivity (no tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:21 am (UTC)Brilliant minds, perhaps, but too stupid to realize that they were expendable. All their research would have been downloaded and transferred to the central computer at The Tower the moment the alarm was triggered. It would be easy enough to find another scientist to continue their work.
Ethan knew this. He knew that this was how it was in this sort of field. All of it political and every step could be in the wrong direction and it could be your last. They signed away their lives when they signed on with DHARMA – literally. You didn't leave until DHARMA allowed you to leave; richer perhaps but not the same.
No one left the same as they did coming in.
"If we want to get out of here, we are going to have to do it ourselves," Ethan said, rolling his head to look at Sakai and Wilson. He would *never* consider them colleagues. They would never be on par with him. "Carlson helped himself. That little bitch helped Gevalia, no doubt, and then it was every man for himself. We fucked up and didn't manage to get out."
"We were trying to contain the situation," Wilson argued.
"You were exploring the world of astral projection via a little touch from that cunt, Daisy, Wilson. The only situation you were containing was likely blubbering in the corner and trying to figure out if she'd killed you or not."
Wilson's eyes narrowed, some would say dangerously, but Ethan wasn't afraid. "Perhaps so, but we did find out a great deal of information about their defenses and their abilities while we were incorporeal. What did you do, Rom? Other than piss and shit your pants?"
Inwardly Ethan seethed and twitched. He'd already added Hayden to his list of those who would get what was coming for them. "I have my own means to handle things."
"And what does that mean?" Wilson snarled.
Ethan merely smiled.
Even his colleagues didn't know about all of his experiments. Even Carlson didn't know about this one, the reverse-trigger programming. He'd been hoping to perfect it, to polish the edges, and then to apply it to the weak minded ones back at the beach: Harry, Shannon, Zoe, maybe that annoying little girl and the crusty old bastard too. But it was still in its rudimentary phase, and it was about to be tested early.
Unperfected as it was, Ethan didn't know what would happen. But it had been several hours since he was supposed to say the trigger word; several hours to say the word that would stop the subject from following through on planted commands instead of vice-versa.
It was his security.
And soon, he would see how well programmed it truly had been.
Ethan's only regret was that he hadn't truly fine tuned it. He honestly had no idea what precisely it would do. He didn't know how much Sakai's little experiment had left of his program intact. (And I still want to kill the bitch for that.) Ethan didn't know if he still had a program.
But he would know very soon.
[Boone] Triggered (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:22 am (UTC)Boone awoke.
He didn't think of himself as Boone. He didn't think of himself at all. One moment he lay quietly on a hospital bed, in a space of nothingness, brain and thoughts barely functioning. The next, he came awake, thoughts filtering across his brain as synapses fired. Boone sat up, eyes blinking, seeing but not seeing.
Swinging his legs off of the bed, he moved with simple ease for a man who'd been limp and motionless and unresponsive for days. The cold of the floor did not bother him.
He walked to the door, opened it.
A figure stepped into his vision. It spoke, but Boone didn't process the words. He moved, acted. With skill and ease, as though he'd done so all his life, he attacked the figure and in a few moments it was on the floor. Dead or unconscious, Boone didn't know.
Boone didn't care.
He kept the cane.
Walked into the office and directly to a file cabinet. Opened the third drawer. Reached in the back and removed the locked box. Dialed the combination. Removed the gun and ammo. Loaded the clip. The position of his body and the shadow of the drawer blocked his every move from the security camera.
If there had been a camera on this room, but Boone didn't know that.
Boone had a purpose, a greater purpose and it was about to be fulfilled.
He followed the sound of voices. Walked into the room with voices that smelled of food, raised the gun and promptly began squeezing the trigger.
[Ripley] All Hell part 2 (Open)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:39 am (UTC)Then instinct kicked in. She looked down at her hand and saw the red blood, already it was disolving her clothing where it spread. She looked behind her and was glad it had only splattered a table and two chairs as well as the floor by the fine smoke rising as the acid worked. No people. Thank goodness.
Rose was on the floor infront of her, but she was looking about, confused. The Doctor was hunched over Rose, but already rising to his feet.
Ripley struggled to stand. It was akward, but she ignored the pain. Her group/family/hive were in danger and needed defending.
She grinned. It wasas if her face were frozen in that terrible grin, a showing of white teeth, and a hiss escaped.
She crouched and sprang, past the Doctor, past Blaise and Scott, one leaping bound, two, another hit, her leg crumpled, but not before she'd swiped the gun from Boone's hand and bore him down with her. Her clean hand wrapped around his throat, and her own blood dripping onto him.
(Up to players to decide if she splattered anyone on the way. No idea who else may have been hit)
(frozen) [Megabyte] All Hell part 2 (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:53 am (UTC)He lay on his back, gasping. Megabyte's hand clutched his shoulder and he felt wetness beneath him.
Around him, chaos reigned.
(frozen) [Scott] All Hell part 2 (open tag)
From:(frozen) [Quentin] All Hell part 2 (open tag)
From:(frozen) Redirect
From:(frozen) [Kenzaki] All Hell part 2 (Open)
From:(frozen) [Ripley] All Hell part 2 (Open)
From:(frozen) [Isabel] All Hell part 2 (open)
From:(frozen) [Mayday] This is NOT good! (tag open)
From:(frozen) [Dean] This is NOT good! (tag open)
From:(frozen) [Megabyte] So Not How I Wanted to Start the Morning (tag open)
From:[Sam] Reacting (Open)
From:[Daniel] All Hell part 2 (tag Ripley, open)
From:[McKay] All Hell Pt. 2 (open tag)
From:Re: [Aiden] Reacting (open tag)
From:[George] Sitting Ducks (tag Quentin, open)
From:[Methos] Late arrival (tag open)
From:[Jon] Medical response (tag first aiders, Aiden, open)
From:[Doctor] Medical response (tag open)
From:[Scott] Medical response (tag the Doctor, open)
From:[Ami] Rude Awakening (tag Scott, open)
From:[Isabel] Somebody get some earplugs (tag Ami, open)
From:[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
From:[Ami] The downside of a psychic link (tag Scott, open)
From:[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
From:[Ami] All Better Now (tag Scott, open)
From:Redirect
From:[Faith] A Helping Hand (tag Jon, first aiders, open)
From:[Locke] Playing medic (open tag)
From:[McKay] Playing cleanup? (open tag)
From:[Rose] Playing cleanup? (McKay, Ami, Shower crew, open tag)
From:[Jon] A Helping Hand (tag Aiden, open)
From:Re: [Aiden] A Helping Hand (tag Jon, open)
From:OOC
From:Re: OOC
From:[Doctor] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:24 am (UTC)The Doctor wished she hadn't. Although those here had in some way aided in rescuing the captives, and had a right to know, sometimes command decisions had to be made without pretense of democracy.
"We'll get what we need to know from them. And I'm sure you and Scott can get to play bad cop all you'd like." The Doctor acknowledged that he, also, would like to take out hhis anger on the prisoners. But he would not. Let the others do it. He wouldn't stop them. "I think the ladies should have some say int he final decisions made there, however."
He wanted to be there for the interrogations, but his primary concern, now, was running several tests on Rose. He'd work with whomever he needed to to see what the extent of damage is, and if it can be reversed. Then he had to work on the cocktail of drugs used on Amy.
All in all there was much to do, and he couldn't be part of everything. He'd trust Daniel to fill him in later.
[Dean/Sam] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:22 pm (UTC)"Get outta the way and don't touch either one of them."
/Ok, acid from Ripley's blood. Bizarre. but then she was part demon...no craphead, she's part alien./ Dean thought.
"Who's that?"
"Boone" Well, that answered everything then.
"Sam?" Dean looked around and saw his brother.
"Here," Sam responded as he got up from the floor.
Dean suddenly relaxed without even knowing he was tense. "Well, looks like you had fun without me. No fair. You ok?"
"Yeah."
"Good, let's check for any others. We're gonna do a quick sweep of the place."
ooc: S_S I've left an out (Sam's lack of response) if you have plans on doing anything else with Sam.
[Mayday] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 01:42 pm (UTC)May let Dean dash beneath her before dropping down to the floor and running after him. She gave the medical response team a wide berth, knowing that right now was not the time to get in the way. /I shouldn't have left. I might have felt it coming./ She forced those thoughts away. She couldn't think about that. She had to do something now. Panic later.
"Chris is keeping an eye on Molly and Tara," she said at Daniel's questioning look - might as well make sure all were accounted for. "Anyone check on Claire yet?" There was a general response in the negative, so she ran over to Claire's room - it was right across the hall, the door was in full view of the kitchen entrance - and opened the door a crack, peeking in so as not to disturb the pregnant lady who probably didn't need to see any of this. "Claire?"
Which immediately became a moot point as May realized that the room was empty. No Claire, no IV rack.
She turned back to the group taking care of Ripley and Boone. Jon and Aiden were the first ones out, and both looked up at her exclamation. "She's gone!"
Re: [Dean/Sam] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 02:40 pm (UTC)Thanks! He was going to help with first aid. With Methos and others there helping, Sam will go with Dean instead.
[Daniel] Getting Back on Task (tag Dean, Sam, Kenzaki, open)
Date: 2006-08-28 03:01 pm (UTC)(Please tell me that she lost her shirt due to Ripley's blood,) Daniel thought as he looked away. "If we're looking for any more sleeper agents, we have two possibilities right in this room . . ."
Daniel's head whipped around as a new set of screams started, these he narrowed down to Ami. For not the first time, he was glad that he wasn't psychic; he wondered if the woman actually was recovering or would recover. The screams were jarring, but Scott was already moving in her direction. "And something tells me that whatever triggered Boone isn't happening right now with Ami and Rose. That leaves Daisy and Claire."
There was no way of knowing whether or not the same thing had been done to the women. And there was no way of knowing who - or what - had triggered Boone.
"Someone needs to round up Alex and bring her here," Daniel instructed. "And someone needs to come with me to check on the prisoners." He motioned to Kenzaki and added in Japanese, "Kenzaki-San, please accompany whomever goes to retrieve Alex. We need her brought here. Now. I'm going to check on the prisoners."
Daniel explained to the brothers, "Kenzaki will go with one of you. The other, come with me."
Daniel was well aware that they didn't like to be split up; but he'd just witnessed Boone programmed to kill. He wasn't about to let them go off on their own, they were still an unknown element.
[Mayday] Getting Back on Task (tag Daniel, open)
From:[Daniel] What Next? (tag May, open)
From:[Isabel] Joining in (tag Daniel, open)
From:[Dean] Joining in (tag Isabel, open)
From:[Daniel] Fine, Let's Move (open tag)
From:[Mayday] Knock, knock... (tag Chris, Daniel, open)
From:Redirect, kind of, sort of...
From:[Isabel] Off we go (tag Dean, Damon, Kenzaki, George, open)
From:[Megabyte] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag Claire, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
From:[Claire] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag MB, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
From:[Megabyte] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag Claire, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
From:[Dean] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag open)
From:[Claire] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag MB, Locke, Dean, Isabel, open)
From:OOC: Suggestion
From:Re: OOC: Suggestion
From:[George] What Next? (tag Daniel, May, Sam)
From:[Scott] The doctor is in (open tag)
From:[Doctor] The doctor is in (Scott, open tag)
From:OOC
From:[Methos] The doctor is in (tag Scott, Doctor, open)
From:[Scott] The doctor is in (tag shower peeps)
From:[Rose/Doctor] The doctor is in (tag shower peeps)
From:Redirect
From:OOC Daniel's Logic
From:OOC
From:[Claire] Going into hiding
Date: 2006-08-28 10:56 am (UTC)They're coming back.. they're coming back and they're going to capture us all and hurt everyone this time..
She fought back the urge to curl up again and cry, then looked around the room and decided that she wasn't going to be a pushover like last time. Not a chance. No one else would: the screaming - bloody oath, the screaming - proved that, so she shouldn't either. They weren't getting her baby either. So what could she do?
Claire clambered out of the bed and flexed her toes on the floor. It felt like ages since she'd last walked anywhere, even before the rescue, because everyone seemed to like pushing her round in that wheelchair. Not now though; walking would have to do. Or waddling with the aid of an empty IV rack, much as she'd rather pull the thing apart in revenge for all those days she'd spent attached to one. It wasn't much good as a walking stick, not like Dr House's cane, but she could always jab someone in the eye with the bloody thing.
She got as far as the door before remembering stories of quick and easy weapons in a bar fight. Not quite the same thing, but close enough: Claire made her way back to her bedside table and picked up her glass of water, downing it quickly, then - after a moment's hesitation - smashing it against the side. Small sharps cut her hand and face, but at least she had something to nasty to protect herself and the baby with (of sorts).
Claire picked her way through the small shards of glass, wincing as she stepped on a few, then peeked out of the door. No one was there, but the screaming was still ringing out through the corridors. I hope Damon's ok! But a slow-moving pregnant girl with a fuzzy head, aches all over and the fighting instinct of an ostrich wasn't going to be much help to anyone. Best to just get out of the way and hope to all things good that no one found her too soon.
She glanced round the corner: still no one, and her destination was only a few metres away. Fantastic. Doubly so, once she got to the laundry and realised that the dryer by the door was light enough to nudge into a new position, barricading the only exit.
Claire pulled a bundle of sheets and blankets from the shelves and made herself a little nest on the floor, resting the glass and IV rack beside her. Another twinge of pain made her wince. Bloody doctors and their insistence that she shouldn't take any painkillers, but at least she'd be safe in here.
OOC: Ho hum. No need to find her for a while *cackle* the rest of you have plenty of other people to tend to at the moment, hehe. Her waters haven't even broken yet..
OOC
Date: 2006-08-28 11:01 am (UTC)OOC: Tag, You're It!
Date: 2006-08-28 08:56 pm (UTC)[Aiden] Neturalizing threats (tag Jon, Boone (if he's still alive), open)
Date: 2006-08-28 09:16 pm (UTC)Aiden couldn't help but feel a little relived when Ripely was dragged off of Boone. Apparently Boone had been splashed with acid too and it was leaking onto the floor. This was not good.
"Shit" Aiden said. She pulled the clip out of the Boone's gun and removed the bullet from the chamber. She laid the gun on the nearest counter and tossed the clip and loose round into the sink. She would've liked to secure it further, and process it, but that would obviously have to wait.
"Somebody help me get him to a shower!" she yelled, grabbing one of Boone's legs and starting to drag him out of the kitchen.
"And someone clean up the floor. Try some ammonia, see if you can neutralize the acid!"
OOC
Date: 2006-08-28 10:14 pm (UTC)OOC:
Date: 2006-08-28 11:37 pm (UTC)Ripley and Boone have been dragged off to the showers. But as those who Dragged them are mostly unnamed, Aiden may well have been one of the volunteers.
Re: OOC:
Date: 2006-08-28 11:40 pm (UTC)Re: OOC:
From:[Scott] The doctor is out. Go away. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-29 01:38 am (UTC)Despite her slumber Ami rolled over and curled one arm around Scott's lower waist. Contentment coursed over their link. Smiling, Scott moved her arm and slipped under the blanket beside his wife. His eyes closed of their own accord as she snuggled up to him. (Funny we're sleeping in the cafeteria again,) he mused and drifted off to sleep.
OOC doh!
Date: 2006-08-29 01:42 am (UTC)