fikgirl ([identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crossing_lostrp2006-08-29 11:57 pm

[Isabel] Exposition Time

Who: Isabel
Where: Medical Facility: Cafeteria #1
When: Day 20, Mid-Morning
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria #1
Status: Complete

Isabel let herself be pushed to the cafeteria, ignoring the guns. Of course they didn't trust her. She'd hardly acquitted herself with honour and dignity so far.

The cafeteria was nearly empty, but people were drifting around, drawn by the commotion. Now that Claire was found, Isabel assumed that many would return. she found a seat and sat on it, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hands.

Suddenly the urge to tell her story became overwhelming. She looked up at the men who surrounded her.

"You probably don't care about the reasons for what I just did," she said, "and I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for it." She sighed. "But after that I can't keep any secrets from you."

She looked at the faces of her listeners again, then looked away. This was going to be hard enough without seeing their reactions.

"My name is Isabel Evans. My human name, anyway. I came to Earth in 1947 with my brother Max, our friend Michael, and Tess. We are hybrids, humans with alien genetics and enhancements, made from our former bodies to be raised on Earth, away from the enemies who had us killed. Max was our planet's ruler; Tess was his Queen. Michael was Max's right-hand man, and I was his wife. In that life I was called Vilandra, and it was my betrayal which brought our downfall."

She shook her head.

"But I still don't remember much of my former life. Our ship crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. You might have heard about that. We emerged from our pods on the remains of the ship in the early nineties, physically aged about eight years old. We were adopted by human families in Roswell and kept our true nature a secret. We didn't know Tess then; there was a full-blooded alien protector on our ship who'd taken her elsewhere and raised her alone.

"Then a girl Max liked, Liz Parker, got shot in a café. It was an accident, and we were there, and... we have powers, as you probably noticed. We can't all do the same things, but Max can heal. He got down after Liz and healed her of a wound that should have killed her. She, of course, wanted to know what was going on, especially when a silver handprint appeared over where the wound had been. An unfortunate side effect of certain things we can do.

"So she found out the whole story, and so did some of her friends, but they were intelligent, and they kept quiet, and helped us a lot. After that incident a lot of people started trying to find us. The FBI, the sheriff... then Tess turned up with the man who'd raised her, our 'protector' who we'd never seen before that moment. The medicine man at the Indian reservation had known him years before, called him 'Nasedo'. It means 'visitor'. He wasn't human at all, could change his shape, had stronger powers. He'd killed a lot of people to keep them away from Tess. That's something else that can leave a silver handprint. Especially the way he liked to do it."

She paused.

"It's long and complicated, but suffice it to say that there were other aliens on Earth, aliens from the species who were controlling our planet. We call them Skins, because they have to wear these human-shaped suits to survive in Earth's atmosphere. They killed Nasedo. I fell in love with a human, a boy named Alex. It was unwise, I'd seen all the pain that Max and Liz had gone through, but I did it anyway. Tess killed him.

"She had the power to alter people's minds, make them forget things or see things which weren't there, convince them to do things. We thought he was going to Sweden; instead Tess made him translate a book we'd found in our ship, which gave instructions on how to use it to get back home. She seduced Max, wanting to return to our old lives, and got pregnant. Then all the mindwiping she was doing on Alex stopped working, and rather than let anybody find out what she'd done, she killed him and arranged a car accident to cover it up. Fortunately we figured out what she'd done before it was too late. She'd made a deal with K'Var, the leader of the Skins, to return home with the baby in exchange for her acquiescence to his rule.

"We all stayed behind when she left. Eventually she came back with the baby, which was a pure human and wasn't accepted on our world. The FBI were hot on our heels by then, drawn particularly by the ship Tess returned in, and they gave the baby up for adoption so he could have a normal life. Then Tess went to the military base and used her powers to blow it up. They only knew for sure about her, as she'd been caught on camera breaking out of there after the crash. So when they killed her in that base, we were free for a while."

Isabel wiped the last tears from her face and looked up at the others again.

"So when I saw Claire - and she looks exactly like Tess - I thought she'd betrayed us again. I was so angry... I was still angry about the first betrayal. Even though she died to save us, I never lost that anger with her. Neither did Liz. When she first came back to Earth, Liz threw her across the room much like I did with Claire just now.

"As for the story about how I got here. That's all true. Max, Michael and I were on a ship with Liz and Maria, Kyle and Jesse. Max and Liz are married now, Maria and Michael will probably get round to it one day. Kyle got involved with us despite our best efforts, but he's had the same problem Liz had after being healed by Max - they both developed powers like ours. So he came with us. And Jesse - Jesse's my husband. I lost my ring somewhere... and I told you about the storm already.

"So that's my story."

(frozen comment) [Mayday] I Jinxed It, Didn't I?

[identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
May made a mental note: /Never say that things are calm or quiet around here EVER AGAIN./

"Yeah, I heard it too," she said, wondering why the hell she sounded so calm as she turned to the Doctor. "Last I checked, Molly was out cold. She tried to help Tara and knocked herself out. Somebody's tending to them right now." She didn't mention it was Chris, since no one had asked; he was probably frustrated at the dumping of secrets as it was.

She didn't look at Isabel. It didn't take a major leap of logic to figure out why Claire had probably gone into labor now of all times. She did want to talk to Dean, Sam, and Daniel (and maybe Faith) privately - and not just about the guard monster.

But if they really needed Molly, and if the redhead was in any shape to help... well, it wasn't like she'd be able to do anything short of look anxious and get in the way.

(frozen comment) [Sam] Intervention

[identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Dean's eyes had narrowed dangerously after Daniel's little speech about strategic planning (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98840.html?thread=3274008#t3274008). Sam spoke up before his brother could lay into the oddly bookish soldier. "You're right, Daniel. Splitting resources makes sense." Although Dean fixed him with his patented death glare, Sam kept talking. "Just not now, okay? Dean and I will check the perimeter. Once this place is really, truly secure we can split up."

Before Dean could open his mouth Sam gave him his best "Let me handle this" look. He figured it had about a 50/50 chance of working.

(frozen comment) [Mayday] Move Out, Campers

[identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
So Daniel had also picked up on Chris's need for secrecy. Good, that made things easier. "All right. Where do you want me to meet you guys?" She addressed her question to Jon primarily, glancing over at Dean and Sam as well. Yeah, Dean was pissed off. She sighed. Maybe she'd get a chance to have an actual conversation with him later.

Jon still looked cranky, but seemed a little mollified when she asked him and not the other two. "Security room. We'll need to get radios anyway."

"Okay." She turned to Daniel. "I'll stop back here and let you know how Molly's doing. I figure she'll want to help no matter what, but it's going to depend on how she's feeling."

She hurried out the door and down the hallway back to the room she was sharing with Molly and Tara. She hoped it was safe to come in; even if Molly couldn't go anywhere, her backpack - and her web-shooters - were still in there.

May had the feeling she was going to need them.

OOC: May exits. Going to make another post, then will crash for the night.

(frozen comment) [Dean] Intervention

[identity profile] aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
OOC:ah-ha! I found the threads. Back on target. So sorry.

Dean was about ready to just say screw it all and leave. Trust went both ways and this group could just as easily be the bad guys as they could...or Isabel for that matter. Sam, however, beat him to the gun.

"Once this place is really, truly secure we can split up."

(Oh, I don't fucking thing so) Dean thought madly. If Sam thought for one moment that Dean was gonna let them be split up with these insane people...(Ok, well, it happened earlier and the pregnant woman took a hit...but...) Dean's thought was interrupted by Sam's glare. He knew what his brother was thinking, and he knew his brother was right, at least a little...Dean stared down at his coffee and began to get himself under control. Seeing Claire get tossed like that really messed him up. He hoped she was going to be ok.

(frozen comment) OOC note

[identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The boys will be leaving for perimeter-checking duty shortly. When I think of something halfway interesting I'll wrap this up with a "characters exit" post.

(frozen comment) Re: OOC note

[identity profile] aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com 2006-09-01 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Actually, Dean and Sam have found something interesting outside (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/100581.html). So, just wrapping this up with...

CHARACTERS EXIT