[Daniel] Working it Out
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crossing_lostrpWho: Daniel
Where: Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station
When: Day 20, late night/Day 21, early morning
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete [Closed]
The Wraith threat was, as far as they knew, ended. Daniel had been angry, frustrated and annoyed by the news brought back from the beach camp. Not because he was foolish enough to think that he could have done anything to help those they lost – (and yes, he was foolish enough to think that even if he wouldn't admit that foolish weakness aloud) – but because it was a waste. Every person at that camp had been told about the bunker and given the option to come here. Sure, the quarters would be close and the outside would probably have looked like a refugee camp, but the bunker was a safe zone. They had a few injuries here, and those had been from people who went hunting the Wraith, not civilians.
And even after the attack, for one reason or another they insisted on staying on the beach. "It's familiar," or "Are we really safer anywhere on the island?" were the excuses given. Familiarity hadn't saved their lives.
Daniel hadn't been able to save their lives.
An axe from the supply closet and twenty minutes alone with an innocent sapling had done enough to curb Daniel's frustration and return him to a point where he could deal with people again. No one commented on the dirt on his face, the redness of his eyes, or the sweat and woodchips that covered his body when he returned to the bunker.
He stayed just long enough to turn the bunker's control over to Blaise, then armed with the laptop they'd confiscated from DHARMA and a flashlight, he headed over to the observation station. Daniel searched every square inch and was on the verge of radioing for the Doctor or Rodney when he found what he was looking for: on the north side of the building, buried beneath overgrowth was a large metal box. Two whacks with the axe and the lock fell off, and the doors opened to reveal a generator.
Daniel wasn't Carter and he wasn't McKay, but he'd spent enough time around the former – and now the latter – to have picked up a little by osmosis. That had to be the only explanation. Hankering down on his knees, Daniel plunged in, only mildly surprised to see that the generator was some sort of modified alien technology. Particularly crystal technology.
An hour later, the deserted station was powered up.
Inside was still dreary and drab, even more so with the lights showing the rust and mildew and overgrowth of better days. Daniel didn't care about that. What he cared about were the observation screens and the cells which now had force field walls as their cell doors.
It was time to move their "prisoners" and time to get some answers.
Where: Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station
When: Day 20, late night/Day 21, early morning
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete [Closed]
The Wraith threat was, as far as they knew, ended. Daniel had been angry, frustrated and annoyed by the news brought back from the beach camp. Not because he was foolish enough to think that he could have done anything to help those they lost – (and yes, he was foolish enough to think that even if he wouldn't admit that foolish weakness aloud) – but because it was a waste. Every person at that camp had been told about the bunker and given the option to come here. Sure, the quarters would be close and the outside would probably have looked like a refugee camp, but the bunker was a safe zone. They had a few injuries here, and those had been from people who went hunting the Wraith, not civilians.
And even after the attack, for one reason or another they insisted on staying on the beach. "It's familiar," or "Are we really safer anywhere on the island?" were the excuses given. Familiarity hadn't saved their lives.
Daniel hadn't been able to save their lives.
An axe from the supply closet and twenty minutes alone with an innocent sapling had done enough to curb Daniel's frustration and return him to a point where he could deal with people again. No one commented on the dirt on his face, the redness of his eyes, or the sweat and woodchips that covered his body when he returned to the bunker.
He stayed just long enough to turn the bunker's control over to Blaise, then armed with the laptop they'd confiscated from DHARMA and a flashlight, he headed over to the observation station. Daniel searched every square inch and was on the verge of radioing for the Doctor or Rodney when he found what he was looking for: on the north side of the building, buried beneath overgrowth was a large metal box. Two whacks with the axe and the lock fell off, and the doors opened to reveal a generator.
Daniel wasn't Carter and he wasn't McKay, but he'd spent enough time around the former – and now the latter – to have picked up a little by osmosis. That had to be the only explanation. Hankering down on his knees, Daniel plunged in, only mildly surprised to see that the generator was some sort of modified alien technology. Particularly crystal technology.
An hour later, the deserted station was powered up.
Inside was still dreary and drab, even more so with the lights showing the rust and mildew and overgrowth of better days. Daniel didn't care about that. What he cared about were the observation screens and the cells which now had force field walls as their cell doors.
It was time to move their "prisoners" and time to get some answers.
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(frozen) [Kenzaki] Recovering
Date: 2006-09-25 01:10 am (UTC)Kenzaki was slowly recovering from his ordeal of the previous night. However, being active and only tired out from his experience meant that he didn't want to stay down like everybody wanted him to.
Besides, he'd dreamed of the King of Spades, who'd taunted him once *again* about his lingering ties to the human world. He'd resolutely ignored the other Undead.
So he'd escaped Ripuri's mother henning (something he was sure he'd hear about later) and started wandering, making sure everything was okay in the area. He was sure everybody knew about his ability to turn into Scarab Undead was out now, but he felt more comfortable roaming about in his human form during the day.
He stopped at the clearing that he, Mei-san, and Jon-kun had visited, hearing activity at the old bunker they'd found. Curious, he poked his head in, and was relieved to see just Jakkuson-san. "Jakkuson-san, good morning."
(frozen) [Jon] Insomniac
Date: 2006-09-25 09:57 pm (UTC)Finally Jon decided to pack in the whole idea. Sleep wasn't going to happen and he was damned if he was going to listen to whoever that was over there snoring all night. Re-running Simpsons episodes in his head was actually getting boring.
He slipped into his clothes and silently padded out of the room, closing the door with the smallest of clicks before heading to the control room. Either Daniel would be there, or whoever was would know where to find him - and there had better be someone in the control room. Heads would roll, otherwise.
Blaise looked up as he entered, but no archaeologist. Good on one count, bad on the other. Now he had to speak! Names didn't get the Ancient treatment though, didn't they?
Jon waved off whatever comment Blaise was making, kind of pissed that he was passing up on the chance to chat with someone who knew who/what he was. "Daniel?"
"Up at the jail."
Substituting a nod for voiced thanks, Jon ducked out as quickly as he'd entered. He wasn't going to be able to keep this up for long and with any luck he wouldn't have to, but.. he remembered the last time, and wishing for the Asgard to come save him was so contrary to Jon's way of thinking it wasn't funny. There hadn't been any damned head-grabber things here though, he was sure of it, so why the hell was he speaking in tongues - or a specific tongue? The fucking island, that's why.
Jon made his way to the blessedly empty kitchen and made up a large thermos of coffee, certain that if Daniel was still awake he'd be ready to down a gallon or two. The man could pull three all-nighters in a row if he put his mind to it and there was little to do about it bar monitor his sanity, which was all the better for caffeine. Jon packed the hot drink and some snacks in his back before heading out the back door to the smaller bunker, noting that someone else had passed that way recently - Daniel, surely. The area also bore the scars of yesterday's alien intrusion; hopefully that would remind the prisoners who was in charge, if and when they made this journey.
The sound of quiet voices drifted out of the jail bunker as he drew closer, almost making him turn around until he realized that they weren't speaking English but something Asian - Japanese then, which meant Ken, who couldn't understand him that easily in any case. Sweet. Ish.
After considering his options Jon decided to head inside anyway, though he'd stop short of volunteering his little problem unless it made itself known. Not that he wanted to hide anything from Daniel, but it had only happened the once - that you know of, a little voice pointed out (right before he squelched it). Not happening. Just get in there and help with.. stuff.
Jon stepped up to the entrance and knocked loudly, brandishing the thermos with a big grin despite all misgivings. "Morning, campers!"
OOC: he's not speaking Ancient right now.. will trickle more of that torture in later :)
(frozen) [Daniel] Always a Worker Bee
Date: 2006-09-26 01:00 am (UTC)"So are you," Jon said. He stared at Daniel as if waiting for something, and Daniel stared curiously back. "Coffee?"
"Coffee?" Daniel perked up at the word. The adrenaline fueled anger and frustration of the night were wearing off and coffee sounded like the perfect pick me up.
"Yeah, coffee. Just the thing for an overworked archaeologist who doesn't know when to quit."
"I can't afford to quit," Daniel corrected Jon, then wondered if the other realized that Daniel sounded remarkably like Jack. He held up a hand to forestall argument, "Just a minute, I wanted to ask Kenzaki a question."
Seeing that Jon was going to let him get a word in without criticizing his sleep habits -- or lack thereof -- Daniel turned to Kenzaki and addressed him in Japanese. "I'm actually glad to see you here this morning, Kenzaki. If you're feeling better, I have a question and a favor: are you able to transform anytime that you'd like or is it simply a nighttime thing? And if it's not a nighttime thing, would you be willing to be present at the interrogation of the prisoners? I think that the more intimidation we present, the more cooperative they will be."
(frozen) [Kenzaki] Never a drone
Date: 2006-09-26 10:07 pm (UTC)"My transformation is not limited to nighttime, Jakkuson-san," he said. "I just wished to avoid alarming people." He paused. "If you need me to be there, I will be there." He carefully left out his feelings on the matter, beacuse he didn't want to bother Jakkuson-san more than he had.
He looked over at Jon-kun, who was waiting to speak further with Jakkuson-san. "I should go and have breakfast. It would not be good for Ripuri to kill me for getting up on an empty stomach. Besides, I believe Jon-kun would like to speak to you."
Kenzaki stepped back, wondering why Jakkuson was so amused by his last statement.
(OOC: the -kun suffix is used for young males, as Kenzaki believes Jon is younger than he is. He is not quite calling Jon a kid, but it still is a term for someone male and younger than the speaker. I figure Daniel would be amused.)
(frozen) [Jon] No form of insect
Date: 2006-09-27 02:33 pm (UTC)"Nothing. Kenzaki is going find breakfast, that's all."
Jon's eyes narrowed. "Nothing? You're smiling. I witnessed no archaeological breakthrough just then, Jackson. There has to be something."
"We have lights, cameras, forcefields and coffee - the interrogation can move forward. What's not to smile about?" Daniel stated, slumping into a chair.
"You look like shit, that's what." He tore open a powerbar and handed it over, then poured a dose of coffee for himself. Daniel stared at the mug jealously; Jon smirked. "Nutrition before caffeine."
"Respect your elders," Daniel retorted half-heartedly, claiming the coffee anyway. "So what's the matter? We've already established that I don't need a caretaker."
Jon was tempted to point out that the smoke thing had already been spotted in these parts once and that Daniel was apparently blaming himself yesterday's catastrophe, burying himself in work as usual, but bit his tongue. New dog, new tricks.. occasionally. Except when the old ones came back to haunt him.
"Apparently I said something in a Latin-like, but not Latin, language."
Daniel's expression and posture jerked awake. "That's.."
"Bad. Very bad."
The other man took a bite of powerbar and chewed slowly. "But you're speaking English now."
"You tell me; I didn't have a clue. Still don't."
"It was a full sentence, not just odd words?"
"I guess so," the teenager threw his hands up in the air and fought the urge to pace. "Pierson just said that it wasn't Latin."
"And you were trying to say.. what?"
Like it mattered. "A rant against people who keep secrets, if I remember rightly."
Daniel nearly choked on his coffee, causing Jon to scowl, then grin. It was kind of funny.
"The Wraith couldn't feed on him," he offered by way of background information, hands now stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. "It said he tasted bad and he wouldn't tell me why. Feeding on Collins made the damned thing explode like some kind of hairy smurf! So I asked, he made some joke about tofu, and I.. spoke gibberish."
"And I'll bet you asked ever so politely too," Daniel commented blandly. "So, no urge to build a doohickey? No fron-ache?"
Jon threw an apple in response, which Daniel caught deftly. He signed irritably. "No, none of those. And no head-sucky things either, but that doesn't stop me worrying."
He pushed himself away from the wall abruptly, suddenly done with this whole talking thing that he'd never been good at in the first place. "So, prisoners? Interrogation?"
(frozen) [Raelle] Looking for a friendly face...
Date: 2006-09-29 12:04 pm (UTC)So, she wandered the corridor, looking for the lab. But, it was empty. That meant the next place to look would be wherever people were sleeping. However, that was not the room she found next.
"So, prisoners? Interrogation?" The words were soft, from beyond the doorway beside her, but they were audible enough. The young huntress paused and then moved towards the door, looking into the room.
Daniel sat there with Jon, coffee near to hand. Though her brows were still creased with some distress, she offered a smile. To be honest, it was a rather wry offering, more of a half-smile than a full one, but that was usual enough for her. Especially when she was feeling unsure.
"Forgive me for interrupting," she said, entering and giving the men a slight nod of greeting. "I was looking for Dr. McKay." She lifted her hands, cupping the pieces of the transponders. These two seemed to take leadership positions among the people here. And Daniel had that whole SGC thing going for him. "I have destroyed the Wraith transponders, so that they will not alert other Wraith in their hive ships to our presence. If this is Earth," and she wasn't sure she entirely believed that yet, "then it is unlikely there are any anywhere near here. However, if one wormhole can go awry, others may as well." She crossed to a table and laid the pieces down, cracked and shattered disks with microchips and now-darkened once-blinky lights. She regarded them seriously, though she half expected a dismissal. "I suggest, however, that we do the same with any of the Darts that have crashed and, if there are any still alive, that we confiscate their transponders and destroy them as well."
Something occurred to her, just then, and she let out a soft "Ah!" Her wry half-smile grew to a fuller one, head rolling a little with ironic embarrassment. "Forgive me. I do not think we have been properly introduced and, if we have... forgive my short memory. It has been... an eventful..." she looked about, "Night." Still day on Atlantis. One of the oddities of Stargate travel.
Her hands fell to her side and her shoulders straightened as she held herself to her full height—hardly more than five feet, perhaps five-foot-two—with the quiet dignity endemic to her people. "I am Raelle Kendrin. Of Athos."
(frozen) IC Revision
Date: 2006-09-29 01:35 pm (UTC)Broken transponders still in her hands, Raelle made her way carefully into the bunker.She stopped in the control room, it being the first room of note she'd found, and asked after Dr. McKay. The general response? Try the other bunker.
The other bunker?
Getting directions and taking a moment to shove the transponder pieces into her bag, she left the bunker and made her way through the woods. The directions would have been easier to follow in full day light, but there were enough footprints and broken foliage, even in the darkened forest, for her to track her way there.
So, she climbed down the hatch and wandered the corridor, looking for the her friend. But, it was empty. That meant the next place to look would be wherever people were sleeping. However, that was not the room she found next.
"So, prisoners? Interrogation?" The words were soft, from beyond the doorway beside her, but they were audible enough. The young huntress paused and then moved towards the door, looking into the room.
Daniel sat there with Jon, coffee near to hand. Though her brows were still creased with some distress, she offered a smile. To be honest, it was a rather wry offering, more of a half-smile than a full one, but that was usual enough for her. Especially when she was feeling unsure.
"Forgive me for interrupting," she said, entering and giving the men a slight nod of greeting. "I was looking for Dr. McKay." She lifted her bag, reaching in and pulling out some pieces from the transponders. These two seemed to take leadership positions among the people here. And Daniel had that whole SGC thing going for him. "I have destroyed the Wraith transponders, so that they will not alert other Wraith in their hive ships to our presence. If this is Earth," and she wasn't sure she entirely believed that yet, "then it is unlikely there are any anywhere near here. However, if one wormhole can go awry, others may as well." She crossed to a table and laid the pieces down, cracked and shattered disks with microchips and now-darkened once-blinky lights. She regarded them seriously, though she half expected a dismissal. "I suggest, however, that we do the same with any of the Darts that have crashed and, if there are any still alive, that we confiscate their transponders and destroy them as well."
Something occurred to her, just then, and she let out a soft "Ah!" Her wry half-smile grew to a fuller one, head rolling a little with ironic embarrassment. "Forgive me. I do not think we have been properly introduced and, if we have... forgive my short memory. It has been... an eventful..." she looked about, "Night." Still day on Atlantis. One of the oddities of Stargate travel.
Her hands fell to her side and her shoulders straightened as she held herself to her full height—hardly more than five feet, perhaps five-foot-two—with the quiet dignity endemic to her people. "I am Raelle Kendrin. Of Athos."
(frozen) [Jon] Athos?
Date: 2006-09-29 10:23 pm (UTC)"Jon Murphy and Daniel Jackson of.. Earth," he stated blandly, pointing appropriately while Daniel slurped yet more coffee. There wouldn't be any left soon, damn it. "McKay's back at the main bunker, snoring like a trumpet."
Either way, Wraith transponders sounded like something he didn't want to hear about. "Does smashing those things actually work?"
Raelle nodded, and Jon grinned. Finally: something that responded positively to concussive maintenance (not to mention a really good excuse to escape questions, now that he'd successfully unburdened himself). "You wanna hand?"
(frozen) Re: [Jon] Athos?
Date: 2006-09-30 06:10 am (UTC)Her eyes tracked to Daniel Jackson, however. "Daniel Jackson." It was a greeting tacked on to the one to Jon, but not as an afterthought by any means. It merely lacked any preamble, which was also typical enough of her. She studied the archaeologist for a moment. He was a member of the celebrated SG-1, wasn't he? The one several of the women in the Altantis Expedition had mentioned to her. Repeatedly. Huhn. While she could concede he was attractive, he looked rather weary to her eye, like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though, perhaps that was just the fatigue of the night past wearing on him.
Turning back to Jon, since he was the one that seemed to be the most interested in talking, Raelle gave a simple nod. "I would appreciate the help, yes. I need to find Dr. McKay and then we need to find the Dart that crashed. As you are more familiar with this place than I, I would very much welcome your aid." Particularly since she knew McKay had the tracking skills of wood block and the wilderness survival instincts of an air-drowned fish. Put him in a lab, and he would reign as king. In the woods? Not so much. That was her domain, not his.
She put the broken transponder pieces back into her bag. The microcells and microchips could likely be salvaged, if McKay really wanted. She doubted he would, but stranger things had happened. (Particularly to him.) The Dart systems would be more valuable. But, only if their 'concussive maintenance'... or whatever other technomagic McKay decided to work, was successful at disabling the in-craft transponder.
Of course, the laptop velcro'ed in its case to her pack would likely help. She just had to wonder if, once given over to McKay, she'd ever see it again. Hmm. She just might have to make a point of that.
Turning her smile on Daniel, then, she gave something of a formal nod that was very nearly a half-bow. "It is good to meet you, Doctor. If you do not require Jon Murphy, I believe we should attend to this as soon as we can. If you will excuse us?"
She glanced then to Jon and stepped back, expecting he would lead the way.
(frozen) [Jon] Onwards and technobabblewards
Date: 2006-09-30 03:34 pm (UTC)"So what, we pick up McKay first?" he grinned maliciously, remembering the man's loud snores.
"Jon.." Daniel warned.
"Just thinking that we should get more coffee on the way," he replied innocently, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone - not even Raelle, with that dignified/calm look on her face. "I'll see if we can borrow a couple of those Wraith stunners too, huh? Just in case."
Daniel shooed them out tiredly, but Jon was having none of it.
"We're headed to the bunker and so are you, remember? Bed, or at least rest. Prisoners too, clean-up, yadda yadda." He indicated the door. "C'mon. I wouldn't want you to collapse from exhaustion halfway there."
(frozen) [Raelle] What is it about Earther scientists?
Date: 2006-09-30 07:40 pm (UTC)Shouldering her pack, she stepped to the side of the door, making a point of waiting for Daniel to precede both her and Jon from the room—no matter how reluctantly he did so.
(frozen) [McKay] Not an insomniac
Date: 2006-09-26 05:31 pm (UTC)(frozen) [McKay] Homecoming
Date: 2006-09-25 01:56 am (UTC)Rodney returned to the facility, his feet dragging. The adrenaline had passed, and now, the only thing that kept him awake was the fact that he was, indeed, moving. In his hand, a pistol rested, no holster for it yet.
He walked slowly, his steps took him towards the control room, and poking his head in, searched for Daniel, or any face he'd consider friendly. He didn't know that Daniel was trying his hand at crystal technology (a skill that took him time to learn, much less perfect, and he had a PhD in mechanical engineering), and if he had known, would be more than a little put out...
Ah well...
Bed called, and he was interested in answering that particular call, and unless something required his attention (coupled with a cup of coffee put into his hand), he was more than ready for dreamland.
(frozen) [George] Test Cases
Date: 2006-09-25 07:02 am (UTC)George studied the bodies. They had souls. George could feel them, now that she was close. She hadn't been sure of that before. She kicked the nearest torso. "Get up!"
The wraith's ghost (and how was that for a weird construction?) sat up with a hiss, oriented on George and sprang at her. George smacked it upside the head with Sweet Reason. The ghost went sprawling. "Knock it off, you asshole! You're dead!"
The wraith scrambled up and leaped at her again. George bitch slapped it across the face several times. "I said knock it off! You may have been some hot shit when you were alive, but you're my bitch now!"
The wraith stood unmoving for a moment, not so much cowed as badly confused. It looked down at the heap of bodies, then at George. "That's right, you're dead. Dead! Speaka de English? Ou-yay are-a ead-day! Do you get it now?"
"Impossible!" the wraith said. George rolled her eyes and sighed. She looked over the pile of bodies, then leaned over and picked up one of the heads. She held it up for the wraith to see. "This," George said, "this is you. This is your brain. This is your brain on...nevermind."
Seeing his own severed head in George's hand really took the wind out of the wraith's sails. From there it was all downhill. George didn't bother being gentle with him, she just ran him through the drill as fast as she could manage.
When he had vanished into the afterlife, George turned to the pile of corpses again. Now that she'd done it once and had an idea of how they would react, she was ready to ride herd on several at once. She waded into the pile, kicking at bodies or shaking a shoulder or an arm here and there.
"Wakey-wakey! Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep--God, you have no idea how sorry--but the time for dirt naps is over. You've got places to be, things to repent, eternal torments to suffer. Let's get cracking!"
(frozen) Re: [George] Test Cases
Date: 2006-09-28 11:57 am (UTC)The question came from the trees not far beyond the pile of Wraith corpses. Emerging otherwise silently from between the trunks, Raelle's head was canted slightly to the left as she observed the exceedingly strange antics of the blonde Earther. For her own part, she'd rather faded into the woodwork for a while in the aftermath of the Wraith attack. McKay had passed out in some room somewhere in the bunker. But, Raelle's body was still set to Atlantis time, which meant night here had still been 'day' for her. So, she'd gone out to try to figure out just where the hell she was.
She wasn't at all successful, in that regard. And it frustrated her. Still, she wasn't the type to take it out on others, particularly strangers.
Of course, the young Athosian could hardly be expected to see the ghost of a Wraith. (How's that for something of an oxymoron? 'Ghost' of a Wraith?! Huhn.) And, to be fair, the only 'reapers' she'd had the unwelcome privilege of meeting before now were typically in the guise of the corpses the blonde was now assaulting peculiarly. So, to say that George's behaviour perplexed Raelle was something of an understatement.
"We do not wish them to awake. Nor... I should think... will they." She could no longer sense their minds. They were dead. She was sure of it.
And thank the Ancestors for that.
(frozen) [George] Test Cases
Date: 2006-09-29 02:50 am (UTC)"What does it look like I'm doing?" George asked, keeping a firm grip on two of the dead wraith spirits. They were hostile and confused, but also strangely subdued.
"It looks," the other woman said, "as if you are attempting to wake the dead."
The last of the Wraiths sat up, spotted the other woman and lunged for her. George snagged the ghost by its long white hair. "Forget it," she snarled. "You're dead. You had your chance and you blew it."
The Wraith snarled and tried again to leap forward. George held onto its hair with one hand and slapped the back of its head with the other. "No do-overs! You lost. Get over it!"
George glanced up at...Raelle, that was it. Raelle. She glanced up at Raelle, who was watching her with wide eyes. "I'm reaping their souls. Sending them off to the afterlife." She shrugged. "It's what I do."
Not that she was certain they deserved it. Since crashing on this island George had developed an appreciation for Rube's practice of giving the reapers minimal information about their targets. When you knew next to nothing about someone, you weren't tempted to make value judgements about them.
(frozen) Re: [George] Test Cases
Date: 2006-09-29 03:36 am (UTC)The Wraith have souls?
Raelle looked clearly skeptical, a brow arched dryly. And yet, she could concede, since she'd spent far too much time in the Atlantis labs not to, that there was human DNA in their genetic make-up. That being the case... Perhaps they did have souls.
Still, the very thought offended her.
However, that was hardly the blonde woman's fault. Thus, showing her usual restraint, Raelle simply let out a short chuff of air to dismiss the very idea. "I see."
She regarded the woman for another moment, watching her wrestling with the air. She could not sense the Wraith, herself. If they did have souls, and the souls were truly there before her, she certainly couldn't see them. As far as she could tell...
George was another crazy Earther. Like Sgt. Torin, perhaps. Or... what was her name? Deirdre. That was it. Deirdre. That creepy psychoanalyst with the odd constellation myths.
She gave the woman a faint, somewhat reserved half-smile and knelt down by the bodies to begin stripping their forearms of the armlets common to them all. "I need to gather the transponders," she told her by way of explanation. "So that they do not send out a signal that will bring a hive ship down upon us."
She did not rifle through their clothing, nor did she search them for other valuables. There was nothing of theirs she particularly wanted. Nothing but the armlets...
Those, she gathered. Slipping a knife out of her boot then, she glanced up to the Reaper. "What planet is this?" Odd question? Maybe. But, the woman fell through a vortex in the middle of the night. She has cause to be a little mixed up.
Taking the knife, she proceeded to methodically pry the transponders from the armlets, taking care to smash the small disks beyond repair.
(frozen) [George] Test Cases
Date: 2006-09-29 04:24 am (UTC)(She took it a lot more calmly than most people do,) George thought. (But then, wherever she came from, she deals with these guys all the time.)
When Raelle knelt and began taking 'transponders' from the Wraiths, to prevent any hive ships (and whatever that meant, it didn't sound good) from showing up, George just said, "Uh...good idea."
Then Raelle asked "What planet is this?"
George paused in her Wraith wrangling. "Earth," she said. "You're on earth." She watched Raelle carefully destroying the transponders for a moment, then gave her charges a shake. "Let's go, boys."
To Raelle, George said, "I've gotta send these bozos on their way. I'll, uh, I'll catch you later, I guess. Bye." She walked toward the treeline, herding the ghosts before her.
EXIT GEORGE
(frozen) [Raelle] /This/ is Earth?!
Date: 2006-09-29 11:41 am (UTC)Raelle's head came up at George's confirmation and she looked around at the dark jungle and black soil about her. Her brows creased again, her expression betraying her thoughts—which generally ranged from Oh, crap to You have got to be kidding me...
But, George did not wait for her to voice her skepticism, distress, or incredulity. Instead, she continued to herd the unseen ghosts into the forest. For a moment, she wondered what Halling would think about that particular spiritual practice. Perhaps, just as soon as Dr. McKay figured out how to get them out of here, she'd ask him.
"Thank you," she called softly after the blonde. Then, she gathered up the pieces of the broken transponders and rose to her feet.
Once more, her eyes surveyed the environment. Her gaze swept up to the sky, distress on her face in the unguarded moment of solitude. It coalesced into a tight expression of resolve, however, as her gaze fell back down to Earth, to the bunker.
"I need to find Dr. McKay," she decided, the words soft on her lips.
So. Into the bunker, it is. Perhaps someone there will know where he is.
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Date: 2006-09-26 11:20 pm (UTC)IC: ENTER AIDEN
Aiden had now come to the conclusion that she wasn't going to be sleeping tonight. She sighed. This was not the kind of place she wanted to pull an all nighter, or the circumstances. No, in her opnion this was the kind of nightmareland she'd rather sleep through. But things were as they were.