[Shannon] Sorry, Charlie....

[sinanju]

Who: Shannon-in-Charlie
When: Day 29, 1 p.m. (approx.)
Where: The Storage Room
Invited: Shannon/Charlie, a Very Special Guest Star, anyone else
Status: Complete

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[Jack]

[purplerhino]

Jack, too, recognized that stench. He looked around the door and winced, paling a bit. Like Blaise, he had seen much, witnessed much. Hell, he'd most likely done as much as Sayid in the interrogation field. This was just... and it was likely someone they all knew.

He reached for his wrist and suddenly realized George had his wristcom on his body.

"Right. Doctor Jackson. Be right back." Jack upholstered his revolver and handed it to Blaise, unaware of any reservation he might have in Ami. After all, the man was military. "Watch you back."

Jack heard the whine behind him and scooped up the puppy as he took off. He'd always liked dogs, and this little gal had been frightened enough.

"Doctor Jackson! Danny!" Jack half skidded around the corner as he headed to the last place he'd seen the Doctor's form.

He saw him moving away from a bunch of people talking to May. No, may was in the asian guy. No time for that.

He shoved Oorie into Rose's arms. "Watch her and STAY HERE." He issued the order in George's voice, but the command was clear.

"Daniel, you have to come with me. NOW." He grabbed the man's arm. "Someone get George. She's in my body. Send her to storage closet the end of second left. Send the Doctor or House as well. No one else come down there, or I'll kneecap them."

[Scott] Wha?

[starborn_scribe]

Some sort of commotion in the hall woke Scott from a restless sleep. (Ami?) The silence in his head and general malaise reminded him that he was still stuck in House's body. "Fuck," he muttered.

Footsteps pounded past his and Ami's room.

"Ami?" Scott wrenched his eyes open and sat up. He was alone.

Despite being completely and utterly un-psychic at the moment, Scott's gut told him that something was wrong. Ignoring his various aches and pains he grabbed House's cane and made his way to the door. The hall on the other side was quiet, so Scott opened the door and stuck his head out. He looked around, wanting to call for Ami, but hesitated. If there was trouble, he didn't want to draw it to him in his currently defenseless state.

[Blaise] Did I Mention I'm Psychic Now?

[sinanju]

The revolver felt wrong in his hand. It took a moment for Blaise to recognize that it felt too big; Ami's hand's were smaller than his. Still, better to have it than not. Just in case--

--Blaise was leaning against a door, the metal cool against his skin. It was pitch black and he was terrified and screaming as claws and teeth tore him apart--

--and Rodney was staring at a computer monitor, eyes wide with fear. "It's not working," he mumbled, typing frantically. "It's not working!"--

--Walt Lloyd clung to his father's hand, leaning backward, trying to pull him along. "We have to go, dad! We have to go now!"--

--The signal fire, neglected after a month with no results, gutters out in the rain. Heavy cloud cover blots out the stars. Darkness envelops the camp. And then the screaming starts--

--The Doctor pauses in the middle of chaos to address the stranger in their midst. "Hello, Hiro Nakamura. I'm the Doctor. Now run for your life!" And suiting words to deeds, the Doctor does just that--

--Strangers groan and sit up in the jungle, sleepy-eyed and wondering, beneath a massive stone carved like a great mushroom five feet high and ten feet across. Blaise doesn't know any of them. But he will--

--Blaise is running, along with everyone else, fleeing from they know not what. Behind them sounds of destruction. They run, spilling things as they go--those who are carrying burdens--with no idea how far away safety might lie--

--A great bonfire burns on the beach in a new camp. Survivors huddle around it as if their lives depend upon it. Many faces are missing. Some are new. All are haunted--

--George stands on the beach, arms crossed, staring out at the rising sun. Ami is beside her. Behind them a camp rises. George turns to Ami. "Isn't this where we started?"

--Blaise woke up with people clustered around him. He was lying on the floor...by the door of the storage room. He felt warm, tacky blood on his outstretched arm and soaking into the back of his--Ami's--shirt. "What--what happened?"

"You fainted."

[Aeryn]

[tweets]

(OOC: Sis, I'm bringing John along, hope you don't mind?)

Aeryn looked up as the sound of a distressed dog reached her ears.

"What was that?" she glanced to John, seeing a puzzled look in his eyes.

"That, my dear, is a dog. Furry thing, usually only makes noises like that when there's trouble."

The two of them stood, working as one to create a movement that looked more like a dance. Aeryn took her peacekeeper pistol and holstered it, then she took one of the handguns and slid it into her waistband, then grabbed her coat.

John, on the other hand, touched Winona, then reached for another pistol. Just in case.

Together, they moved into the corridor, led by the whimpering of the dog, but as they grew closer, Aeryn paused, then licked her lips and put out a warning hand to slow John down. "I smell blood." she whispered. "Lots of blood and death."

She'd caused many massacres in her time, leading the peacekeeper troops under her command. But even in that there was mercy. This smelt like a butcher's job.

Cautiously they now approached and Aeryn made sure not to stand in the slick blood that pooled on the floor. "What happened?" she asked of the first person she saw.

[Scott, NPC Ripley]

[starborn_scribe]

Movement further down the hallway from his and Ami's room drew Scott's attention. DI Tyler -- (No, Ripley) -- loped toward him. She/he looked like she'd just finished working out. Her short hair was tousled and sweat-dampened, and her shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. Scott didn't remember seeing the DI with a gun in a shoulder holster, but was glad to see that Ripley had it. Her somber expression didn't bode well.

"Scott," she said quietly. "Get Ami. We're gathering in the small cafeteria."

Scott gulped. "Ami's not here. What's going on?"

"Someone's dead. Messily." Ripley pushed the door open and pulled one of House's arms around Sam's shoulders. "C'mon."

Nodding, Scott limped along as fast as he could. He prayed that Ami had gotten to the cafeteria safely.

[Ami]

[fikgirl]

It was hard to ignore the screams and the growing stench of blood assaulting the senses and being pumped in through the ventilation system as part of their recycled air. Ami hovered indecisively, wanting to charge forth and help and being half terrified.

Plus, what could she do? She might have Blaise's body, but she didn't have his skills.

She was distracted by DI Tyler leading Scott-in-House in her direction.

"Daniel wants us all to go the cafeteria," the body language and tone reminded Ami that it was Ripley, not Tyler.

Ami automatically moved to Scott's other side to offer him support and assitance. "What? Why? What's happened?"

(Or should that be what else has happened?)

[Scott, Ripley, Ami]

[starborn_scribe]

SCOTT, RIPLEY, and AMI have EXITED to the waiting in the cafeteria thread.