[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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[Blaise] At the Crime Scene

[sinanju]

Blaise was back on his feet now, well aware of the blood drying on his arm and soaking the back of his shirt. Aeryn and John were standing with him, surveying the scene. Aeryn had asked what happened

[Aeryn]

[tweets]

Aeryn's glimpses of the massacre were all she needed, despite her own past. She watched while Blaise, John and George hovered in the doorway, then she turned to the others.

"There's not much I can do until they're finished" she said, looking pointedly at the Doctor (Daniel-in-Doctor). "What can I do to help, until the clean-up?"

[Daniel] Ghost Story

[sinanju]

Daniel nodded his head toward the end of the corridor. "Go up there and keep anyone else from coming down here unless we ask for them. There's not much to be done yet, and gawkers won't help."

"Also," Daniel continued, "let people know that...Charlie is dead. Don't tell them he was killed, just that he's dead and we're investigating. I know that we can't keep it secret long, and I don't plan to, but at this point we have no answers to give to all the questions a murder would raise."

"We have no idea who--"

"Or what," Blaise interrupted in Ami's voice. "Definitely what."

"--or what," Daniel agreed. "Nor how or why. We'll provide answers as soon as we have them."

"Alright," Aeryn said, "You've got it."

Daniel turned to Blaise. "'Or what?' What do you know?"

Blaise looked uncomfortable. "You know that Ami has--she's psychic." Daniel nodded encouragingly. Blaise blew out a big breath and started talking.

"I had a--I guess you'd call it a vision." Blaise laughed humorlessly. "Well, not a vision, technically--it was pitch black. But

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

[sinanju]

"What else?" Daniel asked.

"I saw...other things," Blaise said. "Mostly just fragments. Rodney in the lab, getting worked up over something not working. Lots of running and shouting and screaming, both here and back on the beach."

Blaise hesitated. "I don't know what, exactly, is coming--but I'm pretty sure something unpleasant is coming our way."

He glanced into the storage room. "And I think this is connected to it."

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

Following Daniel hurriedly, Isabel's first urge had been to throw up when the mess which used to be Charlie's body was revealed. She'd ducked around the corner, retching but somehow managing not to actually vomit. Once she'd calmed down, she rejoined the group, although the sight of the mess still made the gore want to rise from her stomach.

"I'm pretty sure something unpleasant is coming our way," Blaise-in-Ami was saying. "And I think this is connected to it."

"I think something unpleasant is already here," Isabel pointed out. "Or was very recently. Or still is, somewhere."

OOC question

[starborn_scribe]

Would the Winchester boys know what a grue is? If so, I can have them demand to be let closer to witness the carnage.

Re: OOC question

[sinanju]

That's a good question. They're from an alternate reality, so...who knows? This is as good a time as any to lay out some details. So IF they know about Grues, this is what they know:

Grues exist only in complete darkness. They don't run from light, or suffer any pain/injury from light. They simply don't exist where there is any light. They're extra-dimensional critters which only manifest in complete darkness. Nobody has ever seen one--nor ever will.

They're essentially intangible save for the claws and teeth, so it's basically impossible to fight one off. The only real defense is creating light--a candle flame, a lighter, glowing embers, even a particularly bright LED alarm clock.

Note that a Grue will not necessarily show up any time someone is in complete blackness--it's only possible that it will. And you'll generally sense its presence by that hair-raising sense of being closely observed before it attacks. So keep your lighter/matches/flashlight handy....

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

Okay, Jack looked on as George stripped off his shirt. He was glad he worked out

[Daniel]

[fikgirl]

Daniel politely stepped to the side to allow Jack-in-George supporting what he supposed was Shannon's soul (spirit? ghost?) and to allow George-in-Jack closer. He looked around at the assembled. "We don't need House here. He can't do anything to help Shan - Char - this body. Not anymore.

"And we don't need any gawking or standing around. What we do need is someone who can do quick forensics, the Doctor would be a good choice, I think, and then we need to clean up crew. If anyone here has a weak stomach or can't help, you need to go to the cafeteria. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Can I?" Faith cocked her head toward the room. "I do have a little experience with ugly, horrible and pretty messed up."

Daniel nodded his agreement. As Faith gripped the wall and began to tug off her shoes, Daniel reminded May and Hiro. He included Isabel in his gaze and question, "Did our newcomer get off to the cafeteria?"

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

"I pointed him in the right direction," Isabel said, eyeing the sticky, bloody footprints which faded out along Jack's path. She extended a hand toward them and started eradicating the bloodstains from the floor. She couldn't make the blood disappear, of course, but she could convert it into much more inert substances which would sweep up easily as dust. "I can go back and check, if you like?"

Daniel nodded, and she finished dealing with the last of the bloody footprints. The main pool of it would be best cleared up using more conventional means. Converting that much blood into powder would likely set everyone coughing as they started inhaling it.

"A shame I don't have that marvellous language gift from the TARDIS," she said, "but I'll see what I can do. I can always pick him up and carry him there if he's really lost." She turned and headed back toward the cafeteria.

EXIT ISABEL.

OOC: Where did Hiro really go?

Re: [Isabel]

[fikgirl]

AFAIK, Hiro is still in that thread (whichever one it is) that we pulled Daniel, Faith and Isabel out of.

[George]

[sinanju]

(Little wonder people thought I was crazy,) George thought, watching Jack talk to thin air. (Jack sure looks crazy, interacting with someone who isn't there.)

"Shannon, you did die," George said to the empty air where she assumed Shannon was. "Jack, you need to try to keep her calm and show her the way, uh--the way out."

Jack just raised his--her--eyebrows.

"When she's ready to go, it'll be real obvious. 'Walk toward the light' isn't just a cliche."

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

"What do you mean, I died? I'm right here." Shannon was getting even more hystarical.

"Look, Shannon, I'm sorry but George is right. I'm afraid Charlie's body is back there. You died. I know it isn't easy to accept. BELIEVE me I know. It's more than a shock, and you're lost and more than a little confuse, angry and scared. But it doesn't change anything. You died, and George really is a Reaper. You're just waiting to go to the other side. Like George just said."

Jack didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Other than Shannon.

"Charlie's body? Charlie's? Well... he's in mine right? I want mine back. He's doing... things... to my body. He's a disgusting little creep. He can just get out and I go back. It's only fair, right? I mean, it's HIM who died... not me."

[George]

[sinanju]

"What?" George asked. "What's she saying?"

After Jack had translated for her, George said, "Sorry, Shannon, but if Charlie was dead, we'd be talking to him. It sucks, but that's how it is."

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

"Tell her the only reason I'm here is because of the body swap thing, which is so freaky and disgusting and sci-fi." Shannon was taking deep 'breaths' and was building up a head of steam. "So if you just pull HIM out of my body, I'll jump right back in where I belong."

Jack reapeated her word for word to George. "I don't think you can put someone back if you pull them out. I'm new to this."

"Great, to add insult to all this, I get shuffled off by an amature. I can't even get qualified death people. This island is hell. We've all died and gone to hell. So then if I'm already dead I can't die again. I want my fucking body back. Now." She actually stomped her foot.

Jack was inappropriately amused, and had to try for his best poker face. He hoped it worked on George.

"Hardly an amature. I've sent off more than a few souls." Of course he unusally did it by bullets, energy blasts, or other assorted weaponry.

[George]

[sinanju]

"Nice try," George said. She thought about her own death, and her attempt to convince Betty and Rube to take someone else.

"Well, can't you take someone else?" George had asked. "An old person, or that homeless guy? I won't tell anyone!"

Betty had thought about it for a moment. "Okay."

"Really?" George asked excitedly.

"No," Betty had said. Bitch.

"It doesn't work that way," George said. "When you're dead, you're...." George hesitated. Something Shannon had said (through Jack) struck a chord. Before she could pin it down, Jack replied to something else Shannon said--something about amateurs.

"Welcome to my world," George told Jack.

For the first time since that morning George was glad to have swapped places with Jack. Letting Jack deal with Shannon was a lot better than having to deal with her personally. "Until she settles down and accepts reality, you get to babysit her. Have fun!"