[Daniel] Day 20: Debriefing (open tag)

[fikgirl]

Daniel waited quietly, going over the notes in front of him, while waiting for everyone to have some breakfast and get on the same page. The notes were simply a way to organize his thoughts and a list of questions he wanted to ask, systems that needed to be investigated, observations that he'd made about the prisoners and the facility.

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[Mayday] It's ancient ... and it's alien (open tag)

[weirdweb]

May sipped her orange juice, gauging the reactions in the room. Everyone else looked supremely bored at the revelation, but... it made sense, really. Aliens seemed to fit the explanation for most of the technological weirdness of the past few days. "I wish Dad were here," she mumured, thinking aloud. "He'd be in geek heaven."

She racked up another language on the list of languages Daniel spoke as Jon mentioned the Gaelic. English, Japanese, Aramaic, something that wasn't Japanese (whatever that other couple in the clearing spoke), and now Gaelic. She'd intended to get the Doctor the other night, but it was probably best that she'd run into Daniel instead given his linguistic skills. /How many languages does this guy speak already?/ She took another gulp of her orange juice as Sam asked about Faith.

"Wishful thinking. I'd love to tell Dean that he hooked up with E.T."

May nearly spit out her drink at that, but saved herself from hosing Jon and Daniel down and nearly choked instead. "You okay?" Jon asked.

She swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Bad timing. Not funny," she added at Sam's smile. Somehow, the citrus hitting her sinuses must have kick-started her brain because something important occurred to her. "But seriously, with all this talk of aliens, has anyone figured out exactly where we are? On Earth, I'm assuming, but beyond that? The way we got dumped here, we don't really have a point of reference."

[Dean] Whew, that was close! (open tag)

[aliencrabcakes]

Dean arrived back at the cafeteria and got himself another cuppa joe. Putting on his best 'I'm ready for anything' look, he settled down to business just as May finished asking her question. At that moment, they heard a loud crack from Tara's room and the lights flickered momentarily. "Not only that, but what we gonna do about Ms. Random Acts of Witchery? I don't know about you, but I sure don't want to be walking down the hallway and have one of her bolts hit me in the ass."

May scowled at Dean. "Would serve you right." May wasn't too happy about Dean's callous comment about Tara's critical condition.

"What? I'm just saying. Sounds like they might be getting worse. At least we should cut off any electricity to her room in case she arcs again. It might take the whole place out next time."

"Huh, lughead's actually using the proper organ to think with for once." Rodney said.

ooc: out till much later tonight.

[Molly] Whew, that was close! (open tag)

[purplerhino]

Molly chewed her lip. There might be an answer to Tara's 'misfiring' and her own bone deep wariness. Tara had absorbed so much of Molly's energy, she had almost inadvertently killed her. Elves WERE magic. It was part of their physical make up, as much as blood and bone and flesh.

To others Molly looked tired and paler than usual. Her hair seemed a bit duller than usual, and even her eyes seemed somehow diminished.

But if Molly could actually work a reversal, to absorb Tara's magic, like she could absorb the magic of a storm... She might be able to leech away the force behind the magical blips.

"I'm all for cutting power. She doesn't need another round as a lightening rod. But I think I might be able to do something to help diminish the discharges. I'm not sure."

[Doctor] It's ancient ... and it's alien (open tag)

[purplerhino]

The Doctor smirked at the mention of aliens. He’d long since stopped even pretending with this lot. And no one had treated him any differently. Of course some thought he was barmy. Maybe he was. But for the most part this lot were a good sort. Across the table Ripley was listening to Daniel attentively while sharpening her claws on a whetstone. Yeah, some non-humans were more obvious than others. Scott still kept himself hidden, and he was welcome to his secret. So did Molly. She wasn’t totally human, but he hadn’t a clue what species she was crossed with.

Rose cleared her throat at Damon’s suggestion of looking at files, and Daniel’s deferring to the ‘subjects’. “You can see mine. I don’t know what they did. But another hand at figurin out what it was and why can only help, yeah?”

The Doctor found himself reaching for her hand and feeling the warm, comfort of her touch. He gave a squeeze of support. But he didn’t fool himself into thinking he was only being supportive of Rose. No, he was going to need her support as well. Because he couldn’t tell her what had been done just yet. He would, eventually. But he had to get a handle on his own response to it first.

“As for where we are,” he spoke up, “Earth definitely. South of the equator, the Pacific Ocean. East of Australia and West of California. Rodney has the coordinates on his computer. He plotted it out using star positions for the distress call. There has to be a map here somewhere. And it’s 2004, in case that’s not when your from.”

Across the table Ripley snorted back a laugh.