001 [lobby] deus ex machina

[notaredshirt]

"No, we're the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815."

Boone's mouth dropped open in shock for a moment. He could hear Locke yelling for him to get out and get out now, and once more there was the horrible whining of the Beechcraft as it tipped forward again. He looked to the side, trying to come up with a response to the transmission, determined to do

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[afraidofnothing]

Not being certain of much, Cara was mostly trying to deal with her situation. Things were far more complicated than she was used to and things didn't seem to become 'easier' as many had insisted that it would. She couldn't just learn everything she needed overnight and it was foolish for people to just accept that she would.

Frustrated was an emotion that Cara was growing far too used to. There was no one to simply strike down and insist that they show her how to do things. Of course, even if there had been someone to show her, she would still need to learn it and despite being a quick study, there was the daunting feeling that she would never learn enough.

Granted, learning about how people managed to find their way into this place was growing more curious. Take the man that simple... fell from the sky. It seemed a painful way of travel, something that perhaps a wizard could've managed, however she had heard that the "Gods" were responsible. Surely, they had a better means of granting people access to this world.

"Are you alright? It looked like that hurt a lot more than it possibly should have. This floor is quite hard." She was enunciating a bit too much, probably trying to help the poor boy understand her. Perhaps he wasn't educated... it seemed he didn't know how to bath himself at least.

[notaredshirt]

Boone startled slightly at Cara's question, staring at her with a fairly standard deer in the headlights look on his face. It was like his brain had just stopped functioning, although admittedly, considering the number of times it had been smashed against something today, it really couldn't be blamed for trying to shut down a little bit.

"'m fine," he managed, wiping a line of blood out of his eyes with a shaky hand. It was a pretty massive lie, in that it would be clear to any outside observer that the bruised and battered young man should probably be on his way to the emergency room, but Boone was sticking to it for now. He looked around at the lobby again, which was starting to swim a little bit in front of his eyes. "What's going on?"

[afraidofnothing]

Well, at least Cara could understand him. She could see that he was injured, that there was serious damage at the very least to some part of him.

"You're injured. I'm unsure of what happened before you arrived here, but you're really bleeding all over the floor now. Possibly from the fall."

[notaredshirt]

He shook his head, which really just made the overwhelming feeling of dizziness worse, so he stopped, pausing a moment before attempting to talk again.

"I was... there was this plane, on a cliff and it slid off." For a moment, the groan of the metal as it had lurched forward rang in his ears and he winced, gritting his teeth and slowly swallowing before continuing. "I was in it, but I ended up here..."

He looked around the lobby again, not really looking back at Cara as he said "I think I'm dead."

[afraidofnothing]

Of course, for Cara he had just said plain, as in a large open field, so the cliff made perfect sense to her. It also meant that he was a moron and had leapt into something that clearly transported him here.

"You aren't dead. Just taken hostage by unknown deities that happen to find this situation hilarious."

[notaredshirt]

"Ummm... what?" This day just couldn't get any weirder. He should have known the second Locke shook him awake at some godforsaken hour in the morning to go off to look for the beechcraft that it was going to be beyond his life's usual level of weirdness.

[afraidofnothing]

Her brow knit up in confusion, because she was certain that she had spoken plainly and clearly.

Lifting up an eyebrow, she glanced at him, "You've been taken..." her hand gestured for something that she hoped was universal for 'taken' with her hand picking up nothing at all and moving to the other side of herself. "Possibly after you jumped off..." her eyebrows lifted up as she made her fingers walk across an open palm, "... the cliff."

Sighing, she narrowed her gaze at him, "You are not alone, there are a lot of us here. We've all been taken too." Though, not all of them had jumped...

[notaredshirt]

"I didn't jump, I fell," he said, his tone changing from just outright confused to one a lot more similar to a grumpy six year old trying to explain himself.

"I have to get back." He took a cautious step forward, not exactly sure where he was going. "How do you get out of here?"

[afraidofnothing]

Letting her arms fold across her chest, her hip shifted her weight a bit on her frame. Glancing to him, she almost scoffed, but she assumed that given his recent arrival and the possible injury to his head, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

"We all would like to leave, but none of us have sorted out a way just yet. I'm fairly certain you're going to be here a while."

[notaredshirt]

He swore under his breath, rubbing at his eyes and wincing as he pulled at one of the cuts. "Where is here?"

[afraidofnothing]

Tilting her head, she nearly wanted to go over there and swat his hands away from his injuries, he was only making them worse. Pursing her lips, she stood her ground, not getting near the clearly hostile man.

"El Dorado. It's in the sky." Cara relayed the information with about as much annoyance to the situation as could be expected. She was not happy to be there.

[notaredshirt]

He nodded slowly, his head throbbing painfully as he did so. "Okay." That really wasn't that much weirder then crazy island in the middle of no where with hatches that couldn't be opened and polar bears and monsters.

... okay, maybe it was. But still.

[afraidofnothing]

Glancing to him, she tilted her head, "Okay? You're fine with the situation and you've decided that your response is... okay?"

Shaking her head, she exhaled, rather loudly, "At least let me help you with your injuries. You seem to be in horrible shape."

[notaredshirt]

Boone just shrugged. He didn't know what else he was supposed to say. This was probably just some kind of dream or something, so he might as well go along with it rather then trying to argue with one of the other inhabitants.

He let out a thready chuckle. If how he felt was any indication of how he looked, the woman's analysis was probably right. "Sure. Thanks."

[afraidofnothing]

Taking a breath, Cara glanced around, "You need your thing." She had already forgotten what it was called, but Sophie had shown her how to use it at least. Not that she used it.

"You can talk to people with it. The woman at the table, she'll give you that and a key for your room. They're important."

[notaredshirt]

Boone looked around and caught sight of the receptionist, who smiled blandly at him. Through the haze brought on by the head injury, he realized suddenly he must look really out of place just standing here covered in blood and dirt. It had been a long time since he'd been in a building and had an actual hot shower.

He took a couple steps forward, slowly picking up the pace as he decided he probably wasn't going to fall right on his ass, and retrieved his cell phone and room key from the receptionist. He looked them both over as he made his way back over to the woman, still moving carefully in case gravity decided it wanted to keep messing around with him. A sort of bemused smile stretched across his face.

"This is unreal."