Well Aint This Some Happy Horseshit

[doctorsrose]

Who: Bunch of new folk
When: day 36, early evening
Where: The Mushroom
Invited: Those are there
Status: Complete

He woke up with a start.  Not something he usually did anymore.  Just happened.  Made him sit up and immediately smack his head on something real solid.  Hurt like a real somabitch.

“Shu ma nyaow” he lay back down and his hand went to his

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[NPC Joon]

[starborn_scribe]

Joon awoke to heat, humidity, a throbbing headache, and a man swearing in Mandarin. She lie quietly with her eyes closed, listening. Svenningson had told her and the other "volunteers" the bare minimum: that they'd wake up in a tropical environment with the clothes on their backs, along with a few new test subjects. Why DHARMA didn't simply hold their specimens in nice, sterile cells was beyond Joon. It also wasn't her concern

[Remy]

[lost_mckay]

The worst part of all this was the constant, and supposedly necessary bit of being rendered unconscious. Even momentarily, it bothered him. Still, what sacrifices he'd make for the Corps was ultimately better for all involved, telepaths and mundanes alike, though he didn't really care about the latter quite so much

[Joon]

[starborn_scribe]

OOC: Just to be clear, Joon is human and not psychic. Intelligence-wise she's on par with Daniel. She excels at science, not linguistics.

"This isn't Io."

(Ugh.) Although Joon knew that Remy White was part of the mission she didn't have to like it. (Elitist bastard.) Nevertheless Joon played her part, giving White a puzzled frown. "Io? Why on Earth would you think you're on one of Saturn's moons?" She wondered if Caveman would catch her deliberate mistake.

[Remy]

[lost_mckay]

It was close, but the telepath managed not to roll his eyes, theatrically (of course), though he did let out a sigh, deigning not to correct the woman. Pushing himself to his feet with his hands, Remy stood and surveyed the immediate area as he rubbed the grit off himself. He was careful not to seem -too- familiar with the surroundings, and a tentative step was taken-- away from the angry Jayne.

"That's where I should be." Remy's tone rose ever so slightly. He was usually soft-spoken, telepaths didn't need to be loud, and the increase in volume sounded strange to his ears. "I shouldn't be here, where-ever 'here' is."

He looked around again, this time, the action was a little jerkier, as if the realization that perhaps he was stuck was creeping in. He checked himself quickly, no... "Was I... where's my shuttle?" No sign of a crash, no sign of injury.

"What happened?" He looked to Jayne once more-- questions were meant to elicit mental responses long before anything found voice. Easy telepath trick.

[Jayne]

[doctorsrose]

(OOC: Binky and Boo are his knives. Boo is the Bowie knife, Binky is a bit smaller. I figured Dharma wouldn't let Jayne keep his 'boomsticks')

The first voice he spun to face was a woman. Fine enough lookin, but not exactly stacked. "Whadda you mean you don't speak Mandarin? Every Hwoon dahn in the verse speaks at least enough to get by."

Then someone else was talkin. A guy All done up like some Core dandy. Well, la tee dah.

"Where the ruttin' hell is Io?" Jayne frowned. Must be some kind of fancy club.

Sleeping in his bunk. "How'm I supposed to know. Went to bed last night, woke up here. Don't remember doin nothin to piss anyone off. Recently, anyhow. Pretty sure they wouldn't kick me out without my kit. Not the type."

[Danny]

[i_dontsleep]

Danny hadn't moved. he'd lain perfectly still, as if in wait for his target. The only betraying fact that he was alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest, and the blink of his eyes. He was watching, listening, waiting.

Waiting for what, he wasn't sure. Last he remembered he'd been relaxing at camp. He'd inspected all that he could see where he lay without turning his head, and there were no tell tale clues to tell him where he was. Only more confusion, because he certainly wasn't where he had been before.

His eyes closed, and he simply listened. If he had been captured, he wasn't alone. Or his captors were a bunch of idiots. At least, for the most part, they were speaking English.

[Joon]

[starborn_scribe]

"Whadda you mean you don't speak Mandarin? Every Hwoon dahn in the verse speaks at least enough to get by."

("In the verse?") Somehow she didn't think Caveman was talking about poetry. Between that and him not having a clue where Io was, Joon presumed that DHARMA had plucked the ruffian from somewhere or somewhen far away. He couldn't be too stupid, or he wouldn't last long in the experiment.

Joon stood up slowly as Caveman answered White, keeping a wary eye on her companions. She noticed that the other (rather attractive) anglo man under the stone object was pretending to be unconscious. Joon kept the information to herself. Her few years with DHARMA had taught her that exlusive knowledge was a valuable weapon.

"Same for me," Joon said. She quickly added, "I mean, I went to sleep at home -- my apartment -- and woke up here!" Then she turned to White. "Did you say 'shuttle'?"

[Remy]

[lost_mckay]

Right. Even the most basic and weak of telepaths could tell the man was speaking the truth. The muddled, mundane mind followed that one thought, the baser moving aside to push that one through. He exhaled again in a softly exhasperated sigh.. "It's a moon. Of Jupiter." His tones made it clear that that would be the extent of his explanation.

Danny's consciousness was easily felt as the man catalogued. It was a pretty fair bet that none of the others with him could catch a passive scan, so he was... receptive. It was another eye, after all. A survival trait for the homo superior.

"I did. Shuttle." The word was enunciated. He walked around, still giving Jayne a wide berth, and he looked at his surroundings. "Plenty of planets that look like this in parts... so we could be anywhere." Remy sighed, his wiry shoulders rose and fell in the gesture. "I'm going to be in trouble for not making my appointment. It was an important contract negotiation."

[Joon]

[starborn_scribe]

Joon idly wondered how much of his story White was making up. It was entirely possible that he was from a place and time where humans had settled other planets. She'd only been told what her superiors deemed necessary: White's a high-ranking psychic. That was all Joon needed to hear to stay on his good side. A friend of hers had been "reprimanded" by a DHARMA psychic. He hadn't been the same since.

Nevertheless, Joon had a part to play. Acting it out was easy. She put herself in her pre-DHARMA mindset back in Cal Tech in 1999. Shuttle? Planets? Craziness.

Joon backed away from White and Neanderthal boy, which put her in front of cute not-asleep Anglo guy. She kept him in her peripheral vision as she addressed White. "I don't know what asylum you escaped from, but... Stay the hell away from me." She edged toward the outside of the clearing, shouting, "Hello? Somebody!"

[Miho]

[tweets]

The morning's patrol hadn't been eventful, but the voices she heard during her afternoon patrol drew her attention. The rain had stopped over an hour ago, but she still felt damp as she jogged along her route through the trees. There was another clearing here, and again she saw a mushroom.

And, it seemed, ths Island hadn't stopped depositing people on this forsaken spit of land.

She sighed, emerging into the clearing. "I take it you're all strangers to each other and don't know where you came from?"

[Remy]

[lost_mckay]

Remy exhaled audibly and shook his head before running gloved fingers through his straight hair-- an affectation, certainly. It'd have been easy enough to cut, but it helped soften some of the edges of his face.

The telepath had learned many years ago that the best way to pass an... exaggeration was to couch it in truth. That way, it was easier to weave a web in which to snare. Besides-- technically, he doesn't lie. Well, other than the fact that he's NOT a P5... but it was easier to pretend he was than for a P5 to take on the mantle of a 'Cop. Misrepresentation, but he still wore the trappings of the PsiCorps. No lie there; for those who understood what it meant-- and when he found his way to the camp, there'd be no question.

He smiled ever so slightly as he turned his back on the others a moment, peering into the jungle. His voice called softly, "I remember jungle like this in my youth. I was born in Hawaii." Raised by the Corps on Mars, which was home... but born in Hawaii. "This could be Earth

[Joon]

[starborn_scribe]

White's "This could be Earth" earned him another wary look from Joon. Then a gorgeous Japanese woman waltzed into the clearing.

"I take it you're all strangers to each other and don't know where you came from?" Oddly enough, she seemed bored.

"You don't sound surprised?" White drawled.

Joon rushed up to the woman. "Yes! I mean, no. We don't know each other and where are we? Who are you?"

[Danny]

[i_dontsleep]

Something really weird was happening, and Danny had no idea what, or how it was even possible. he'd listened, he'd watched. He'd made mental notes...and he'd deduced little more than that these people were crazy.

But, there was still the possibility of a hostile take over. Capture. Thrown into a tank with a bunch of randoms. Or it might be a test. of his strength, his will. He'd show them. he could lay still for hours, days, even, if he had to.

[Jayne]

[doctorsrose]

Another piece of pretty wandered in, all cool-like. Someone who knew what was going on.

But the fancy man was talking like everyone was a dumbass.

"Right... we're on Earth-That-Was. Cause that's all possible. Not ta mnention this aint a burnt out husk, and hey, we're breathin. Try another one." Jayne turned to the new girl.

"Now you, what the rutten hell is goin on, and where's the rest of the crew?" Jayne made sure Boo was nice and obvious in his hand.

[Miho]

[tweets]

(Drive-by posting...)

Miho turned to face Jayne, the leather of the bowie knife sheath she wore on her left hip slapping lightly against the bare flesh of her tanned thighs. The ship-wreck shorts she wore were complimented by a gossamer light long-sleeve shirt that didn't hug her figure, like some of the other women here might wear.

Dark eyes flashed in frustration as she stared at the man, but she didn't need to draw the knife to be imposing. "You're part of a sadistic experient. Seems like you may have been chosen for your excellent physique and stellar mind."

There wasn't even a hint of humour in her voice, but then she sighed and turned back to the others. "Sorry, but we're growing rather fed up with the deposits being made here. Seems like there's no rhyme or reason to the choices of people and the randomness is setting some people's nerves on edge."

Pushing her heavy hair back, she surveyed them all. "My name's Miho and I'm one of the security detail for those of us who've survived."

[Joon]

[starborn_scribe]

Joon moved beside and a little behind Miho. The woman moved with a warrior's grace, and Joon was a bit intimidated by Neanderthal. Her red belt in Aikido should be enough to dodge the brute, but Joon didn't want to test the theory.

"What do you mean 'experiment'?" Joon's words tumbled in a frightened torrent. "Security for those who've survived? Survived what?"