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Who: The New Arrivals
When: Day 36, Dawn
Where: The jungle, approx. half a mile NE of Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
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When: Day 36, Dawn
Where: The jungle, approx. half a mile NE of Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete ( Read more... )
She glances back towards where she was heading to, but before she could decide anything she hears Romana calling out to them. Looking over at the other woman, Peyton offers a bit of a half-smile. “I’m Peyton,” she calls back, though she doesn’t move. Looking over the large stone that they were all resting under, she frowns again since she has no idea what-so-ever on how she got here. That’s not like her, she doesn’t just forget things - especially major things like this.
Looking back to the guy that approached her, she gives a small, hopeful look. “Do you remember how you got here?” She’s assuming, though, that if he doesn’t know where they are either, then he probably doesn’t know how any of them got here. She rubs her eyes a bit before looking back to Romana again. “What about you? Do you have any idea of where we are, or how we got here?” At this point she’d take pretty much anything.
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"No idea," Romana said. "The last thing I remember..."
Fire. Death. Destruction.
"I don't want to remember that, but it was a long way from here. A very, very long way. I think I lost consciousness, but that was to be expected. I expected to die, but here I am..." She looked down at herself again, putting her hands in her pockets. "Although apparently I did regenerate, so I probably was pretty close to it."
Her hand closed around something in her pocket, and she pulled it out. She recognised it immediately - her sonic screwdriver. A fairly simple, rather battered almost-cylinder of a Gallifreyan composite plastic with a few controls and the patina of much use. She smiled at it, and replaced it before the foot of another unconscious person caught her attention.
Slowly, she crouched down and studied the two people laid out next to each other under the mushroom. Another human woman, black, quite pretty. The other one...
"Doctor," she breathed, reaching out a hand, but refraining from touching him. "So you survived as well."
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"I certainly was not here when I last had consciousness," she allowed. "I seem to be in one piece, however." She looked over at her companions... some conscious, some not. The clearing seemed harmless, if a bit strange with the mushroom-styled sculpture. She tried to decide between helping the people out and checking out the cart. The cart lost, and so she started looking around, noting which of the people around her were unconscious. Marie ducked under the "mushroom" and dragged a dark-haired woman out, hoping that she'd wake up before Marie had to do something more extensive, like check for injuries and shake her awake.
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She rose again and strode to peer into the trees, then looked up at the sky, frowning. "On the bright side, for you humans, we do seem to be on Earth. Looks like Earth, anyway." She bounced on her toes. "Feels like it too. Somewhere tropical. I was thinking I could do with a holiday."
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Her shoulders slumped again before she dragged her hands through her curls and left her hands interlocked behind her head in slight frustration. At that point, Peyton just went quiet for now as she tried to gather her thoughts. She, too, had noticed that they were all placed around the stone mushroom…
“I’m going to go see if I can see anything from the beach…Or something.” She’s not sure why she felt she should tell them where she planned on going, but she did. She turned away from the group then before heading out towards the beach. Before she really got far, though, she found a coffin in the sand. “Nice,” she muttered under her breath before glancing back to the others. “And we have a dead guy over here,” she called out to them. Kneeling down beside the coffin, she brushed her hand over the top of the capsule and looked inside briefly. She lifted her eyes to the group and frowned again, even more confused now than before.
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She wandered over to the capsule. "And a... stasis capsule?"
Okay, this was weird, though not weird enough for her to feel confused. Obviously, wherever she landed had aliens - for the blond woman who had differentiated herself by saying she wasn't one - and stasis capsules. But then again, Marie lived in a world where magic could and did happen, so she wasn't going to react adversely. "Cool. In more than one sense of the word. Marie Brown, by the way. From Haven, Illinois, kinda."
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He, paused taking in his surroundings again. The others were starting to wake up, looking just as confused and displaced as he felt. Seeing nothing immediate to do, he walked over to the woman called Peyton and sat down on the ground, facing the mushroom rock.
"I'm Lindsey. The last place I remember being is Los Angeles."
Looking at the jungle foliage surrounding the clearing, Lindsey thought it was a safe bet they were far from LA now. Probably somewhere close to the equator.
"What about you? What's the last thing you remember before you woke up here?" Lindsey asked. Maybe, if nothing else, they could figure out what they all had in common, if anything.
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She stood again, moving around the whooziewhatzit not-dead-guy to go sit by Lindsey. “I’m from there,” she nodded, though she had her doubts that Los Angeles would be the answer to their questions. At his question, she pulled in a breath before offering a shrug. “I went on vacation to London, and I got to my hotel.” She glanced at him then. “I got a shower, then went to bed because of the long flight. Woke up here. What about you?”
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He couldn't be on Earth. That was one of the bedrock rules of the Colonial Defense Forces. Once you left Earth you never went back. Besides, the last thing he remembered was being in battle on some alien planet with an unpronounceable name.
Bill sat up abruptly. No, the last thing he remembered was blacking out from the pain, mangled and quite possibly dying of his wounds while his squad mates were getting their asses kicked. This didn't look like a CDF hospital ship, though.
Bill patted himself down, verifying what his eyes and the lack of pain told him: he was whole and healthy. He was wearing a CDF uniform (currently gray) and combat boots. He had his multi-tool on his belt, but none of his other gear--and his MP-35 was nowhere to be seen.
The voices were behind him. Bill rolled to his feet and turned around all in one move. He'd been lying partially beneath some kind of mushroom shaped stone, as were a few others. The rest were on their feet and looking around or conversing. Through the trees, about half a mile away, Bill could see the unmistakeable gleam of white sand and the glitter of sea water.
"Well, ain't this a kick in the teeth!" Bill said.
OOC: Yes, the icon pic is correct. Bill is indeed green.
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What is the CDF? I couldn't find Bill's bio on the OOC...
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"Hey, newbies. Some are human. One's green."
"Yeah? A green human or alien?"
"Human. I guess."
*giggle*
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"Well I don't know quite what you are," she said, "but you've travelled in time. Recently." She sniffed. "It shows. A bit like a lingering odour, but you can't wash it off. When are you from?"
She found it interesting how people reacted to each person's story. Some fairly ordinary humans from maybe the late twentieth century, one who appeared utterly at ease with as many strange pronouncements as Romana cared to make, and one who was humanlike, but green and from the future.
And the Doctor, of course. She looked down at his still-unconscious form again, wondering how many times he'd regenerated since she'd last seen him, and how whoever had brought them here had managed to snare two Time Lords.
Two? She realised suddenly that what she was feeling in the back of her mind wasn't an unconscious Doctor... it was a conscious one.
Two Doctors.
Well, that was going to be interesting.
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"When am I from?" he asked. "I'm from now. 2421. When do you think it is?"
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She looked at the others, who were talking with each other. The girl didn't seem to know what to make of the situation, the guy seemed a bit more curious about it. "Marie Brown, late of Haven, Illinois, originally from California."
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