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They followed us home, can we keep them?

Jul 31, 2007 17:56

Who: Magic mushroom folks
When: Day 36, After What's Cooking
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Open
Status: Complete

River walked ahead of the group, keeping to the semi-solid grass at the edge of the sand. Up ahead the community waited, unwary. Some things must be. Oona would understand. So would the Doctors.

She saw when others noticed them. Some ( Read more... )

jayne.cobb, river.tam, ri.joon, daniel.jackson, marcus.cole, susan.ivanova, day 36, danny.mccoy, remy.white

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[Remy] lost_mckay July 31 2007, 23:09:55 UTC

Remy walked with deliberate steps, looking around, studying the lay of the land like any would who would not wish to find themselves lost. There had been that hint that there were things in the jungle that were decidedly unfriendly; he wasn't worried, honestly ( ... )

[George] sinanju July 31 2007, 23:38:04 UTC

"Holy shit," George said, approaching the group--the new group, another group--of strangers. "How many of you fucking people are there?"

Another bunch of strangers. Three men and two women. One of the men was kind of cute and his roaming eyes assessed everyone and everything. Another was dressed in a uniform of some kind and looked like he thought he was too good for everyone around him; he was even wearing gloves, like he was afraid he'd catch something nasty if he touched anyone. The third guy was big and muscular and might be cute if he wasn't scowling all the time ( ... )

OOC giggles starborn_scribe August 1 2007, 01:21:24 UTC

The third guy was big and muscular and might be cute if he wasn't scowling all the time.

ROTFLMAO!

More like she was a rabbit watching for hawks. ... George ignored her for the moment.

Yes! My plan is working perfectly! *cackles*

[Daniel, Faith] fikgirl August 1 2007, 02:52:24 UTC

Daniel blamed the lateness of the night on his only partially suppressed
snicker. He tried to hide it as he removed his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes. The hour was getting late, so Daniel didn't return the sunglasses to his pocket.

"Except," Daniel reminded her, "Money is really useless here."

"We could charge something," George insisted.

"No one said that the toll had to be monetary," Faith joined them. Her words were low and lascivious, clearly suggested and Daniel gave a slight, sad shake of his head. He already missed the young woman who let down her guard and didn't turn everything into a sexual game. Still, Faith's blantant and open sexuality might be a good distraction while they sized up the new people ( ... )

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[Scott] starborn_scribe August 1 2007, 01:31:07 UTC

After dinner Ami and Scott had stayed with the others lounging by the fire. With his stomach full, Ami leaning against him, and idle conversation all around the island felt like a camping vacation.

Ami tensed. Conversations halted seconds later. Scott and Ami sat up and followed the others' gazes to a handful of people River was leading out of the jungle. "No way. *More* people?!" he muttered. Then Scott's stomach clenched. /Ami, is this what you felt coming?/

[Ami] fikgirl August 1 2007, 03:01:59 UTC

Ami thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. /No. That was different. This is just ... unexpected./

She peered into the distance, trying to puzzle out the odd group from afar. She let her mind roam, sensing for the people in that direction, the familiar psychic signatures of Daniel, Faith, River and George - or the not signature of George - identifying them to her. Beyond them were the others, another ecletic mix of -

Ami gasped.

/What?/ Scott demanded.

/A telepath. Maybe two./

"Oh for crying out loud!" Jon's exclamation, both aural and telepathic, came from the other side of the cook fire. He threw his hands up and marched toward Daniel's group. /Pretty soon you won't be able to swing a dead cat without hitting a telepath./

In spite of the revelation of more telepaths, Jon's reaction made Ami giggle.

[Ivanova] lost_mckay August 1 2007, 12:46:20 UTC

"Oh, for crying out loud!",

While the exclamation wasn't completed for the benefit of the rest of the camp, it was enough to bring Susan out of her light doze. Her problem had always been, it gets dark, she slept. Light, she woke up... It was a real problem in that she'd been stationed on a space station-- it was always dark.

The commander shifted and peered out of her shelter and blinked. She caught the movement of his stalking by firelight, and sighed, getting out of her own bit of 'home'. She fully expected, later, to change into something to sleep in, but she hadn't honestly expected to doze off so quickly. Must have been the fresh air.

Dusting herself off, she wasn't quite sure the direction, but it soon became apparent. New people, and, of course, Daniel in the middle of it. As she approached, however, she could see those in the new group, with Faith circling like a vulture. She reached the group, stood quietly a moment, and the light caught the ... the pin ( ... )

OOC cbeckett_md August 1 2007, 13:07:02 UTC

Don't kill him Susan. I want to be able to tell him that the PsiCorps is dead first.

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[Chelsea] magicalelf August 1 2007, 13:57:19 UTC

For the most part, Chelsea had remained quiet on the walk back to the "camp". Stay silent but keep your ears open, that's what her captain had alwasy told her. You learn more when people ignore you, hiding in plain sight. So far, she hadn't really learned much except for the names of those that were with her.

She listened as 'Daddy' - Daniel Jackson - spoke. He had the quality of a leader, but she doubted he'd ever been in command of anything. Perhaps it was just one of those "natural born leaders" type of thing.

" ...you're all on an island somewhere on earth, the South Pacific circa 2004. To make a long, and unbelievable story short, the island's inhabitants are the survivors of a commercial oceanliner, a small private plane, and a shipwreck. The remainder are misplaced travelers who came via portals, wormholes, and space ships."Chelsea's lips parted. 2004. She had somehow been thrown back several centuries in time. How? Wormhole as Daniel had suggested? Portal? Some kind of rift in the space/time continuum? The last thing she ( ... )

OOC Comment sinanju August 1 2007, 14:48:31 UTC

"Remy's" post seems to have introduced a mistaken impression. There aren't two blondes--George is blonde, but Faith is a brunette.

[Ivanova] lost_mckay August 2 2007, 11:37:11 UTC

Susan was quietly grateful for Marcus' appearance beside her. He, too, understood that pin in ways, possibly, that even she couldn't. Who knew what sins lived under it. Still... the man was a commercial teep-- not one of the high levels. He was, what... P4... P6, tops. He was, as the Ranger had stated, a PsiCorps flunkie. The attitude, she knew, was... Corps. The cool, aloof? It was bred into them. For the most part, they couldn't help it. Even Talia seemed standoffish, until she'd gotten to know her... Talia.

All that, however, didn't allow her to shake the fact that the pin was now in camp. She had to be careful-- Marcus had to be careful. If the telepath stepped out of line, just once, she'd kill him ( ... )

[Marcus] tweets August 2 2007, 12:20:41 UTC

"I'll help" Marcus interjected quietly, addressing the two women, but not taking his eyes off the teep.

Except to glance at the pile of fronds and bamboo that had been put aside for his own dwelling. Ah, well, there was always tomorrow for that.

He turned and flashed a smile to Chelsea. "Marcus Cole" he offered in the way of introduction. "Glad to meet you, Chelsea LaShay."

(OOC: Sorry, not feeling very creative today.)

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[Ten] fikgirl August 3 2007, 00:39:14 UTC

"And the numbers are increasing," the Tenth Doctor had no problems joining the small gathering. He strolled up, full of confidence, hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat. "Either our captors are getting more desperate or more confident, either way this could be a turning of the tide ( ... )

[Ami] fikgirl August 3 2007, 01:06:37 UTC

Ami was still trying to acclimate to the new telepath who was absolutely nothing like her fellow Tomorrow People, like River, like Scott or even like the Doctor when a man she hadn't met wandered up to the group. He was thin, dark haired and wearing a well-fitted blue suit and dark shirt, complete with a trench coat. He was familiar, and after a few beats Ami knew why: Scott had sent her pictures of the other Doctor earlier ( ... )

[NPC Jayne] starborn_scribe August 3 2007, 01:34:34 UTC

"Yeah, we woke up under the ruttin' mushroom!" Jayne spat, exasperated. "Are we all gonna stand around natterin', or can we get some grub?"

[Joon] starborn_scribe August 3 2007, 01:47:48 UTC

Amazingly, the Neanderthal had a point. He wasn't the only one who was hungry and thirsty.

Joon stepped out of Miho's shadow toward this universe's Dr. Jackson. The difference was obvious. Jackson seemed... nice. "Um, excuse me? Mr. Jackson?"

Jackson smiled the same killer smile. "Yes? And please, call me Daniel. You are...?"

"Ri Joon," she replied. "Joon Ri, in the Western order." It took effort, but she managed not to glance at this universe's Scott Hayden to see if he reacted to her name. He shouldn't, but it would make her job easier -- and more enjoyable -- if he did. She'd been sleeping with her Dr. Hayden for months. Judging from the way this Hayden clung to the black woman's hand he was pretty whipped.

"I, um, don't know any of these people. We all woke up under a giant stone mushroom." Joon waved in the direction they'd come from. "Miho found us, then her. River." Joon glanced around uncertainly again. "Could I have some water? And maybe something to eat?"

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[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe August 4 2007, 17:32:18 UTC

Sam thanked the Powers That Be for Ripley choosing to leave him alone after her earlier stunt. She seemed to think that because they'd swapped bodies for a few hours entitled her to far too forward behaviour. It was unnerving ( ... )

[Joon] starborn_scribe August 4 2007, 17:40:46 UTC

Joon gave the cop a polite smile. Despite being stuck on a bizarre island experiment Tyler continued to behave like a police officer by interviewing the newbies. "Pasadena."

"That's in the U.S., then?"

Joon nodded. "Near Los Angeles. Um, 2004 Los Angeles. I'm a geneticist at Cal Tech."