They followed us home, can we keep them?

[purplerhino]

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

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[Chelsea]

[magicalelf]

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

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[sinanju]

"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]

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]

"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.)

[Molly/Jack]

[purplerhino]

Molly had been hanging around the fringes of the curious.

"We have room for one of the women in our shelter, at least for tonight." She looked to River, who shrugged.

"I've got room for two more comfortably, three or four if your REALLY friendly." He offered. It would also give him a chance to observe and guard. He didn't sleep as much these days.

(OOC: sorry, got nothing so far. Been rough. On Narcs. Oh, look at the pretty colors...)

[Faith]

[fikgirl]

"Plenty of room in my shelter, too," Faith offered, her gaze running appraisingly over the one River called ornery. While she wouldn't mind taking a tumble with him, too many unknown elements had come into the camp today. Her words right now were just that - words. She wouldn't be sleeping a lot tonight, she wanted to keep an eye on things.