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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[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.

Her shoulders straightened, and a glance was shared with the man beside her. A decision was made, quietly, and she was pretty sure he knew what it was.

Chelsea's offer of aid, of course, was greeted with a distracted smile; Susan had to get back into the practice of diplomatic courtesy-- She was never really good at it. The Captain'd just tossed her in, sink or swim. There were times when she could swear she'd just started a war just on a wrong word. Never happened, much to her surprise, but there'd always been that chance.

"Susan Ivanova." That was in response to the introduction by Chelsea. "We're probably not going to get a shelter up tonight, but I'm sure the doctors won't mind if you sleep in the infirmary tonight." Well, she was pretty sure Dr. House would, but Stephen? Not a chance. The other woman who'd identified herself as a doctor? Not a clue. "Best we can do tonight is lay the poles." She looked up at the starfield above, "No clouds, yet.. but apparently, it comes and goes quickly. At least you'll have a roof over your head just in case."

[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.