Because everyone loves a mystery... and a big boom...

[cbeckett_md]

WHO: Frank Parker
WHERE: Just outside of camp
WHEN: Day 37, Dawn
INVITED: Anyone curious
STATUS: complete

Everyone may have thought the morning would be quiet after several of the explosions of the night before, but nothing is ever truly quiet here. This morning is no different. Just when the birds and bees are contemplating waking there is a bright

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[McKay/Ivanova]

[lost_mckay]

Rodney looked up. Once again, the amount of energy that would be required to open a wormhole here... Well...

No, it wouldn't be hot, then, in any sense of the word. If the thing was a time-travelling device, then the amount of power it'd require would far surpass man-made fissionable material. It'd require, well.. a ZedPM, or the power supply that the TARDIS had, which was the morale equivalent of the Ancient device, only better.

He took what the Doctor said as a matter of course; though he wasn't all that sure about this one. He much preferred Nine, who was more than happy to sit down with him, discuss, debate, and help him work out the small issues that cropped up due to the gap in knowledge. But, as a whole, there was a reason why Rose had made so many little comments.. Rodney really liked the guy; beamed under his praise, and worked easily side by side, in a give and take.

"That would take an enormous amount of power..."

***

Susan looked at the Doctor and nodded, looking to the sphere again. "Could it have made it's own jump point-- wormhole?" It seemed awfully small to be able to do it, and, like the scientists, knew that it took a whole lot of power. Something small vessels tended not to have. At least, not in her experience. "It's too small."

Now, a lifepod, she could understand, even if it, too, was a little large. As Marcus counted off the different races, she shook her head, discounting one after the other. As he slowed, however, and took a stance, her brows rose in askance. This one, she hadn't heard of... even if it remained unnamed.

[Sam Tyler]

[starborn_scribe]

With the various aliens and people from the future tossing around unfamiliar names Sam suddenly sympathized with Chris, the Detective Seargent he'd known in 1973. Chris tried hard, but often seemed a little lost.

Sam felt a lot lost now.

Determined to do something useful, Sam slowly circled around the metal sphere. He looked for movement, markings, or anything unusual. (For a giant globe the fell from the sky.)

OOC: Would Sam find anything to report?

[The Usual Suspects]

[sinanju]

Blaise walked up to join the growing crowd, Oceanic 815 mug in hand. He had a P90 slung over his shoulder but it was habit more than anything else. He sipped at his coffee as he walked. He felt no need to hurry.

The pod or sphere or whatever didn't seem immediately dangerous. If it were he didn't doubt that the Doctor would be yelling at everyone to get back. From what he'd heard of Rose's stories, the Doctor wasn't shy about telling people to run for their lives in the situation called for it--and he assumed that that held for Ten as well.

"Jesus Christ!" George said, walking up beside him. She looked up at the sky. "You can stop now!" she called out, turning in a slow circle. "Really! There are enough people here, thanks!" That got a few chuckles.

George looked at Blaise. "I'm telling you, we should start charging admission. By the time we get off this damn island we'll all be rich."

Blaise waved his coffee cup at the sphere. "What makes you think there's someone inside that thing?"

George gave him a look that said Are you deranged? She opened her mouth to speak, but Daisy answered him. "Of course there's someone inside it."

Blaise felt an eyebrow rise. "What? You can tell? Is this some kind of Grim Reaper thing?"

Daisy laughed. "Don't be silly. Of course not. But the one constant on this island is that every time something even remotely resembling a vehicle appears on the island, there's someone on it or in it. Flight 815, Faith's plane, the TARDIS. The other TARDIS..." Daisy waved a manicured hand at the sphere. "This thing, whatever it is."

"I'll bet a day's chores," Daisy said, raising her voice, "that there's somebody inside it. A week's chores that this island is not where they intended to go. Any takers?"

[Mayday]

[weirdweb]

"Not taking that bet," May hollered from her perch in the trees high above the growing crowd. She'd gone to investigate the boom as soon as she'd heard it, but had stuck to the trees. Even now that it was clear that the sphere posed no immediate threat, she was still staying high up, wary of the crackle of electricity. She'd learned to steer clear of anything that might deliver an electric shock even before being dumped on the island.

What being shocked might do to her powers here... she didn't even want to contemplate that.

She hopped over to another branch and swung herself down to land on a bough that was only ten feet up - close enough to be heard, but still well clear of the sphere. "I'm gonna head back. Anybody not here that would be interested in this thing, or is the whole camp already out here?"

((OOC: Deliberately not mentioning Nine in case purplerhino wants to get him there.))

[Faith, Daniel]

[fikgirl]

"Past, present or future?" The loud BOOM woke Faith from what passed for a sound sleep for a Slayer. She'd rolled to her feet, knife in hand and lunged out of her shelter, topless, searching for the attacker. Fifteen seconds and a few cat calls later, Faith realized that the threat wasn't on the beach.

The Slayer immediately tugged on her tank top, braless, a pair of cut-off denim shorts, slid into her tennis shoes and took off at a sprint into the jungle. Now, she joined the growing group, full on investigative mode, more interested in the odd sphere than flirting with anyone on hand. Though she couldn't resist answering Daisy's bet.

"Betting that past is out, so we're talking present or future."

"When have you ever seen something like that in the present? Except, you know, on tv?" Hurley asked between pants. "Future."

"As fascinating as this dialogue is, maybe we should find out if anyone is inside?" Daniel asked, his voice tight and firm. Faith noticed that it softened as he looked toward May; the chastisement was clearly for her and Hurley. "Go and get the doctors. The medical doctors. Any of them you can find."

[Mayday] On it! (sort-of-redirect)

[weirdweb]

Glad for the excuse to get away from the sphere - the static electricity was still giving her the willies - May nodded. "On it, Boss," she replied, earning a sigh and an eye-roll from Daniel before swinging off into the trees towards camp.

((OOC: May reaches the camp in search of doctors down here.))

[Nine]

[purplerhino]

Nine had actually beeen... getting water. It was embarassingly domestic and annoying in the extreme, but it was his turn on the water rota, along with others.

Which left several bottles and containers sitting alone by the river by the time the noise hit.

"Let's see shall we?" Ten had scanned for radiation. Now he scanned for life signs.

"Give the ladies a prize. Single heartbeat fourty-five beats for minute. I say we take a look, eh?" He looked to Daniel, then Ten. "Shall we?"

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

Rodney wanted to be part of the 'opening squad', his curiosity now piqued. He stepped forward with Nine at the invite of Daniel, and Ten, essentially inviting himself.

"Yes." As the three pair of eyes looked towards him, the scientist shrugged. "I want to see what's inside."

[Ivanova]

[lost_mckay]

Susan, for her part, had been suggesting opening up the sphere once she'd been assured by the two scientists that it probably would have been clear and okay to do it. With Marcus, Sam, then other obvious ... 'defenders' present-- the whole damned camp, really, she shrugged and took a step back. Show was over, as far as she was concerned, and she simply watched. And waited.

[Remy]

[lost_mckay]

While the crackle and loud boom attracted the whole of the camp, eventually, there was one who prepared for the day a little more slowly and deliberately. Remy made his way towards the crash landing site, showing as the preparations were under weigh to open up the sphere. He was dressed in his clothes of the day before, gloves, pin... and his head cocked to the side ever so slightly to see the crowd thus attracted.

He, too, was prepared to simply watch the scene as it unfolded before him. How did they work together, move, deliberate, come to consensus? Not well, but not too poorly either. Fascinating.

Brown eyes scanned the area, and up into the trees as May began her departure back to camp, ostensibly to gather the doctors; whomever may appear. He didn't scan the crowd, nor did he move to look inside. Rules were rules, after all-- and even if 'Cops had... a little room for discretion, it really wasn't needed. Not yet, at least.