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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[John]

[magicalelf]

At the mention of the word "wormhole" John's ears had perked up and he'd turned to look at the newest "doctor" that had joined the bunch of them.

"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."

John looked from Rodney to Susan and back to the sphere. "It could have made its own jump point ... I did, and my original shuttle wasn't much bigger than this one." He looked over at Rodney again, "Don't even ask me how, my entire memory on it has been wiped clean. Part of a deal with the devil I made a long time ago. I just know that ... I did it and it was successful and what the hell are you doing here?" He directed the last to Aeryn who had come up beside him. The last thing he wanted was for his pregnant wife to be anywhere near where danger might be. They'd argue about it later, he was already sure of that.

He turned as he heard the soft hiss of a hatch being opened and before he knew it, something orange was tumbling out and landing heavily almost directly beside him. John whipped out his pulse pistol and pointed it at the
suspicious mess of orange jumpsuit. He reached out and put an arm out in front of Aeryn, systematically putting himself between her and whatever had just come out of that thing.

"Hell, this doesn't look like Australia." Frank closed his eyes a moment, keeping them closed as he asked the most important question, "I'm the only one who came out right?"

John kept his pulse pistol trained on the man, blue eyes narrowed, his body tense. "Why?" He asked, flicking a glance up into the sky before looking back down at the man, "You expecting company?"

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

See, now, that's what he got for being so pushy and working his way to the front with the Doctors and Daniel. At the sudden opening of the hatch, Rodney was caught unawares, and he, too, took a slight stumbled fall as Frank did, an exclamation of surprise exiting him. "Hey!"

It wasn't a second after before it was replaced by an 'Ow!'. He wasn't hurt; not really. Just... well... surprised, shocked, and as he rose to his feet, dusted himself off.

John's gun was out, and, honestly, he was feeling a little safer there... and so, he moved such that he was out of the way. Blaise had his, as well... as did one of the 'new guys', but that was gone, though he was sure that it'd take little for it to reappear.

[Aeryn & Marcus]

[tweets]

I just know that ... I did it and it was successful and what the hell are you doing here?" He directed the last to Aeryn who had come up beside him.

"I'm a SOLDIER, remember?"

Her angry retort, though, was cut off by Frank's unceremonious exit from the pod. Shortly followed by John's gallant attempt at protecting her, but it was a protection she barely needed, since her own pulse pistol was also levelled steadily at Frank.

Although, this time she did let John do the talking. Aeryn was much more the strong, silent type.

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Marcus stood slightly in front of Susan. He had no doubt, particularly after their talk last night, that she could look after herself, which is why he didn't need to keep watching her to ensure she was safe. As it was, though, the pair seemed to have agreed silently to stand back and just watch the situation.

He hadn't put the fighting staff back into it's usual hidey hole yet, but he wasn't as much on guard as the other soldier types.

In fact, his eyes were silently surveying the people who were fighter types. Blaise, John, Aeryn... All the usual suspects.

But he was pleased to see that they weren't agressive, nor were they passive. All were at the ready, all ready to defend the weaker ones.

This was going to be an interesting place, if things ever cooled down at all.

[Nine]

[purplerhino]

"Do we have to go pointing guns at new people. They're gonna think we're unfriendly." He pushed forward a bit.

Neither as daft as he sometimes played, nor stupid, having been a soldier as much as those with guns in hand, there was always the keep your friends close enemies closer thing to go by. Besides, he'd faced the barrel of more guns than anyone could count, and it wasn't a fun feeling.

He faced Frank then. "No, this is not Australia. Yes, you did fall out all by yourself. No, this isn't a new reality show. And yes, those really are laser guns. I'm the Doctor, by the way."

[Joon, Dean]

[starborn_scribe]

Joon hovered near the entrance to the infirmary. She'd slept on a woven straw mat there, so the structure was the closest thing she had to home in this primitive backwater. Fidgeting with partially exaggerated nervousness she watched the group surrounding the giant blue ball that had apparently fallen from the sky. Since the experiment's organizers were intentionally tight-lipped Joon was as clueless about the sphere as the rest of the islanders.

"Has Mork popped out yet?" a male, American accented voice said behind her.

Startled, Joon whirled around and dropped into a defensive Aikido stance. She blushed and smiled self-consciously upon finding Dean Winchester behind her hefting a sawed-off shotgun. Joon remembered him all too well from the time he'd been DHARMA's "guest" after his and the others' foolhardy attack. Thanks to White or one of the other DHARMA psychics he no longer remembered her.

Dean had taken a step back. "Whoa, there! I'm one of the good guys, Dean." His green eyes quickly scanned the perimeter, then returned to her. "We met last night, remember?"

"Oh, yes. Dean." She not too covertly gave him a once-over. The brief tug of the corners of his mouth said that he'd noticed. "Your brother's the really tall guy. Stan, right?"

Dean chucked. "Yeah, Sam." He gestured at the far side of the camp. "He's keeping an eye out over there. I wouldn't put it past these DHARMA bastards to drop a giant blue bouncy ball as a simple diversion."

Inwardly smirking, Joon gave him her best doe-eyed look. "That's a good idea." She glanced at the blue sphere. The survivors crowded around it were moving a bit. "I think I'll stay here." She took a step in Dean's direction. "Where it's safe."

[Sam Tyler]

[starborn_scribe]

The orange-clad Yank had tumbled from the hatch just after Sam finished his circuit around the sphere. He'd found nothing more than leaves and splinters of wood that clearly were from its descent through the jungle canopy.

The others had the situation in hand, so Sam simply waited for the American to reply. He kept his pistol aimed at the ground.

[Ten]

[fikgirl]

"Many a bloody war has started because someone couldn't resist pulling out his weapon," Ten agreed with Nine. The brightness of his eyes and the knowing look he directed at John stated that he was more than aware of the possible double-entendre and humor in his words.

Best way to keep a possibly volatile situation from exploding, soften the blows with humor.

Sometimes it even worked.

"I'm also the Doctor. Long story," Ten knelt beside the suited man, offering him assistance rising if he so needed. "How are you feeling, then? You look a bit worse for wear. Not at all surprising considering the very rudimentary method of travel you employed.

"You would be?"

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank doesn't seem bothered that people are pointing weapons at him. He does answer John's question, well sort of anyway, "Nope, not expecting anyone. Just the last time the ride was that rough there were two of me, and one of me is more then enough." Well an answer was wanted, and received. It might not have been what was expected, but there you go.

Frank then levelled his gaze at Nine, "A doctor, good." Of course when Ten chimes in he grins, "Two of them. Cool. Either of you know how to put a shoulder back in its socket? That would be of enormous help to me at the moment." He's already catalogued the rest of his injuries and they'll heal on their own.

Frank scanned the surrounding group, "Name's Frank Parker by the way and I have a few questions for you. One, does anyone know today's date? Two, is that Dr. Rodney McKay by chance? And three, is she not wearing a bra?" Of course the last is accompanied by a look in Faith's direction. Trust Frank to catch all the important questions.

Re: [Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

(OOC: Forgot to add this)

Frank actually pulls himself into a seated position by himself, though it is with a considerable groan. Frank's attention then turns to Dean for a moment, "Trust me, she doesn't bounce."

[Blaise]

[sinanju]

"It's...October twenty-eighth," Blaise said. "Why? What date were you hoping for?"

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

Rodney stepped forward again, unable to resist correcting Blaise, but not yet identifying himself. It hadn't escaped his notice, however, that no one had yet pointed the fingers. He was surprised, really, but he just chalked that up to Daniel not wanting to submit the paperwork and answer to the Joint Chiefs as to why he died a horrible death.

"Actually, we don't know what date it is here anymore. With the two temporal windows opening and closing, the one that brought you," He pointed to Ten, "more powerful than the one that kept us here? We haven't been able to get a bearing, which is one of the reasons we need to get back to the ship." One of the many... "It could be Christmas for all I know now."

[Blaise]

[sinanju]

"Sure we do," Blaise said. "We crashed on September 22nd. We've been here thirty-seven days. That makes it October twenty-eighth. Here on the island.

"What the date might be out there--" Blaise waved his coffee cup vaguely, "--god only knows. But right here, right now? October twenty-eighth."