[Ash]

[sinanju]

Who: Ash Williams
When: Day 36, Mid-Morning
Where: The NE edge of camp
Invited: Romana, Lindsey, Ivanova, Peyton, Bill
Status: Complete

Comments

[Damon]

[fikgirl]

Aaron was adjusting well to the heat, or as well as a two week old baby could. Their first few nights out of the bunker, he'd cried and wailed inconsolably unless he was nursing or Damon maintained a constant empathic flow. The former did very little for anyone's sanity and the latter gave him a slow building headache in the top and back of his skull. Scott's healing ability was a blessing, but even Scott could only do so much when the reason for the discomfort repeated on a daily basis.

On the evening of the third day, while they cleaned the massacre and moved the camp, Ami stepped in as his relief pitcher. Jon also lended what assistance he could to empathically soothing the baby when he wasn't elbow deep in clean up and organization. The newest Tomorrow Person came at his abilities and his association in an odd fashion: normally he kept himself tightly shielded, but always knew when to step up and help. Even with three of them though, the effort stretched them thin and Claire wasn't the only one relieved when Aaron finally settled into a normal pattern of eating-sleeping-waking.

One of the things Aaron liked, that kept him calm and sleeping, was walking across the beach in the homemade sling. Claire, Ami and some of the other women even demonstrated moderate sewing skill and produced small hats and baby bonnets from leftover and scavenged clothes to protect the baby's head from the sun. Also, there were copious amounts of sunscreen - one thing that Molly-in-River's-body had procured and added to her pile before the mass evacuation.

As he turned up their daily circuit toward where the jungle met the beach, Damon stopped. A small, eclectic band of people approached Ash, and Damon pulled to a halt to study them warily. They looked mostly normal, with the exception of the green guy and Damon barely batted an eyelid at that, and if Ash's - and now Tyler's - reaction was any indication, they were, so far, to quote Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: "mostly harmless."

Still he'd have to get closer to suss them out telepathically.

Running an affectionate and protective palm over Aaron's head, and sending a pulse of soothing calm to keep the baby sleeping, Damon cautiously approached the group. /Hey, Ami, Jon, whichever one of you is closest to Daniel, let him know that we've got visitors./

The closer Damon got, the more eclectic the group appeared: a blonde woman with a long, colorful scarf wrapped around her, a dark haired man who appeared to be watching everything and holding back a distance, a young woman with curly hair, a dark haired woman wearing some sort of dark - (military?) - uniform, and the green guy.

Damon arrived just in time to hear the uniformed woman's request for water and cast his gaze thoughtfully toward Ash and Tyler. He'd let them lead; plus while Tyler might be in denial, Ash probably would figure out that Damon had already alerted the masses via Ami and Jon.

((OOC: For our new arrivals, Damon is a red head. (Or "ginger" as the British among you would say.) Like truly red. So is the baby in the sling on the front of his chest.))

[Ash]

[sinanju]

"Good guess," Ash said to 'Romana.' "You are on an island in the tropics. I'd add that of course it's Earth, but looking at some of you, that's not a given," Ash added, looking at Bill.

"Hey," Bill objected, "I was born in Iowa. I just work in outer space."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ash said. "Anyhoo," he continued, "I can't be more specific than that. Welcome to a gen-u-ine uncharted desert isle. It's like roach motel--visitors check in, but they don't check out."

"And as for the Doctor--" Ash made a show of half turning to survey the camp. "Don't see him at the moment. So chances are he's off in the jungle making the beast with two backs with Rose. Why? You aren't al old girlfriend or something, are you?"

OOC: Heh heh. Your wish, Rhoni, is my command! Geeze, I post an itro and then everybody posts while I'm asleep!

OOC 2: I'd forgotten that Ivanova hated telepaths--she'll have such fun here on the island....

[Sam Tyler]

[starborn_scribe]

Sam's mood was worsening by the minute. Not only had a group of strangers found their woefully unsecure camp, but they were attracting a crowd complete with newborn.

Sam almost wished he'd taken point on the initial introductions. Letting Ash do the talking, while possibly dangerous, allowed Sam to hang back and observe.

The green bloke objected to Ash's insinuation that not everyone was from Earth. "Hey, I was born in Iowa. I just work in outer space."

Sam stifled a groan. Then he winced at Ash's crude remarks about the Doctor and Rose. Before the Yank could say anything else wildly inappropriate Sam stepped forward, making sure he was between the strangers and Damon and Aaron. "Right, then. Who are you lot and how'd you get here?"

OOC: For the newcomers, Sam has a Manchester accent. nohatmatt, does Romana have a London accent?

[Romana]

[nohatmatt]

((OOC: Romana is a very natural-sounding received pronunciation, so like a more relaxed 'BBC English'. Very few people in London actually speak like that these days - if there's a home for it, it'd be a bit more west, out in the Home Counties. In any case, it's like the reference English accent (but not posh like the Queen). On another note, Romana's not as telepathic as the Doctor has been on the island.))

Making the beast with two backs with Rose... Romana scowled. As far as she was aware, the Doctor had never actually become romantically involved with one of his companions before. The species gap would be a bit of an impediment to a truly meaningful relationship, although Leela had overcome that, so she supposed... still, it wasn't entirely appropriate, and this man - whatever his name was, as he hadn't volunteered it - seemed entirely too crude about the whole subject.

"You aren't an old girlfriend or something, are you?" the man finished. Romana looked him directly in the eye.

"I am Romanadvoratrelundar, Lady President of the High Council of the Time Lords of Gallifrey." She paused. "I think, once he realises who I am, that he'll be quite keen to talk to me."

She turned her gaze to the Brit with the Mancunian accent who'd started demanding answers and looked him up and down. Policeman, she thought. He had the attitude.

"You can call me Romana," she said. "I'll let the others introduce themselves, as we're something of a disparate group. We just woke up here... about half a mile over there." She pointed in the general direction of the stone mushroom. "Some people are still there - one awake, two still asleep, and one in a stasis tube. We were hoping to find out more about this place, and maybe get some help. Oh, and the Doctor is probably going to want to meet one of the other people who's still asleep as well."

[Ivanova]

[lost_mckay]

Ivanova scowled as she looked at Romana. There's a 'what happened' in a nutshell. No-siree... nothing left even to the imagination on that one. Nothing to hold in case of emergencies. Great.

Remind her to play poker with the woman.

Clearing her throat, she twisted around to see Damon and the baby approach, and stared at them for a long moment before shaking her head at returning her attention to Sam and Ash. Moreso Sam, really. He had the sidearm, and while there was no indication that he'd -use- it, she didn't want to run that risk.

"I am Commander Susan Ivanova, formerly of EarthForce... and, judging from what everyone is saying, about 260 years in the past. And no... I don't know what the lottery numbers are for the next century, so don't ask." Ivanova offered the last bit in a sort of a deadpan. "As for the one in the stasis pod, he happens to be a personal friend of mine, and I'd take it as a personal favour if you have a doctor that could look him over. Plate says 'dead' but readouts say 'alive'." Conversely, however, she'd see it as a personal affront if they'd said, out of hand, 'No'. "He, and a few other Rip Van Winkles haven't yet woken up, about a half-mile away." Okay, now that the proverbial ball was rolling...

"As for how I got here, I have no idea. Frankly, the fact that I'm here is a whole lot better than what could be happening to me right now." Which, she really wouldn't want to think about.

[Ash]

[sinanju]

"Well, hello Madame Fancy-Pants," Ash said to Romana-Rosanna-Danna or whatever her name was after the strangers had run down.

"I'm sure the Doctor will be overjoyed to talk to you first chance he gets," Ash added. (Or not,) he thought to himself. The Doctor had ego enough for a handful of people and this bird looked to be at least as full of herself, maybe more.

Ivanova, on the other hand, seemed to see a little humor in the situation. No lottery numbers, indeed. Cute too, in a hard-edged kind of way. "Well..." Ash drawled, "I think that out of all the people on this island we can find somebody to defrost your friend. "

Redirect

[starborn_scribe]

Continued down here

[Peyton]

[lyingdrksoul]

As others began to approach them, Peyton started to roll the short sleeves of her shirt up, hoping to cool off at least a little. Her jeans were next, and she rolled them up to her knees. There’s no real need to worry about being fashionable here. She gave the guy with the gun a slightly cautious look, but that’s only because she’s been shot before…And it wasn’t fun. Not that she thinks that he’d just randomly start shooting them…But you never know.

By the time Ivanova mentioned water; Peyton felt her mouth grow drier. When Damon arrived with the baby, she offered him a gentle smile. Just seeing the baby sling made her a little homesick, and she found herself missing Tree Hill for the first time in years. Her eyes dropped to the sand, lost in thought over her friends and their children for a moment before she looked up to Ash again.

Her eyes shifted between him and Bill, and she actually gave a smile when Bill announced that he was born in Iowa of all places. She’s drove through Iowa before, but she certainly never saw anyone with green skin there. Her eyes went back to Ash as he explained about the island, and again her shoulders slump in soft defeat. (There’s seriously no way of getting out of here? What the hell is this?)

At Sam’s question, Peyton finally spoke up. “I’m Peyton, and we all woke up under a stone over there,” she points back towards the jungle that they had come out of. “There was talk about…Time travel, but none of us are really sure how we got here.”

[Sam Tyler]

[starborn_scribe]

Continuing from Ash's last post

Sam studied the newcomers: an overdressed, Brit-accented Lady President Time Lord, a green soldier from the future, a Yank-sounding Russian commander complete with bloodstained uniform, a pretty young Yank with peculiar name, and the silent bloke who looked like he could hold his own in a fight. And more who were sleeping -- one in a "stasis pod" -- a ways in the jungle.

Sam was not ready for more insanity just yet. Nevertheless it was staring him in the face. (At least the Doctor might be able to confirm Lady President Romana's story. Need to stall them until we can find him.)

"Let's get you some water, and food if you're hungry." He motioned toward the camp, hoping that Ash or Damon would get the hint and lead the group. Sam intended to take up the rear.

OOC correction

[starborn_scribe]

Oops! Sam would have introduced himself. Please read the last paragraph above as this:

"I'm Detective Inspector Sam Tyler. Let's get you some water, and food if you're hungry." He motioned toward the camp, hoping that Ash or Damon would get the hint and lead the group. Sam intended to take up the rear.

[Ivanova] Digging in

[lost_mckay]

This didn't sound good to the Commander at all, and it was a purely instinctual response on her part to dig her heels into the ground where she was, figuratively. She turned her attention to Sam, her blue eyes cool and very businesslike. It was obvious that she was very much used to being 'in command', and at the very least. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her back straightening.

"You know what, Detective... I'm not really in the mood for another march." She's Russian, and it runs deep... all those putches over the decades, centuries. "Not until I get an idea as to what is on the other end, other than 'food and water'. Now, if you want to get all this sorted out, how 'bout you send out the guy in charge and he can decide whether we're allowed 'in' or not." She smiled after, though it was for formality only. "Unless you're prepared to shoot me. In that case, well.. that'd tell us a whole lot, too."

Susan looked at the others briefly, betting on the fact that Romana'd probably happily walk into who knew what... but there was little that could convince her that it'd be a good idea.

[Ash] Oh for god's sake!

[sinanju]

"Oh for god's sake," Ash exclaimed. "We don't need a dick measuring contest," he continued. That seemed to get Sam and Ivanova's attention.

Ash thrust a hand out, pointing at the makeshift camp behind him. "Does it look like we have a gulag handy? You, 'Commander,' are two hundred years out of your jurisdiction. And the Detective Inspector here is about as far out of his jurisdiction as it's possible to get without leaving the planet."

Ash glared at everyone, silently daring them to object. (How the hell is it that I'm the one playing peace keeper here? This is seriously screwed up.) Peyton looked like she just wanted everyone to get along. The dark haired guy continued to watch silently. The green man was grinning in huge amusement but he raised his hands in an 'I don't want trouble' gesture.

"I mean look at the place! We've been stuck on this damn island for a month, most of us. And we don't look to be leaving any time soon. We've got food and water and shelter, but we're sorely lacking in dungeons or interrogation rooms. So let's just all just take a deep breath and calm down!"

[Peyton] Yeah...What he said

[lyingdrksoul]

At the detective’s suggestion of getting them food and water, Peyton’s mouth parted before snapping shut once more when Ivanova began to speak. She, too, was ready to just go along because…Well, it’s hot as hell here, and she wanted water. As the commander continued, the blonde’s eyebrows twisted together before they arched up when her gaze danced over towards Sam, the smartass that greeted the “circus,” and the guy with the baby. She didn’t see anything wrong with accepting food and drink from them…But then again she’s not a commander on star ships or whatever. She’s just a chick from L.A.

”Unless you're prepared to shoot me. In that case, well.. that'd tell us a whole lot, too." Those words made Peyton physically flinch. She isn’t one for violence, and the detective guy didn’t seem (at least to Peyton) like he was going to shoot any one of them. The “take me to your leader” deal seemed weird to her, too, but she wouldn’t pipe up about it. In fact, she just wanted water. She didn’t care if it came from a human, an alien, a sleepwalker or whatever else. So long as it was wet and non-salty, she’d be a happy camper right now.

Honestly she couldn’t see what the big deal is about going with the other group. There was a camp, so there were obviously others in the same situation of being stuck here no matter what. It’d be easier on everyone if they could get along, because god only knew how long they’d be here. This may be a permanent type of deal, and she for one isn’t about to start any fights…Which is why she went quiet instead of questioning every little thing that came out of everyone else’s mouths.

When the mouthy guy started in on Ivanova and Sam, Peyton’s eyebrows popped up again. Her eyes shifted from him to Ivanova, then to Lindsey before they go back to the smartass. He said the things she had been thinking, though again, she didn’t want to start any kind of a fight with people she might be stuck with for a while. So, by the time he was finishing up, Peyton gently gnawed on her lower lip for a moment. “Well, I’d really like some water…” She nodded a couple of times, glancing towards Ivanova, though she wasn’t checking for approval. It was more like she was trying to silently encourage the peace that the mouthy guy just promoted.

[Sam Tyler]

[starborn_scribe]

Sam glared at Ash, then gave up. (Ingrate. It's a miracle the idiot has survived this long.) Then he turned to the newcomers. "As Mr. Williams has pointed out, we're sorely lacking in facilities. This island is bizarre and dangerous. Hopefully you'll understand my wariness."

Judging from the set of the commander's jaw she wouldn't move an inch if Sam followed. Instead he drifted closer to Damon and the child. "This way." He started in the direction of the food stores, keeping an eye on the strangers.

[Damon]

[fikgirl]

/The world is going to hell when Ash is the voice of reason,/ Damon told Jon at the not!teenager's inquiry as to what was happening. A quick scan of the beach showed Jon accompanying Daniel, along with Locke, moving in their general direction.

/Huh?/ Jon's incredulity came through loud and clear.

/Long story. Let's just say that our new guests are a paranoid bunch./

/Might come in handy around here./

Damon didn't argue because he couldn't argue with that sentiment. Thus far, he hadn't felt any untoward or malicious intent from any of them; the 'Commander' was a blank slate with strong natural shields and that unsettled him just a bit. Mostly because the majority of the blank slates he encountered - at least before the island - had something to hide.

He felt more than saw Tyler's surprise at seeing Daniel's trio as they turned back toward the beach camp. (Oh yeah, Tyler is still thinking inside the box.)

"Doctor Jackson," Tyler greeted. "We have visitors."

"Of course we do." Daniel's sunglasses obscurred part of his face and particularly his eyes, so it was hard to figure out what he meant by those droll words that rolled off his tongue dead pan. Daniel looked past Tyler to the motley group and gave them a warm smile, "Hello, I'm Daniel Jackson. You all look like you could use some water and a bite to eat?"

/Smooth, Danny boy./ Although Damon knew that he probably hadn't been meant to hear Jon's thought, he couldn't help but smirk.

[Ivanova]

[lost_mckay]

"On the island for a month and still no dungeons? Tsk..." Ivanova looked back at Ash, her expression deadpanned once more. She looked vaguely, theatrically disappointed, and dropped her hands from in front of her. Still, she was trying to make light of the situation, that is, if the Detective played nice, too.

Thankfully, he was, which made it all the more easy to take the step forward once more, and begin heading in the direction of the camp. "Yes, well... water's appreciated, as is a doctor." From being a hard ass to easygoing in a single step, and no mention of the contest only seconds ago, or rather, it seemed that it'd never happened.

'Doctor Jackson'... well... that was promising.

"Commander Susan Ivanova." In Air Force parlance, that'd make her a Lt. Colonel. An O-5."Well, probably in another 200 or so years, I guess." She paused, ran a hand over her face again, catching strands of hair and tucked the larger pieces behind her ear. "Water'd be fine. I would rather get back to where we woke up before we lose daylight. We left a few people behind, a few sleeping, one awake, and I'd rather not leave them there long alone. And... I could use the help of a medical doctor."

She looked at the others for a moment, twisting around slightly as she did before returning her attention to Daniel and the others. "I can't answer for them, however. They may want a dip in the ocean for all I know."