Continuity? We don't need no stinkin' continuity...

[sinanju]

Who: George, Daisy, Ash, Blaise, Bill & Chloe
When: Twenty minutes into the future
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Anyone who wants to play
Status: Incomplete

Comments

[Daniel]

[fikgirl]

The reactions to Locke's, and by default Gerald's, arrival was telling. Not unsubtley, a large circle widened around and away from Locke and his companion - pet - whatever. A few shifted their stances into a clearly defensive mode, noticeable even when they were seated. Faith had risen to one knee; a lioness ready to spring. Faith wasn't the only one; Blaise's hand rested on the butt of his sidearm; Ash's good hand gripped the closest, largest piece of firewood; and, Daniel had to force himself to release his instinctive grip on his pistol.

"It has children." It wasn't a question, just a simple statement of fact. Daniel didn't know why he wasn't surprised that a thus far uncategorized creature had offspring, but it was on par for everything else that happened on this island.

"And it trusts you?" The last was a question.

"Who'd you feed it to get it to trust you?" Damon asked, "Sawyer?"

"Nah, then it would have already ripped our throats out," Faith snarked.

Damon's reaction, or lack thereof, went a few steps further to Daniel relaxing. The telepaths of the camp were far more attuned to "the Guardian" than they liked, but thus far their awareness proved to be an early warning system. If Damon wasn't scurrying away to protect Claire and Aaron, then maybe there was a bit of truth to Locke's words.

The last of Locke's words caught up with Daniel's brain, "They all do? How many of them are there, John?"

[Locke]

[starborn_scribe]

Although he'd expected the survivors' skepticism, Faith's and Damon's comments annoyed Locke. Gerald, sensing his irritation, moved closer. Locke reached one hand toward the creature. It coiled around his hand affectionately. "About twenty," Locke replied.

[Oona]

[purplerhino]

"Twenty?" She'd wandered in from the side lines. "This is the oddest 'It followed me home mom, can I keep it? bit I've ever seen."

She crossed her arms. "Do you plan on cleaning up after it? You're responsible for taking it out on walks. And what the hell do you feed it?"

Hurley went white with the last question. "I'm doomed."

[Daniel, Martha, Doctor, Faith]

[fikgirl]

"Ooooh!" Ten pushed aside a branch, his dark head popping into the clearing. Dark eyes settled immediately on the 'creature' curling around Locke's arm. He held the branch aside for Martha, but excitement colored his face and was evident in the bouncing of his body. "What's that doing here? I wonder if it's natural or man made? It could be any of a variety of various creatures -"

With Martha free of the jungle, Ten bounced over to Locke and whipped out the sonic screwdriver.

Daniel's eyes darted between the pair, "Aren't you supposed to be -" He stopped, looked at Chloe, "Aren't all of you supposed to be on the TARDIS?"

Ten shrugged, clearly unbothered by the situation, "Stranger things have happened, then, haven't they?"

Daniel frowned. He actually didn't have an answer for that.

"Let's see, gaseous, amorphous or -" The screwdriver flashed and beeped and Ten rocked like a delighted child.

"Do you have to go and take a poke at everything with your little screwdriver?" Martha grinned.

Ten gasped, insulted. He waved the screwdriver in her direction, "Have I taught you nothing? It's not the size that matters."

"Really?" Martha quirked her eyebrows, her grin widening.

"Oh stop it with your over sexed little human mind," Ten rolled his eyes and went back to studying Gerald. "It's just lucky for you lot that this creature isn't one of the Brood of Eros. The pheromones those creatures give off would have you slave to your primitive rutting instincts in a few hours time."

Faith smirked and waggled her eyebrows, "Some of us don't need pheromones, Doc."

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[purplerhino]

"And some of us have undersexed non-human minds, thanks. Least we don't operate on a constant caffeine and sugar high. Good thing there aren't any pixie sticks... the human kind... on this island." Molly muttered to herself. "And Daana bless us all if the British were introduced to S'mores."

"So we've established that Gerald the smoke baby isn't overtly dangerous, and doesn't bite off the hand that waves glowing sticks in it's face... remarkable patient if you ask me..." Molly spoke up. "So, John, how did you even get close enough to mommie dearest to find out she's a discretionary eater? Because, I know you aren't an idiot, which means you have brass balls or you slipped while getting away and managed not to end up dinner."

Oorie and Vincent chose that moment to cound into the group, Oorie yapping excitedly at Locke's new pet.

"And we aren't feeding it puppies, either." Oona insisted. "Or Hurley."

[Locke]

[starborn_scribe]

Locke gave Hurley a reassuring smile. "Neither Gerald nor his mother eat people," he clarified. Although the Guardian and its offspring seemed genderless, it seemed simplest to use masculine and feminine pronouns. "I'm not sure what they eat, if anything."

Gerald twined up Locke's arm, across his shoulders, then down his other arm. The insubstantial creature felt cool, raising goosebumps. "Go play with Oorie," he told it. To Molly and the others he said, "Sometimes when I'm in the jungle hunting or checking traps the Guardian finds me. She's telepathic in a way. Speaks with images. By obeying her wishes to stay away from her next I earned her trust."