[Scott] Stargazingstarborn_scribeJanuary 4 2006, 20:09:28 UTC
After finishing a less than thrilling dinner of airplane food, Scott slipped off his socks and shoes and headed down to the water. The signal fire, however necessary, was ruining the magnificent view overhead. He pushed up his pant legs and waded a short distance into the surf
( ... )
Once she'd calmed down, Claire slipped out of little Sue's arms and headed back up the beach to distract herself with more work - re-packing food into rations sized portions, this time. Anything to get her mind away from the whys and wherefores of the mess her life had become.
It couldn't last forever though, so once the trays and boxes ran out she took her cold pasta with pesto (she hadn't wanted to risk the chicken dish) and sought a friendly face that wouldn't pester her with "how are you?". Charlie and Hurley were an option, but they were taking a turn by the signal fire. Dr House was.. well no, she wasn't that keen to punish herself.
Finally she noticed Sue under one of the tents, her eyes fixated on a spot closer to the makeshift infirmary, and Shannon (now sporting freshly varnished toe nails). They didn't talk much, bar a welcome, and eventually the trio just settled back and listened to the waves.
OOC: I didn't know whether Boone would come say hi, so tried to leave it open..
(OOC:Heh. Boone's on a rock, afrsaid to brave the water back to the beach in the dark.)
"My brother- step-brother, really- I haven't seen him since the crash. I figured he was just running around trying to help people. The idiot..." she looked out on the water, then to Claire. She searched the other girl's eyes, wondering whether the girl was pitying her. "He'll be fine, though. No point worrying."
She looked at her toes. Pretty. The rescue boats could only be another hour or so.
"What'll be the first thing you do, when we get back on the mainland? go back to the Sydney and be with the baby?" She didn't mention the baby's father - even in Aussieland, things must work the same. Humans are stil humans, after all.
OOC: Hmm.. next on the sick list: hypothermic Boone! Well it's possible anyway, or maybe just dehydrated.
Claire bit her lip and stared at her toes. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to tell a complete stranger about all her troubles, but then maybe she owed the other girl an explanation for her crying fit.
"Head back to Sydney, yes - after the baby's born. But the baby's being adopted. That's why I was flying over there now, because it's so close." Claire blinked moisture from her eyes. "I hope your brother's ok. have you asked after him? Tell me what he looks like, I might have seen him by the food store."
"But the baby's being adopted. That's why I was flying over there now, because it's so close."
Shannon pondered this, and wondered why the girl was giving her baby to Americans. A way of distancing herself from it? all shannon knew was that she'd do the same thing in the ciircumstances, father or not - men were useless anyways.
"I hope your brother's ok. have you asked after him? Tell me what he looks like, I might have seen him by the food store."
Shannon smiled a little. "No bother - I've had my eye on it all night. No Boone. Can;t hurt, though - A couple years older than me, short brown hair, walks like he's God's friggin' gift to humanity. If he'd seen you, though, he'd have hit on you."
She was a lot more worried than she was letting on. It felt like there was something pressing against her lungs, but she wouldn't let it show. she was stronger than that.
[Methos] Monitoring patients & tracking down a potential enemysophiedbJanuary 4 2006, 20:49:28 UTC
'Dr Pierson' spent the evening making sure that any severely injured survivors would be comfortable overnight, and that those who'd displayed signs of concussion were safe to go to sleep. Ami Jackson and Rodney McKay seemed to be under friendly supervision, which earned his nod of approval, but he resolved to check on them again before taking his turn by the signal fire.
Finally Methos turned his attention to the other Immortal. That Buzz had been irritating him all day, and he no longer saw any point in prolonging the agony.
He focused his attention, narrowing the feeling back to where it had centred previously: the small girl and young woman.. and as their eyes met across the sparks, he raised his water bottle and toasted the child who was almost certainly two millennia or more old. She nodded slowly in return, regarding him with more than a little distrust, so he shrugged and leaned back on his tree. There would be time enough for talking tomorrow.
[Locke] Contemplation (tag Daisy)starborn_scribeJanuary 4 2006, 21:20:35 UTC
Although Locke sat near the signal fire within arm's reach of a few other survivors, his thoughts were far away. (Strange that this crash which ended so many lives has reinvented mine,) he mused, slowly peeling the fragrant skin from the orange he'd taken from the fuselage. Sweet citrus mingled with warm, smokey air, contrasting sharply with the cool breeze at his back
( ... )
[Daisy] ContemplationsinanjuJanuary 5 2006, 06:04:07 UTC
Daisy sat under one of the trees in the treeline, within sight but out of earshot of the crowd. Dinner had been a real treat. It wasn't good, but it was small. Now she was enjoying the absence of chatter and the monotonous roar of the surf.
George, poor thing, seemed to find interacting with strangers a chore. She really didn't understand George sometimes. Daisy found it endlessly fascinating--all those stories, all those experiences, all those men. All those lovely men. Or rich. Or ideally, lovely and rich, and paying attention to her
( ... )
[Locke] Contemplationstarborn_scribeJanuary 5 2006, 12:58:28 UTC
After a bit of searching Locke spotted Daisy sitting alone near the treeline. Since she seemed content and this was the first occasion he'd seen her alone, Locke reluctantly concluded that she was enjoying her solitude.
Nevertheless, a promise was a promise. He strode up to the lovely woman, handing her the peeled half-orange. "I said I'd share," he smiled. He nodded toward the signal fire. "There's plenty of room near the fire, if you're looking for some company." Then he headed back, looking forward to a good night's sleep.
[Daisy] ContemplationsinanjuJanuary 6 2006, 00:20:17 UTC
Daisy took the orange. "Thank you, John," she said.
Locke turned to walk away after inviting her to join the crowd by the fire. She thought about it for a moment, but was still enjoying sitting under the tree. "Perhaps later," she said. "Good night."
Daisy pulled the orange into neat segments and popped them into her mouth one by one. It was very sweet, and juicy, and far more enjoyable than dinner had been. John really was a dear man. She was glad he'd survived the crash.
[Crane/River] Open to anyone who wants to join the duo_doctor_crane_January 4 2006, 21:58:54 UTC
Crane finally found River, urging her towards the shelter. Now that night had fallen, the girl actually seemed spooked. He coaxed her onto the makeshift bed, making sure she had a spare pillow from the plane, and a blanket. When she wouldn't stop shivering, he handed over his suit jacket
( ... )
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It couldn't last forever though, so once the trays and boxes ran out she took her cold pasta with pesto (she hadn't wanted to risk the chicken dish) and sought a friendly face that wouldn't pester her with "how are you?". Charlie and Hurley were an option, but they were taking a turn by the signal fire. Dr House was.. well no, she wasn't that keen to punish herself.
Finally she noticed Sue under one of the tents, her eyes fixated on a spot closer to the makeshift infirmary, and Shannon (now sporting freshly varnished toe nails). They didn't talk much, bar a welcome, and eventually the trio just settled back and listened to the waves.
OOC: I didn't know whether Boone would come say hi, so tried to leave it open..
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"My brother- step-brother, really- I haven't seen him since the crash. I figured he was just running around trying to help people. The idiot..." she looked out on the water, then to Claire. She searched the other girl's eyes, wondering whether the girl was pitying her. "He'll be fine, though. No point worrying."
She looked at her toes. Pretty. The rescue boats could only be another hour or so.
"What'll be the first thing you do, when we get back on the mainland? go back to the Sydney and be with the baby?" She didn't mention the baby's father - even in Aussieland, things must work the same. Humans are stil humans, after all.
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Claire bit her lip and stared at her toes. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to tell a complete stranger about all her troubles, but then maybe she owed the other girl an explanation for her crying fit.
"Head back to Sydney, yes - after the baby's born. But the baby's being adopted. That's why I was flying over there now, because it's so close." Claire blinked moisture from her eyes. "I hope your brother's ok. have you asked after him? Tell me what he looks like, I might have seen him by the food store."
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Shannon pondered this, and wondered why the girl was giving her baby to Americans. A way of distancing herself from it? all shannon knew was that she'd do the same thing in the ciircumstances, father or not - men were useless anyways.
"I hope your brother's ok. have you asked after him? Tell me what he looks like, I might have seen him by the food store."
Shannon smiled a little. "No bother - I've had my eye on it all night. No Boone. Can;t hurt, though - A couple years older than me, short brown hair, walks like he's God's friggin' gift to humanity. If he'd seen you, though, he'd have hit on you."
She was a lot more worried than she was letting on. It felt like there was something pressing against her lungs, but she wouldn't let it show. she was stronger than that.
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Finally Methos turned his attention to the other Immortal. That Buzz had been irritating him all day, and he no longer saw any point in prolonging the agony.
He focused his attention, narrowing the feeling back to where it had centred previously: the small girl and young woman.. and as their eyes met across the sparks, he raised his water bottle and toasted the child who was almost certainly two millennia or more old. She nodded slowly in return, regarding him with more than a little distrust, so he shrugged and leaned back on his tree. There would be time enough for talking tomorrow.
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George, poor thing, seemed to find interacting with strangers a chore. She really didn't understand George sometimes. Daisy found it endlessly fascinating--all those stories, all those experiences, all those men. All those lovely men. Or rich. Or ideally, lovely and rich, and paying attention to her ( ... )
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Nevertheless, a promise was a promise. He strode up to the lovely woman, handing her the peeled half-orange. "I said I'd share," he smiled. He nodded toward the signal fire. "There's plenty of room near the fire, if you're looking for some company." Then he headed back, looking forward to a good night's sleep.
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Locke turned to walk away after inviting her to join the crowd by the fire. She thought about it for a moment, but was still enjoying sitting under the tree. "Perhaps later," she said. "Good night."
Daisy pulled the orange into neat segments and popped them into her mouth one by one. It was very sweet, and juicy, and far more enjoyable than dinner had been. John really was a dear man. She was glad he'd survived the crash.
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