[GAME EVENT] One of These Things Just Doesn't Belong (tagging Team Cockpit)

[fikgirl]

Team Cockpit is coming from hereThey moved out, sometimes making idle small talk, but mostly just listening. At first they listened to Sergeant Blaise as he directed them on how to mark their route and what to look for to find their way back to Camp Crash. Later they listened to the jungle sounds, and Megabyte figured that everyone was involved in

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[Blaise] Open Fire!

[sinanju]

Blaise was never able to say afterward what caught his attention. All he knew was that something had. He signaled the group to halt and--amazingly--they halted. Then waited silently. It was more discipline than he'd expected from most of them. Maybe they'd sensed something wrong as well

[Rodney] (open tag)

[jayel_fox]

Rodney let out a shaky breath and lowered his weapon, consciously forcing himself to loosen his grip. Not a damn shot. He hadn't fired a damn shot, too afraid of hitting one of the civilians, but luckily the sergeant's P90 had more than enough stopping power.

"That," he said between adrenaline-fueled gasps, "is so not a dinosaur."

[George] (open tag)

[sinanju]

George was quietly standing with the others, gaze wandering over the foliage as she listened intently for...what? The Marine sergeant apparently thought he'd heard or seen something. Then she heard it. Something big and heavy crashing through the brush in her direction. (Oh shit! It's the dinosaur!) George edged backward slightly, her attention now focused on the wall of greenery from which she expected the killer dinosaur to emerge

[Jon] (open tag)

[sophiedb]

"Fucked up doesn't even begin to cover it," Jon muttered as he made his way over to Blaise and the corpse. He wanted to give the Marine a proper pat on the back for his reaction, but that wasn't about to happen - not right now - so he settled for a cheeky-sounding: "oorah, eh Sergeant?" before squatting down for a better look at the body.

The fur was dirty and stained with green in places, but it was a polar bear, clear and simple. Jon shook his head in utter frustration. Polar bears, this far south? They lived in the Arctic Circle for cryin' out loud, not near the equator. By the look of it the thing wasn't even tagged, which he guessed would be SOP for a zoo transport, so where the hell had it come from?

"Hey guys, did the Bermuda Triangle take a left turn when no-one was looking?" he quipped, raising an eyebrow in Blaise's direction. "More importantly, does our resident Canadian - or anyone else - know whether polar bears do that 'mating for life' thing?"

[George] The bear is well hung at last (open tag)

[sinanju]

Continued from here.George watched curiously as Locke sliced into the bear's head, revealing bone and pronounced it a real bear. Watching Jon and Locke prepare the rope for suspending the bear's corpse from a tree wasn't as interesting and she paid attention instead to Damon and McKay's discussion of cybernetic polar bears and then why McKay had been in Australia

[Megabyte] (open)

[fikgirl]

Megabyte was glad to have moved beyond the bear issue and be back onward with the search for the cockpit. His conversation with Rodney had been interrupted for stringing up bear, and in a way he was grateful. He realized that saying too much about some of those organizations that no one knows about - SSIA, FSA, NID, to name only a few - was probably not the best or wisest of ideas. It made him either sound like he knew too much (Which I do,) or one of those crazy conspiracy theorists (Which I've been accused of.)

Instead, he turned his attention to his interesting group of companions. He considered trying to draw them out in idle conversation, but the determined looks on their faces made him think otherwise. He decided to focus on George, walking in front of him, actually glad that he'd ended up walking behind her. It gave him ample opportunity to enjoy the view.

(OOC: *snicker*)

[Jon] Finding the nose (open tag)

[sophiedb]

The walk through the jungle felt far more subdued after the polar bear incident, like they were almost on the same page now that the island's weirdness had shown itself more tangibly. Hearing a monster roar and crash, and seeing a charging mass of fur and teeth - apparently that made all the difference. Not that it was too surprising, life and death situations being what they were, but it was interesting to witness in a group this motley nonetheless. People were watching where they stepped more carefully, glancing around them.. jumping when a bird flew out from above. Even Rodney was fairly silent, miracle of miracles - though Damon seemd unduly interested in George's behind..

Heh..The smell of burnt plastic and ozone was the first sign that they were close, followed by a bright gap in the dense forest canopy to one side of their path where sunshine streamed into the shady half-light below. Blaise obviously smelt the wonderful aroma too, changing direction to lead them to the edge of an unnatural clearing before calling a silent halt

[Megabyte] (open tag)

[fikgirl]

Staring up at the broken cockpit, the Oceanic logo peeking out from the charred and destroyed shrubbery near the ground, made Megabyte feel like maybe he should say a prayer to the God that he wasn't quite certain he believed in. The surreality of it all came down on him at that moment - the crash, but mostly the fact that he had survived.

He fell back on his abandoned Catholic upbringing and crossed himself, muttering a soft benediction. Then he turned and looked at Blaise, all practicality, "We should probably salvage any medicines and anything useful from this part of the plane as well."

He didn't harbor any hopes of finding anyone alive.