001 [lobby] deus ex machina

[notaredshirt]

"No, we're the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815."

Boone's mouth dropped open in shock for a moment. He could hear Locke yelling for him to get out and get out now, and once more there was the horrible whining of the Beechcraft as it tipped forward again. He looked to the side, trying to come up with a response to the transmission, determined to do

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[agoldengun]

Everything got more interesting around here. Day by day. From her dad not being a total creep (and her admitting to it), to her mom setting up a new Sanctuary in the middle of the damn sky. New people kept showing up just as she had. But walking in the door from hanging out around the city to a guy totally beat to shit? Not a normal day in El Dorado. Ashley cocked her head to the side, giving pause for just a moment or two before she dropped all inhibitions, stopped hesitating, and stepped right up to him.

"Uhh..." He seemed totally spaced out. She lifted a hand in front of his face, snapping her fingers a couple of times. "Guy? Yo," she said, a little louder. Her nose scrunched up in concern and confusion. "Dude, you okay?" Obviously not, Ashley; but she had to ask anyway. She'd give him the quick and easy, instead of bombarding him.

"Take it easy. Uh -.. They've got a medical -... You need to get that gash looked at. My name's Ashley," she looked toward the receptionist, then back to the guy. ".. Sorry you wound up here."

[notaredshirt]

Boone blinked a few times, slowly turning his attention towards the young woman who'd approached him. It took him a few seconds to process what she'd said to him, but from his level of confusion the likelihood of concussion had gone from 'probably' to 'definitely', and he ended up blurting out the first thing that came to mind, looking back out at the lobby quickly.

"Where am I?" He looked back at her, his eyes still wide with shock. "Am I dead?"

[agoldengun]

"You're gonna think I'm nuts, but..." Ashley paused. "... Here. Let's get you sitting down first." She offered herself up as a support. It was more insistent than generous. "Put your arm around my shoulders." She didn't want to mess around with a guy who was obviously hurt - and probably worse than it looked.

"I'm pretty sure you're not dead. Not here, anyway. And probably not back home, either. Promise I'll explain in a minute but seriously? We need to get you sitting down."

[notaredshirt]

He stared at her for a moment, still stuck on the fall, the lobby, and the headache that was slowly turning more into something foggy and maybe making him a little nauseous. He slowly wiped blood away from his eyes and nodded, wincing as the nausea and pain got worse for a beat. The room started spinning a little, but he fought it back and focused on her again.

"Yeah. Okay."

He cautiously extended his arm and put it over her shoulders. He felt kind of bad, considering he was probably pretty filthy and at least a little bloody and she wasn't, but he was smart enough to listen when someone offered support.

[afraidofnothing]

Not being certain of much, Cara was mostly trying to deal with her situation. Things were far more complicated than she was used to and things didn't seem to become 'easier' as many had insisted that it would. She couldn't just learn everything she needed overnight and it was foolish for people to just accept that she would

[notaredshirt]

Boone startled slightly at Cara's question, staring at her with a fairly standard deer in the headlights look on his face. It was like his brain had just stopped functioning, although admittedly, considering the number of times it had been smashed against something today, it really couldn't be blamed for trying to shut down a little bit.

"'m fine," he managed, wiping a line of blood out of his eyes with a shaky hand. It was a pretty massive lie, in that it would be clear to any outside observer that the bruised and battered young man should probably be on his way to the emergency room, but Boone was sticking to it for now. He looked around at the lobby again, which was starting to swim a little bit in front of his eyes. "What's going on?"

[afraidofnothing]

Well, at least Cara could understand him. She could see that he was injured, that there was serious damage at the very least to some part of him.

"You're injured. I'm unsure of what happened before you arrived here, but you're really bleeding all over the floor now. Possibly from the fall."

[notaredshirt]

He shook his head, which really just made the overwhelming feeling of dizziness worse, so he stopped, pausing a moment before attempting to talk again.

"I was... there was this plane, on a cliff and it slid off." For a moment, the groan of the metal as it had lurched forward rang in his ears and he winced, gritting his teeth and slowly swallowing before continuing. "I was in it, but I ended up here..."

He looked around the lobby again, not really looking back at Cara as he said "I think I'm dead."

[dontfearmebaby]

If and when he turned around again, there stood a pale, black-haired woman, holding a bright pink pastry box. She opened it, extending it towards the young man that appeared in the middle of the lobby as she entered the mansion. "Uh, donut?" Death offered.

He was clearly shaken up. Everyone was when they showed up in the city. But in addition to that, he was dirty, sweaty, and bleeding. The guy looked like he could use a donut.

"The cremehorns are pretty good too, if you're into those?" She offered, trying to help.

[notaredshirt]

Donuts? Under almost any other situation, Boone would have been thrilled. After a month of eating basically exclusively fish, fruit and the occasional piece of wild boar, anything baked or processed would have been fabulous. But at the moment, he was dizzy, nauseous, and it sort of felt like someone was repeatedly slamming a hammer into his head.

So, he just stared blankly at the pale woman with the pastries for a moment. He could pretty easily chalk this up into a hallucination, maybe another ridiculous test from Locke or something, but he'd hit the point where not even that made a hell of a lot of sense.

"... Don't think eating anythin'd be a good idea right now," he admitted slowly.

[dontfearmebaby]

She had a small, polite smile on her face, that box still held between them. "This is probably really scary, right? You weren't here a second ago and now you're...well, here. This is El Dorado. It's a floating city in the sky. You'll be living here now. For...an unknown amount of time. People do leave, but we don't know what happens to them."

After giving him a few moments to let that sink in, she lifted the pastry box a fraction of an inch. "You sure you don't want one?"

[notaredshirt]

El Dorado. Floating city in the sky. Whatever the hell was going on, he'd found it a lot easier to accept that he was temporarily stuck on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with basically no hope of rescue, polar bears, mysterious hatches, and apparently the ability to cure paralysis. Not to mention sister eating monster who turned out to only be hallucinations brought on by some whacky jungle paste a weird bald guy gave you for a head injury.

As such, all that new information coupled with his brand new head injury meant Boone needed a couple seconds to process all of it before slowly nodding, immediately wincing a little as the room started to sway slightly. "Yeah. Thanks though."

[suckit_list]

Kat was well-aware that a lot of people arrived in El Dorado at moments when they needed more than a friendly greeting and a few questions answered for them. She'd heard the story about the giant the vampire, and the one about the bleeding girl, so while the condition that this new stranger had arrived in wasn't surprising, it was still upsetting. The poor guy had to be even more confused than she had been on her first day in the city.

She walked over slowly so that she wouldn't scare him, her gaze more focused on his injuries than the confused look on his face. "Do you need some help?" She kept her voice soft and quiet, ready to step back if he started to panic. "I'm a nurse - I could help you."

[notaredshirt]

He blinked slowly at the new arrival. Some help probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world at this point. It wasn't like he had any idea of what the hell to do with himself.

"Yeah, I guess." He was shivering slightly, and had he been in his right might he would have realized he was probably going into shock. Still, at the moment, he was still more concerned about where he was and what the hell was happening then the fact that he may or may not be dripping blood all over the floor. He wasn't exactly sure of the extent of his injuries at this point. "What's going on?"