[Ami] Welcome to the Neighborhood

[fikgirl]

Who: Ami
Where: The Beach
When: Day 36, during/after Volleyball!
Invited: Anyone, especially the new characters
Status: Complete

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[lyingdrksoul]

Peyton felt bad about going on and on with the questions, she really did. Sometimes she forgets when to shut up, but now that they're going to meet the others, she can keep a lid on it.

She watched the game as they made their way over, and she gave a soft laugh. She had never seen a basketball being used for a volleyball before. (Lucas and Nathan would be laughing right now,) she told herself with a shake of her head.

Shielding her eyes with one hand, Peyton paused a little away from the game as she took a look around at the other people that were either playing in the game or watching it. She offered a bit of a smile, but decided to let someone else start the introductions.

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

Rodney had been 'racing' his hermitcrabs, marking one shell with a few more tic marks than the other. He put it aside, in the makeshift bowl, talking to it quietly before picking up the other, giving it a long looking over, and placing it into the bowl with its 'brother'.

He looked up, then... and noticed there were people around that he didn't immediately recognize. Okay... it'd be a fair bet that he'd be hard put to name everyone here, even after a month and a half, but at least he can tell who is the 'good guys' and who are the 'bad'. With new people in the mix, it meant that not only might he be expected to remember names, but also might have to 'get along'. Just when he had a basic understanding with everyone here...

Still, the new girl was kinda cute... and climbing to his feet a little awkwardly, he dusted himself off, getting most, but not all, the sand off. He hesitated, however, when he saw the, well, green guy. Okay, that's just... wierd.

[Bill]

[sinanju]

Bill was aware of the looks he was getting. He wasn't surprised. It had been so long since he'd seen anyone who wasn't part of the CDF--wasn't green--that he was probably as surprised as they were. Or maybe not; he at least knew that most people were people-colored, but they'd never seen anyone green.

There was a pick-up volleyball game going on, using a basketball. It looked like fun. Bill was content to watch, though. There were a lot of people in this camp too, and without exception the women were good looking. In most cases very good looking

[Peyton]

[lyingdrksoul]

As everyone looked them over Peyton seriously debated on doing a model turn for them. Instead, she dug her free hand deeper into her jeans pocket. It felt weird, because everyone else had a logical reason for being trapped on the island -- the plane crash. The rest of them, the group she woke up with, just woke up here.

"I'm Peyton," she offered finally, and she pulled her hand from her pocket and pointed towards the jungle where she and the others woke up at. "We, uh...Woke up...Under this mushroom rock...Over there?" She didn't mean for it to come out sounding like a question, but it was the best she could give.

Turning back to the volleyball players, Peyton bit her lower lip again since that was pretty much all she could offer. Any other explanation as far as time traveling or whatever else would have to come from someone who actually knew what they were talking about.

[McKay] Clues?

[lost_mckay]

Rodney watched Peyton, listening to her stammered introduction and explanation as to her presence on the island. His head canted before he became a flurry of activity, veritably jumping to his feet. The action was a little quick, however, and he swayed as his blood caught up with a quiet 'whoa', his hand put out in reaction to steady himself

[John]

[magicalelf]

John paused and turned as the impromtu game came to a somewhat sudden stop, and he soon saw why. There was a group of new campers making their way toward them, and one of them was definitely standing out. John made ducked under the net and went to stand beside Aeryn, dusting off his hands and thighs. "I wonder where they hell they came from?" he said to her, looking over the newest set of wanderers. "And I wonder if that dude is half plant, like P'au? He's green, could be photosynthesis going on or something, I never take anything for granted anymore"

He raised a hand in greeting as the lot drew closer, looking wary. "Hey there!" he called, "Welcome to our little corner of paradise!"

He found it disheartening and more than a little disconcerting that more people were being somehow drawn and stranded here.

[Lindsey]

[born_again_boy]

ENTER LINDSEY

Lindsey trailed a bit behind the others as they walked over to the volleyball game. When he got there, he stood beside Peyton, once again in silence, figuring it was more economical to wait until more people wandered over before starting to explain who they all were, and how they had gotten there. He did offer up a muttered "I'm Lindsey," in case anyone was interested.

[Tara]

[weirdweb]

Tara blinked in surprise at the green man before turning her attention to the other two, a pretty but nervous blonde and an equally uncomfortable dark-haired man. Ironically enough, the green guy was cheerful and the other two - well, Lindsey looked wary and the blonde, Peyton, looked like she'd been shoved onto a stage in front of hundreds of parents and told to "buy time" while they fixed the bleachers the rest of the school choir had to stand on.

Personal experience? Maybe, but Tara understood how it felt to be put on the spot.

So she stepped forward as well, crossing under the net now that the game was effectively over. "Hi," she said, smiling shyly at both of them although most of the reassurance was directed at Peyton. "I'm Tara. D-Did you say a mushroom?"

[Peyton] Temporal wha huh?

[lyingdrksoul]

At first Peyton offered a simple "thanks" to the guy who welcomed them to paradise, but soon enough the guy who jumped up pretty much grabbed her attention. She gave a sideways glance to Lindsey when he joined the group, but then started to answer the questions.

"It's about half a mile back that way, in the jungle." She pointed again, but the guy had pretty much lost her at "temporal distortion field." Her eyebrows popped up when he yelled, but soon enough Tara grabbed her attention.

Peyton smiled in return and visibly calmed as Tara started talking to her. (Good...Here's hoping the conversation doesn't head for the weird,) she told herself. "Yeah...Honestly, I don't know how to explain it." She shook her head. "I went to sleep in London and woke up here." She offered a bit of a shrug since she couldn't really explain any more than that.

[John]

[magicalelf]

John watched the proceedings with a small frown. There were really more questions than there were answers, and he didn't like that. Not one bit. Any tension that had been eased with the start of their game was gone. His back and shoulders were tense again and a frown had formed on his sun-burned brow. The dark-haired woman with the Russian sounding name seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform. Or had been before the heat of this place got the better of her. And she seemed to have a rank too, probably even a serial number if he asked her.

"Babe ... I'll be right back," he said quietly to Aeryn. He wanted to have a chat with this woman, see what she knew, if anything. One officer to another, so to speak.

He made his way over to Ivanova. "Hi there," he said with a friendly smile, sticking his hand out, "John Crichton. Commander. Or .. I was anyway ... so, how did you say you got here?"

[Ivanova]

[lost_mckay]

Ivanova looked at the approaching man, hand outstretched, and laid her jacket in the sand for a moment. On the banded collar could be seen rank insignia of some sort, stylized patches on the shoulders. It'd seen better days, of course, and in the tropics, it wasn't the smartest thing to wear

[Daniel]

[fikgirl]

Daniel noticed that the group was breaking into smaller groups, playing "Welcome the Newcomers," and he stood back to watch the disassembly. He was drifting around and near enough to hear the unidentified man tell Rodney to come with him. Fortunately, he also heard the woman who'd identified herself earlier as "Commander Ivanova" explain the man's behavior

[Lindsey]

[born_again_boy]

Lindsey watched as more of the castaways joined the group, and tried to attach names to faces and commit them to memory. He still thought that tracking down the aforementioned savages was the most logical move for trying to get off the island, but he also knew that doing so on his own, knowing as little as he knew about the place was akin to suicide. And while Lindsey might tend towards confidence bordering on arrogance at times, his penchant for a death wish had somewhat wavered after being shot twice in the chest

[Mayday]

[weirdweb]

((OOC: Shifting to the left to address the shelter crew and not the psychics. And I keep forgetting to mention for new people that May's got a noticeable - not heavy, but noticeable - Queens accent

[Peyton]

[lyingdrksoul]

"Oh, sorry," Peyton offered when she almost ran into the other woman, and stopped moving all together. Between the conversation that Marie was having with Ami, the issue with that Sawyer guy, and Ivanova's explanations...Peyton just wanted to focus on something that didn't involve time travel, alternate universes, or aliens

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

Isabel tossed the basketball casually back toward the group.

"I grew up in Roswell, New Mexico," Isabel said. "And yes, an alien spacecraft did crash there. I was on it." She grinned. It was nice to be somewhere she could just tell people who she really was. "Tents aren't too hard, but you might not like it so much if there's a storm."

[Blaise]

[sinanju]

"That may be true," Blaise said, joining the group, "but if you happen to have a tent handy, they're awfully convenient." He and Daniel Jackson were sleeping in the one-man tents they'd packed as part of their gear when they stepped through the stargate. So had Powell, though he hadn't survived their arrival on the beach by more than an hour. Jon was currently using his tent.

"And if the tents blow away in a storm," Blaise continued, "which I suppose is entirely possible if we're still here when storm season comes along, well--we can always build new shelters then. And in the mean time they're a lot less work to maintain than most of the other shelters."

Blaise addressed Peyton. "Hi, Parker Blaise. You're Peyton, aren't you? Don't worry--you'll have help building a shelter for yourself. Between the lot of us we've acquired a lot of practice."