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[lifeisa_test]

Gil didn't dream, because he wasn't asleep. This was just the inert state of a body that had taken all it could possibly take and a mind that could no longer sustain the necessary level of fury to drag it along willing or not. But that sort of thing couldn't last forever, and when Gil opened his eyes the world he saw was... rather more different

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[pawnoffenric]

Ace whistled as she headed towards the beach. She swam to work the muscles in her legs and all that - she didn't want another confrontation with Robin, and the looks she'd gotten from Ianto and Jack had been more then enough, for all that they'd been months ago.

So three times a week, she went and swam and stretched and did all that mess so that she wouldn't have to deal with it again. She wouldn't say that she liked it (even though she did), mostly because that would mean that they won, sort of. So instead, Ace slung her rucksack over her shoulder, the worn canvas thumping against her bare back. She'd tanned by this point, the bikini top and skirt doing little to hide the thinness that came from eating mostly fruit and vegetables and fish.

[lifeisa_test]

The girl that emerged from the jungle path wasn't paying attention to him, just moving cheerfully toward the beach. This was not behavior Gil would have associated with a captor, but of course you never knew with some people.

So, because you never knew, Gil did not put away his useless death ray as he strode purposefully towards her, expression as filled with rage as it would go. This was quite a lot; one thing no Spark had ever been without was the ability to express anger.

[pawnoffenric]

She looked up, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. She heard his footsteps, then when she looked up... he was angry, obviously. "What's wrong?" She wasn't really used to walking in on enraged people... well, except the Doctor. Or... the mirror, or Glitz, or-

Lots of them, really.

[lifeisa_test]

And that was worry. It was looking less likely, he had to admit, that this girl knew anything, but there was no sense in dismissing any possibility yet. He kept moving forward till he was right in front of her, glared down, and said "Who are you?"

[benedictbecky]

"Well, hello there, sugar," Becky said, stopping in her path. It wasn't the first time she'd ever seen anyone just pop outta the blue, but she didn't think it'd be the last, either. With the ungodly hot weather, she didn't wear her jacket anymore, but a dozen or so crosses jangled 'round her neck.

She gave the poor bastard a smile. "You need a hand there?"

[lifeisa_test]

Sugar? That was an odd form of address, but then, thought Gil, a lot of things were odd about this. At least "sugar" was something he could live with.

"I'm fine," he said irritably, because he was minus one gunshot wound and even if he was a prisoner that was a net gain.

[benedictbecky]

"Better than a lotta people who show up here," Becky said pragmatically. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you're new." She pushed her hands into her pockets as she came forward.

"My name's Becky."

[lifeisa_test]

Gil stood right where he was, a cautious eye on Becky; he did not, at this point, seriously think that she was going to take something nasty out of that pocket, but it never hurt to be ready.

"Mine is Gilgamesh," he said. "And at least you can tell. The first person I met probably thinks I'm just mad."

[first_worde]

Rupert passed the man with little to no thought, but something about his clothing made him stop. He stopped, and looked back over at him, then wandered nearer.

"Are you from the Disc?" he asked, because Rupert thought he looked vaguely familiar. This was probably because he was male, of a certain age, and exuded a certain level of Wealth.

[lifeisa_test]

"The what?" Gil couldn't think what the man could possibly be talking about, but at least he didn't seem dangerous. He actually reminded him a little of Paris, almost; he'd known some people there who'd had that casual, slightly dim air of good humor.

[first_worde]

"The Disc," Rupert sighed. Probably from Earth. "Only proper shaped world around, anymore." He said this wholly without irony, because irony was even one step further out of Rupert's grasp than sarcasm was.

"I'm Rupert de Worde."

[lifeisa_test]

Worlds, he thought wonderingly. It was all like something out of a Heterodyne story... or maybe Trelawney Thorpe, since de Worde sounded more British.

"I'm afraid not," he said. "I'm Gilgamesh Wulfenbach."