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[alas_yorick]

Yorick walked along the boardwalk with 1812 at his side. Sure, he was stranded on the island of Dr. Moreau, but he had his own souped up robot that could fire lasers, so he guessed he could have been worse off

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[skybot_snd]

Despite the significant gap in their respective technologies, Austin still felt a certain amount of responsibility - if not kinship - towards Crichton's tiny repair droid. As a result, when he saw 1812 rolling around with a complete stranger, he tensed immediately.

"Sir, stop right there," he instructed, employing the most authoritative tone in his arsenal, and keeping his glare on a suitably threatening level. He didn't go for the gun, but his hand hovered warningly in its vicinity. "I suggest you explain exactly how the droid came to be in your possession."

[alas_yorick]

...And Yorick had been worried about Amazons. John must have been a lying liar if he thought Yorick was safe with the fucking T-1000 patrolling the island.

He put his hands up, palms out.

"I swear to God, I haven't seen John Connor, and this is not the droid you're looking for."

Heh. Might as well throw a little Star Wars humor in there before he was about to die.

[skybot_snd]

This was the second time in several weeks that a recent arrival had responded that way upon encountering him, and Austin briefly wondered what about him inspired that particular reaction. Was it his unyielding pursuit of the law?

Well... possibly the prospect of getting impaled by liquid metal. People tended to have overly high expectations of him.

"I have little interest in John Connor. Or R2-D2, for that matter." He kept dangerously still, gaze boring into the robot hijacker (guilty until proven innocent seemed like a perfectly reasonable assumption). "Now answer the question."

[alas_yorick]

Holy shit, the T-1000 knew Star Wars? Yorick couldn't imagine a terminator of death would be interested in intergalactic space battles.

He was pretty sure that glare rivaled even 355's.

"John Crichton, the Astronaut? He let me borrow 1812."

[gotacigarette]

"They're all over the bloody place."

She's sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, smoking a cigarette with the heels of her combat boots dug into the sand. The bloke seems to be having trouble with a monkey. Feels like the story of Eden's fucking life. She blows smoke out of the corner of her mouth.

"You'll get used to it."

[alas_yorick]

Yorick looked toward the sound of the woman's voice.

"1812, scan for weapons," he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth to 1812.

1812 must not have heard, because he turned in a circle and tilted both antennae up toward him.

"Thought he was mine. I've got a Capuchin, uh...back home, I guess. Since I am...not at home. Anymore."

Way to look like a tourist, he thought to himself.

[gotacigarette]

For the record, Eden is weaponless. Which doesn't really matter, in the grand scheme of things, but he doesn't need to know that.

"You'll get used to it," she says, dragging on her cigarette. "I'm expecting to any day now."

[alas_yorick]

"Yeah?" He wasn't so sure about that. Though, it was kind of reassuring to find another person out here. It was getting a little creepy with just him and R2. "How long have you been here?" he asked, wondering if her answer would be even longer than three years.

[frakkup]

The sound of Yorick's footsteps moving on the boardwalk towards her could have been anyone's, but at the shouted 'Ampersand!' Kara's head whipped up.

"Holy shit," she breathed, starting towards him. "Yorick?"

[alas_yorick]

Yorick looked away from the trees toward his own name, his heart speeding up for just a second thinking it was 355 or Dr. Mann.

Blond. He didn't recognize the woman.

"Hi?" he said, looking uncertain. He wondered if this was what John had warned him about.

[frakkup]

"Gods," said Kara, jogging the rest of the way up to him. "It is you. When'd you get here? Where's your monkey?"

[alas_yorick]

Only with the rest of the men dead or in a parallel dimension would a girl as pretty as this one be that excited to see him. He glanced at 1812, wondering if he had video recording abilities.

"He's sick," Yorick said dumbly. "355 has him, so...I guess he's not here."

[lawyered]

Marshall was just strolling along the path, minding his own business, when he heard a freakin' outrageous screech. It totally reminded him of all those screaming monkeys in 28 Days Later and suddenly Marshall's good mood evaporated. The monkey sounded crazy and Marshall was not about to take any chances.

"Run for cover!" he bellowed, veering off the path and plowing into a clump of foliage.

[alas_yorick]

Yorick spun around in time to see somebody dive behind some bushes. Startled, he ducked down himself, half-expecting to feel the whir of an arrow or a bullet pass him.

It didn't, he couldn't see anything, but that didn't mean there wasn't danger around. "C'mon 1812," he whispered, making for the bushes himself. 1812 seemed to move about in protest, but it wasn't like Yorick could speak robot.

"Hey," he whispered to the other guy, "what's going on?"

[lawyered]

Using a large hand to palm down a bigass frond in his way, Marshall peered over at that dude from Two Guys, A Girl, and a Pizza Place. Huh. Running into fictional people would never get old. It was pretty awesome!

"Hey," he stage-whispered back, "I'm not sure but it might be the end of the friggan' world!"

[alas_yorick]

"Been there, done that, got my own Culper Ring body guard," Yorick stage-whispered back. "What's the cause this time? Volcano? Tribal sacrifice?"

[theunascended]

Daniel frowned a little when he saw the little robot. "Hey there, fella. Where's Crichton?" Then he heard the screech and the monkey. Huh. Maybe Crichton hadn't been lying when he said there was a demon monkey on the island.

"Beelzemonkey?"

Couldn't be. Right?

[alas_yorick]

Yorick looked over at...that dude from Stargate?

"Beelzemonkey? What the hell is that?" he asked, trying to decide if he was just imagining the uncanny resemblance this guy had to Daniel Jackson.

[theunascended]

"Whatever Crichton's nemesis on the island is." Daniel replied, looking between the man and the robot. He looked around, but clearly Crichton wasn't anywhere in sight. "What are you doing with 1812?" he asked curiously.

He knew that he wasn't Crichton's only friend, but the little robot seemed to follow Crichton everywhere.

[alas_yorick]

John had a nemesis on the island called Beelzemonkey?

"John lent him to me," Yorick explained. "I'm new. I guess he noticed I was kind of freaked out."