Simon Tam (can_swear) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-15 17:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, river tam, simon tam |
RP: Kidnapped?
Characters: Simon, River
Time/Date: evening, August 15
Location: Lobby
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Simon arrives
Status: Complete
Simon had read the note when he'd woken up. He recognized the feeling of having been drugged, and he was curious how it had happened. He had only the vaguest recollections of ... what, exactly? He'd gone to bed, and then he'd woken up here, with impressions of someone in a white coat. Part of him wondered if River had tried to stop them, and he felt sick as he wondered if River was all right now. No one back on the ship would know how to handle her, to take care of her. His thoughts slid to Kaylee, but only briefly. Kaylee was strong, could handle herself, could take him not being there, but River ...
He hoped the captain didn't actually throw her off the boat.
Having skimmed down the network posts, he really didn't like the picture that was being painted. He was startled to hear Jayne's voice, because Jayne had been ... on the boat just yesterday, but was speaking as if he'd been here for at least a little while. It didn't make sense, but he was getting the feeling that a lot of this place didn't make sense. Especially the mention of (he assumed, given context) Mal and Jayne. Were they all here? But they'd all been on Serenity. How could they have been in both places?
He'd been startled by the post with gunshots, and had been vaguely reminded of the few firefights he'd been ... near. He saw the warnings about the videos, but saw no actual videos. Shaking his head, he pocketed the device and his keys before glancing around the room. This was ... bizarre. Who kidnapped people and set them up in a hotel, and then ... apparently, given the tone of the network posts, sicced reavers on them? How long had this been going on? He had so many questions, and his room offered no answers.
Logic dictated then that he either posted something to the network, or ventured out to see if he could find an actual person to talk to.
Making his way down the stairs, Simon tucked his hands into his pockets. As he stepped out into the lobby of the hotel, he began a slow exploration of the area. He saw a kitchen sort of set up with what appeared to be a nest of boxes of ammunition, and some stray clothing on a couch, and what looked to be an entertainment area. He licked his lips and shook his head again before he pressed one hand to his mouth and wondered just what, exactly, he'd gotten himself into.
Standing where he was in roughly the center of the lobby, Simon looked around a little helplessly and hoped someone showed up.