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Brigitte Fitzgerald (suicidalwolf) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-05-30 11:29:00

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arrival, brigitte fitzgerald, complete, day 1, ginger fitzgerald, john crichton

Waking up
Who: Brigitte Fitzgerald and OTA
What: Waking up and having a wtf? Moment.
When: 11:00am
Where: On the grounds of the dude ranch, near the stables.
Status: Closed thread.
Rating: PG 13 for swearing and embarrassing nudity

The sun felt warm on Brigitte’s skin as she rolled over on the grass and opened her eyes. For a moment she just laid there sleepily staring up at the sky and clouds above her before her mind started pestering her. Something’s not right, Brigitte’s inner voice insisted. She shouldn’t be looking up at clouds just after waking up. The brunette blinked; she was confused for a little bit before it all came rushing back to her.

Ghost locking her up in the cellar, transforming into a werewolf and then the painful transformation back after those long, grueling days when she was trapped as the beast. Brigitte sat up with a shocked look upon her face. Where was she? How had she gotten out of the cellar? Where was Ghost?

Then Brigitte looked down at herself and let out a yelp. Where the fuck were her clothes? While Brigitte tried to cover her nudity, her eyes scanned her surroundings. It looked like she was on a farm. There was a stable with a fence nearby but what interested Brigitte were the saddle blankets drying on the fence. Glancing around to make sure no one saw her, Brigitte darted over and grabbed a blanket to wrap around herself. It was scratchy and slightly damp but it would do.

“Where am I?” She muttered out loud. “And in the hell did I get here?”

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johnrcrichton00
2008-05-30 01:26 pm UTC (link)

Crichton kicked back his covers and climbed out of bed early. He had dreamed of being on Moya again, amongst his friends…he had dreamed of Aeryn Sun…God how he missed her.

“Not gonna frelling mope around all day. No way”, he told himself as he hurried to the shower.

While soaping himself up and singing ‘American Pie’ like his ears were plugged, the former astronaut decided that he would hurry down to the front desk to see if there were any ‘blinking key rings’. He had discovered that keys magically appear in the cubby holes at the desk when a new person arrives on the planet…and when they do, the key ring blinks to let the golems know they have a pick up. Having been there for awhile and watched this, Crichton and others decided to snatch a key and see what happened. After that, whenever they felt like it, they assisted the golems in welcoming the arrivals. This morning, Crichton needed something to do!

Toweling off, he dressed and grabbed an apple to munch on…he didn’t even feel like taking time out for breakfast and being drawn into a possibly long conversation. Hurrying down to the main lobby, he checked the cubby holes and smiled…there it was…room F213, blinking away! “Yes!”, he exclaimed, snatching the key quickly and jogging out the door.

Thinking he may have to take a horse, Crichton turned towards the stables and What the frell?…he stopped dead in his tracks and ducked behind a tree A naked chick! I’m guessing she’s our newest member. Looking down, Crichton stomped his foot, “You’ve been a very naughty planet! Stealing naked women…shame on you! Shame! Shame! Shame!”. Quickly, Crichton peeked back around the tree to see what the naked chick was doing. Ahhh, she found some blankets. He would have gotten her the blankets…eventually…it would’ve been the right thing to do…right?

Stepping out, Crichton approached the young dark-haired woman, “Welcome to Disneyland, little lady!”, he greeted with a big smile and a swagger. When she looked his way. He noticed something different. Maybe she wasn’t human…he had spent years amongst alien women, so he was used to noticing subtle differences.

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suicidalwolf
2008-05-30 02:22 pm UTC (link)

Brigitte spun around when she heard the footsteps coming toward her and was greeted with the sight of a dark haired man with big grin. A flush crept over the young woman's face. Brigitte had never been comfortable with nudity and now having to deal with a stranger on top of it made the situation ten times more embarrassing.

Still, she couldn't help but scoff when he called this place Disneyland. "You're joking right? Looks I've been dropped in the middle of a western to me." Her pale eyes surveyed the man.

"Who are you?" She asked bluntly. Unable to control herself, a slew of questions spilled from Brigitte's mouth, betraying her underlying fear of what had just happened to here. "Where am I really to? And how did I get here? Who brought me here? The last thing I remember was being in Canada and--"

Brigitte glanced down at the saddle bag covering her body. She decided not to explain what exactly had happened before arriving here and settled on another questions.

"And do you know where I can get some clothes?" she finished meekly. Brigitte was lucky she hadn't woken up somewhere cold or in a snow bank like the last time she passed out but being naked anywhere was uncomfortable.

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searchandestroy
2008-05-30 02:40 pm UTC (link)

Intrigued. Yes. That was Ginger's expression at the moment, sure her key would blink soon too but could he see that? Probably not. "What the fuck, B!" the young woman nearly sashayed toward the two holding what looked like a white bath robe draped over her arms. "Already hanging with the perverts." the red head shook her head lightly and just tossed the bathrobe at her sister. Now, probably what was going through Brigitte's head was how Ginge was alive. Her emerald hues danced in the sunlight, sparkling in an evil way.

"Thought you might need this." the girl attempted to move past a wall and then realized something. She ran into it. "OW!" husky voice growled angrily, but definitely not a whine. She was human. Then revenge fell upon her and instantly Ginger whirled on her feet and looked to the boy, or man or whatever he could be classified as, hell maybe he was dinner.

"What the hell is this!"

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johnrcrichton00
2008-05-30 09:07 pm UTC (link)

Crichton grinned at the dark-haired girl's blunt demeanor,"Whoa! Graduate of Miss Manners School for Girls, eh?", he teased, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. Seeing her embarassment, though, wiped the grin from his face, "Okay, Sweet Pea, my name is John Crichton, but most people just call me Crichton. You are on another planet, if you can wrap your pretty little head around that, and this is a Dude Ranch, right now, called 'Mirage'. As for who brought you here, it was The Planet, itself....we'll get you some clothes, but follow me, you have to see this plaque...all first time arrivals have to read it".

Just as Crichton started to turn, another voice rang out and he automatically went for the pistol at his hip...he didn't go anywhere without his trusty 'Winona'. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was another girl...she appeared to be of the same race as the first one. "Careful, Red, I could have made your welcome a farewell!", he soothed, holstering his pulse pistol. Hearing her 'colorful' language, he wasn't so sure how pleasant the surprise was..."Ah, another Miss Manners grad!", he smirked. At least she brought a robe for the other one...wait...how'd she know to bring a robe?.

Looking at the single key in his hand, Crichton spoke to the redhead,"There is probably another key back at the lobby for you. Follow me and ask your girlfriend back there what I've already told her", heading for the plaque, the tall man looked up into the sky and raised his arms, "You forgot the blonde, Planet! Always remember...blonde, brunette, redhead...ya gotta send a complete set! I'm gonna let it slide this time, but next time, I'm going to litter or pee in one of your lakes...don't try me..."

Having rambled on at the planet, Crichton led the two new arrivals to the center of the resort, "Here we are, girls! Feast your eyes on...DA DA DA DA THE PLAQUE!"... mounted in there for all first time arrivals, it read...

""Welcome to Mirage.
This is your new home.
Your every need will be fulfilled.
You will have a place to live.
You will have food and clothing.
You will have entertainment.
You will have company.
You will not be able to leave.
You will not kill. Ever.
If you have questions, ask my assistants.
Love,
The Planet"

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suicidalwolf
2008-05-31 03:08 am UTC (link)

John Crichton, as the man introduced himself as, seemed to have quiet the sense of humor that might have annoyed Brigitte normally if she hadn't been so frightened. Right now, it was comforting and made the situation seem less dangerous. The young slender woman listened attentively as John gave her the answers to her questions. Being on about planet was impossible to fathom since Brigitte was from a era that had yet to master space travel and as far as she knew, the only people had landed on yet was the moon yet the idea that the planet itself had brought her here just went over her head. "How is that possible?", she softly murmured, half speaking to John and half speaking to herself as she looked over beautiful landscape before her.

Brigitte's attention was brought back to John when he mentioned a plaque she had to read that apparently all first timers had to read. Does that mean there are more people here? Brigitte wondered. Well, duh. Unless you think you and John are in some sort of Adam and Eve scenario, her mind added. A rare smile graced Brigitte's face at the thought. She at least had the naked part down to play Eve. The smile wouldn't last as she heard more foot steps approaching from behind and saw John's hand instinctively of for his pistol. Brigitte hadn't noticed the gun at first and silently cursed at herself for being so blind. Well, I have just woken up on another planet, Brigitte silently decided. I think I can be forgiven for not noticing ever little detail in period of adjustment. It did make her wonder why John carried a gun though. She looked over her shoulder at the new person coming toward them and felt her eyes widen and her heart race.

"Ginger".

This dream like scenario had just turned into a total fucking nightmare.

Brigitte just stood there staring blankly at Ginger who was grinning at her before the redhead threw a robe at the younger Fitzgerald. Brigitte didn't question how Ginger knew her sister was here and naked, her mind was far too concerned with the reality that Ginger was actually. "This isn't possible..." the werewolf breathed. The air suddenly seemed heavy and toxic as Brigitte tried to breath but it was the panic threatening to swipe over that made it feel that way. All the brunette could think was 'I'm dead. I'm dead and this hell in a pretty package'.

Though, speaking of pretty packages, John's voice broke through Brigitte's inward worries when he started scolding the planet. "I wouldn't threaten a planet John. It'd probably throw an earthquake at us to get back at you", she replied in a flat, somewhat dazed voice. She was still looking at Ginger as she spoke and the shock Brigitte was feeling was written all across her face.

When John started leading them to plaque, Brigitte followed blindly as she still tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. Another planet, strange people, Ginger Alive, it was almost too much. Her eyes moved over the plaque, reading it quickly as Brigitte was always a fast learner and after the third scan, she had it memorized. There was some comfort for her in the line 'You will not kill. Ever' because at least that meant that no one could kill her but the 'Not able to leave' part had her wondering.

"How can a planet do all this?" She asked John. "Has anyone tried to leave yet? And..." Brigitte glanced hesitantly at her sister Ginger. "We're alive right? This isn't some fucked up version of hell is it?"

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searchandestroy
2008-06-01 06:31 pm UTC (link)

"Excuse me?" pursing her lips in a sarcastic-type of expression. Ginger cut her gaze to her younger sibling and then noticed right when she was saying it that it was true. "She's fifteen, you can't just keep her here! Bull shit with all this planet crap. You're full of it, buddy." she was angry and had every right to be. "You obviously graduated from dick school, am I right? Let her go." the woman let out an inhuman growl, though it was soft...it was a warning. If you saw her now you'd notice her nails were a bit longer and her teeth had elongated slightly, just the canines.

Ginger Fitzgerald wasn't human. And how had the young auburn haired girl known to bring a robe for her sister? Call it a 6th sense, for the dead. "Guns can't stop me." was all she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Go." telling Brigitte.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-06-02 01:07 pm UTC (link)

Crichton felt pretty bad for the girls, knowing how confused he was when he was first abducted by The Planet, but he had to admit that, other than being away from your loved ones, life was a dream here. He felt especially sympathetic towards the dark-haired girl…Bea? Is that what the redhead called her? Awfully old name for such a young girl…Bea reminded him a bit of Aeryn Sun. If Aeryn were here with him, this place would be Paradise instead of a place he frustrated himself trying to escape from…there was no escape…he had stopped trying when the Planet threatened to end him.

Crichton smiled at the raven-haired girl and spoke soothingly, “It’s possible, Bea. You’re here. You might as well enjoy it honey”, he patted her back, “There are more young people here too. This place is like one big ball of fun! A vacation 365 frelling days a year!”. He gave her an encouraging smile and a shrug, “You just can’t leave…believe me…I’ve tried”.

The man’s pale blue eyes narrowed and his smile threatened to turn into a grimace when the redheaded girl went into a poisoned-tongued rage. He listened patiently with his hands on his hips. When she was finished, he noticed the girl’s nails and her canines, Oh crap. Lycan…Loup Garou…your bargain basement werewolf!. Keeping his cool, Crichton put himself between Bea and the Red, “Graduated from Dick school…!”, he chuckled, “…your right! How did you know?”, he rubbed his slightly stubbled chin, “As a matter of fact, I graduated Head of my class!”. He walked closer to the feral female. Then it was his turn to growl, “Look, Red, you wanna growl and wolf out, you go right ahead, but let me warn you…READ THE PLAQUE! NO KILLING!”, he pointed to the plaque and then pointed to her. “Do you think that something powerful enough to bring you here can’t control you? Then go ahead. Be a fool! But let me tell you what happened to the last werewolf that tried it…”, he leaned forward, anger in his face, “…he transformed into the wolf and attacked someone. Before that person was even scratched, a massive silver hand erupted from the ground, grabbed the wolf and pulled him down under…he was never heard from again”, he turned his back on her, “So, go ahead, hotshot, try to take me down and see if all the king’s horses and all the king’s men will be able to put you back together again!”.

In a calmer tone, Crichton addressed the other girl, “I imagine you’re a werewolf too, Bea?”, he inquired, “Well, let’s go find your room and you’ll have all the clothes you’ll need there”. He smiled and winked, “Hey, guess what…you’ll love this…we have two moons here!”.

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suicidalwolf
2008-06-03 05:56 am UTC (link)

A vacation? Brigitte wasn’t sure she could call it that as she wrapped herself in the white robe Ginger had given her but she felt a sense of dread drop down in her stomach like a heavy stone when John told her there was no way out. So many shocking experiences were after hitting Brigitte in such a short amount of time that the brunette felt overwhelmed, like she was cracking up. In a short amount of time Brigitte had gone from being trapped in a cellar by a psycho kid to turning into a wolf to turning back human to waking up naked on a strange planet and then to meeting John and have a visit from her dead sister.

It was no surprise that Brigitte finally snapped.

“Stop it Ginger!” she yelled. “Go where? Where am I supposed to go? We’re fucking trapped here and what good is growling at him going to do?”, Brigitte demanded as she pointed at John. “He’s done nothing but try and help me…us”, she added. There was a time when Ginger’s word was law to Brigitte but that was a long time ago, almost two years since Brigitte had stepped out from being the meek little sister and became her own person. She wasn’t about to go back to following her sister blindly, not when she knew what Ginger was capable of. ‘But you’re capable too’, her mind silently reminded Brigitte. ‘You and Ginger are on equal playing ground’.

John was yelling at Ginger too, saying that she could wolf out but she wouldn’t be able to kill, words that caused Brigitte to pause in her frustration at her once older sister. “Wolf?” Her pale green eyes fixed on John as he asked if she was a werewolf too. It was not something Brigitte would normally admit to but it was obvious this guy already knew so she sighed and admitted it with a simple “Yes”. When he mentioned finding clothes, Brigitte nodded tiredly, feeling weary.

“Two moons? Great, just what I needed”, she groaned. Inwardly she hopped she wouldn’t be transforming anytime soon as Brigitte didn’t need any more shocks to the system. Out loud all she said was, “For the record, my name’s actually Brigitte. B’s just a nickname Ginger calls me”, she told John before looking at Ginger. “And Ginge? I’m seventeen now, not fifteen. From the looks of it, I’m actually older than you”.

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searchandestroy
2008-06-08 10:32 pm UTC (link)

Staring at him in awe for a moment, Ginger stood there. Not gawking. Not open mouthed and certainly not afraid. When he was done with his little speech the woman burst out laughing. "You done yet?" was all she offered. When Brigitte had asked her where they should go for once in her life she looked at her with an open heart, maybe Brigitte was right... maybe she didn't need her older sister anymore. And by chance, Ginger wasn't the oldest anymore. No. That was bullshit. "You think I'm trying to not help you? If you think this pussy has been helping you... " then she stopped and pointed a long, thin finger to her sibling.

"You don't need my help?" waving her hand at her sister and her new found boytoy. "Fine." Ginger began to walk away. "I died... for you!" she finally screamed throwing her hands up in the air. "You think that would be good enough...what about the pact? What about us BOTH going? Huh?!" whirling around now to face John.

"You don't need me, obviously the-" using her fingers to symbolize the planet by wiggling them.

"The planet has it covered right? ... fuck this, and fuck you." and she ran. Disappearing behind something or another. Fuck this, she might as well go exploring.

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