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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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