InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Brain fart!"

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

Entry tags:

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?”

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

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"

(Reply to this)

(Read comments) -