goddessgarcia (goddessgarcia) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2010-11-12 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2010 11, character: savannah monroe, dead: penelope garcia |
RP: Savannah & Garcia
Who: Savannah & Penelope
Where: The Base
When: Friday, November 12
Summary: Meeting of the Sunshine Girls
Much against her own will, Penelope was beginning to believe what they had been told about this place. At least a good chunk of it.
She and her laptop and the computer provided by their kidnappers had spent the last several days getting acquainted with each other, the base's databanks, and the wider Web. And she'd come to the conclusion that if this was a hoax, it was the most insanely elaborate hoax anyone had ever perpetrated (a hoax whose ultimate goal was still totally obscure, BTW). Someone - or, more likely, dozens of someones - would have had to create a government entity worth of false files and programming, all of it airtight to Penelope's hacking magic. They would have had to build a replica Internet, for Christ's sake, with just enough of Garcia's go-to sites missing or changed to jive with their story of a mirror world on a slightly altered path. All her digital wizardry couldn't find a single hole in their story.
Not to mention building this facility, kidnapping all these people she kept seeing wandering in the halls, fabricating all these history books and informational packets - it boggled the mind. And all to stuff a bunch of people into rooms and leave them there?
The other bit that didn't make sense was the superpowers. She had yet to see anybody acting X-Men-y, but why would they make up such a silly detail if it wasn't true? A few times, in the privacy of her own room, she'd tried to pull a Cyclops or a Jean Grey, try to blast or lift or magnetize something, see if she could hear anything that might be other people's thoughts, or levitate just by concentrating hard. All she'd managed was to give herself a headache.
If everybody else got superpowers and she was left out, Penelope was going to be severely annoyed.
When she started to feel overwhelmed, she sought out Derek. Whether he was in the gym, on the firing range, or on his way to check on her, just seeing him made her feel a little more settled. A little less like maybe she'd lost her mind.
She was on her way to find him now. Though she'd given up and was wearing the awful jeans (jeans!) that had been left in her room, she'd paired them with the fuzzy green sweater she'd been wearing when she'd arrived. Jeans and T-shirts... ugh, it made her skin crawl. She would have to find out very soon how a person went about getting some real clothes around here. Penelope Garcia just was not herself without her wardrobe.
Ahead of her in the corridor, she spotted someone who made her pause. The girl had to be way too young to be a Federal agent of any kind. Obviously law enforcement folks weren't the only ones caught in this transdimensional shift, but were they actually expecting this little thing to be on their task force? Penelope's brow creased, and for the first time since arriving, she voluntarily started a conversation with someone besides Morgan.
"'Scuse me, sugar. Hi." She offered a hand and a smile lit with glittery mauve lipstick. "I know you don't know me, I'm Penelope Garcia. What's your name?"
Until now, she'd been worried about herself (and Morgan). Now her protective instincts had found someone new to fret over.