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goddessgarcia (goddessgarcia) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2010-11-12 12:46:00

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*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.

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savannah_monroe
2010-11-12 09:44 pm UTC (link)

So she was in New York, in another dimension, but really that wasn't as terrible as the fact that she couldn't compete with the squad. What would the Hellcats do without her? What would she do without them? What would she do without all of her things?

They had given her BDUs and shirts and lots of books. She didn't want books. She wasn't sure why she needed to know who the president of Afghanistan was. It's not like she knew in her dimension nor did she care. They hadn't given her a single book about the important things like colleges and cheers.

The only thing she had was the gym. They were all hitting things, while she rehearsed her routing and her tumbling. So she put on one of those green tight shirts, she had taken one of those BDUs and cut them to her butt and proceeded to go to the gym. She was on her way there when she heard someone talking to her.

Savannah turned smiling. "Hi, I'm Savannah Monroe, please to meet you," she said, shaking her hand. "I love that lipstick. Did they let you out to buy it? I need some make up. I had some in my bag, but not enough and not even a trace of make up remover or lotion. How am I expected to live like that?"

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goddessgarcia
2010-11-12 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Penelope noted with approval the modifications Savannah had made to her standard-issue wardrobe. She herself could never have pulled that particular look off, but every girl should know how to play to her strengths.

Her smile widened further and turned wry. At last, someone who understood what she was going through! "Oh, my dear darling girl, do I ever know it." She rolled her eyes. "All I've got is what I had in my purse, I lost an earring during the kidnapping--" She raised her voice pointedly on the word, though there was nobody around to care. "And these!" She poked at her denim-clad thigh. "Girls with my hips do not wear jeans, and they definitely do not wear whatever... workman's cut or whatever this is. Generic face wash, no nail polish remover, no hair styling tools at all... I've been meaning to talk to someone."

Flushed a bit from her tirade, she grinned at Savannah. "I'm so glad somebody here gets it! There's altogether too much testosterone in this building." Young as this girl was, Penelope had a feeling they were going to get along.

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savannah_monroe
2010-11-13 04:04 am UTC (link)

"Oh finally, someone who speaks my language," she answered, sighing happily. "People only grunt here, or give orders, or say 'yes, ma'am'. I don't want them to tell me yes, I want a shopping trip. I'm not even asking for much, but there has to be a Sephora store somewhere around here, right?"

Savannah looked at her, and pondering whether she should say more. "I've learned to make clothes. Maybe if we can find a sewing machine and they get us some fabric we can make something. It won't be great, but it has to be better than jeans and BDUs." She shook her head. "I don't even wear jeans. Why when you can wear a skirt or a dress? You look so much better." She moved closer and lowered her voice. "They are keeping me here. They won't let me go anywhere; I can't even call my parents. We need to find a way out."

She stepped back and grinned. "I was going to the gym, where there are plenty of men, but I can show you what I do at home. None of this punching stuff. I'm a cheerleader. We have one of the best squads in the country."

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goddessgarcia
2010-11-13 04:26 am UTC (link)

"Skirts and dresses!" Pressing a hand to her chest, Garcia got a little wibbly-eyed as though she were meeting an especially cute puppy. "Bless you, you kindred spirit you! That settles it; you and I are going to band together and demand a shopping trip. Girls' day out. If we're stuck here, we deserve that much at least."

She gave a theatrical groan. "Cheerleaders! Go all the way to a parallel world and I still can't get away from 'em." But she winked to let the younger girl know she was joking. Linking her arm through Savannah's, she started them both back along the corridor that would take them to the gym. "I was heading that way anyway. It's usually the place to find my honey; he's always down there doing the punching thing." She wondered with a smirk how Derek would react to his beloved self-defense training being referred to that way. "I try to avoid things like exertion myself, but you can show me your stuff!"

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savannah_monroe
2010-11-13 04:32 am UTC (link)

Savannah took Penelope's arm and moved closer, while she pretended to scratch her mouth, in case they were watching. Four days and she was getting paranoid already. "I've tried to escaped. More than once, maybe if we do it together-"

She looked at the other woman hopeful. She was stuck here with big men and liars. No one would let her call her parents or Dan. She would even talk to him. In fact, the thought that she might never see him again almost had her in tears.

"I need to find when they are all there, when I won't see me, so I can leave. You won't tell your boyfriend, will you? Please, I have to get out and find mine, or call him, after I call my mom and daddy. They'll be so worried right now. I don't even know what they want for me. If it's money, my parents will pay. Please help me," she said.

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goddessgarcia
2010-11-13 06:42 pm UTC (link)

As Savannah's manner suddenly changed, Penelope's eyes widened with surprise, then softened with understanding and sympathy. "Oh, honey," she said softly, feeling her heart break a little at the fear and hope she saw in her young companion's face.

At first it seemed strange that They wouldn't let Savannah have a phone, considering they'd let Garcia have the entire Internet at her disposal. But then she thought about the ramifications if the girl actually did manage to reach her parents. Or her boyfriend. If they came to believe 'their' Savannah was being held against her will in New York, that could mean no end of trouble for the people here. Skeptical and frightened as she'd been (and still was; let's be honest), Penelope was still independent enough and Federal agent enough that, given access to the outside world, she'd launched her private investigation rather than try to contact Kevin or Hotch or any of the team. Savannah was just a scared teenager. Of course her overriding impulse would be to reach her family, or the authorities. Those were the right impulses for a teenager to have, but obviously in this extraordinary situation Savannah couldn't be permitted to follow through on them.

"Kitten, I wish I could help you." Her face was filled with compassion. "Believe me, I do. But I think our fine feathered friends in the big offices here are telling us the truth. If we're ever gonna get home, I don't think it's going to be by walking out the door and catching a bus."

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savannah_monroe
2010-11-13 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Savannah had thought that this woman could possibly help. After all, she knew that they were being kidnapped. Why would anyone try to stay here after that? They didn't even know what they could do to them. Why couldn't anyone understand that they needed to leave?

"Please, Heaven and Hell and concurrent dimension that bring us to God. How is that possibly true? Unless they are planning to kill us, in which case all their talk about Heaven and Hell suddenly seems more plausible." Why was she even wasting her time? This woman clearly didn't understand.

"Fine, let's go to the gym," she said with a smile. She didn't need anyone. She'd scout the place how she's meant to do and then she'd try leaving once again. She'd failed three times already, and she might fail a few more, but she'd continue trying until she succeeded or they killed her. "It's this way."

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