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Tweak says, "Thank You, I Want to Spank You"

burnthroughtime (burnthroughtime) wrote in theletheproject,
@ 2011-05-10 19:44:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 01, john sheppard, neal caffrey, open, sam winchester, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Tenth Doctor and open to Sam Winchester, John Sheppard and Neal Caffery
What: Arriving, waking up
When: Day 1, morning
Where: First his room than the 2nd floor receiving room
Rating: TBA
Status: ongoing

There was a chill that seemed unsettling and something else, rearing from the back of his mind, that came slowly into the Time Lord's consciousness. His first thought, among many, was that in confusion having fought tooth and nail, having avoided sleep for so long, having traveled place to place to place in his desperation, determination, iron cold terror of looking back and seeing what he really, truly had done. It was this in fact that caught the man off guard; the simple reality that he even was really waking up at all. How could he be waking up? This of course had to mean he went to sleep and as far as he could remember he'd been running from both the waking and the sleeping world altogether during his last attempts to defy any means of his own death and any means of who he'd become. A colder, more cruel man, something evoked in certain darkness, in hunger, in a terrifying power. A stranger who would look back at him from the reflective glass of the TARDIS hub; measure only now by the guilt and pain that strangled against ageless brown eyes.

After blinking against the ceiling the Time Lord, frowning slightly, already recognizing that one, he shouldn't be waking up, and well, two, he was in a gown. A medical gown, actually. Now that that was out of the ordinary. He managed to push himself up against a weak gurney, something despite the haunting that never seemed to leave his face sparking his curiosity. Ever like the child, it came when least expected and exploded into an array of energy and movement, the man more prone to this than anything when with a companion. Of course that had been the old him, one lost along years of traveling on his own, against the stars where he might just speak up to remember no one was there beside him. He moved a finger curiously against the table, bringing it to his nose and then looking around with a sort of intense, curious stare. Well this was new. All of it in fact.

Without wasting and more time the skin railed man moved swiftly to the locker, pulling it open with a strained creak and examined the insides with that same measured curiosity, grabbing a hold of the clothes and then the note attached to said locker.

"This is...this is definitely new." He hated himself for it, but that was excitement that leapt through him, driving a smile against his face. Maybe, and the man hated himself even more for the slight thought, a relief that wove against him that he might, just might, be able to push against fate and his own death if for just a little longer. Another mystery to occupy, to push, to feverishly defy. He'd traveled all across the universe in desperation to not let go so was this a gift or was this where he was meant, by practically divine intervention, to meet his end?

He looked up, sniffing slightly as if non too concerned for either outcome before promptly pulling the gown off in order to redress himself, still his eyes scanning the region with something of that still slight fascination, taking in the rotted and dusty cracks and peeling paint; the drip of what sounded like a leak. Yes, definitely a leak...

After this the man, curiosity and something of a shadow of his old spark pushing him onwards, he stepped through that door into another room entirely, still with that paper going through his mind; spinning on his heal to look around him as the door snapped shut; latching, locked from where he'd come...

"Hello? Figure might as well say 'ello. Anyone here?"

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n_caffrey
2011-05-20 07:39 pm UTC (link)

"Alright," Neal found himself unwilling to put all his cards on the table. "Well, I'm George." If he had to go with a name, he may as well go with one of his old favorites. It almost didn't seem like a lie sometimes. He'd told it to diplomats, high rollers, all the way down to baristas and paper boys. In such an uncertain place, George was going to be his only ally for now. "And I didn't volunteer for this."

As per the suggestion flying around, getting out sounded like a really good idea. Upon exiting his room, he noted the electronic locking system. Difficult to hack without a centralized computer of some sort. This place looked a lot older than the technology was letting on. Sophisticated camera technology and he could only guess at the security net. This place was starting to seem more and more like a trap by the second.

He listened to all the ideas patiently, suddenly wishing that he didn't feel like he was somehow ensnared in a Draconian lair as punishment for his crimes.

While staying together seemed like the logical answer of things to do, he also didn't want to be herded to the slaughter. The whole business made him uncomfortable.

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burnthroughtime
2011-05-21 12:01 am UTC (link)

The Doctor turned as Sheppard opened the apparently only unlocked door in the area, grinning slightly despite himself. Colonel John Sheppard reminded him a little of Jack if he were completely honest. Once upon a time that might've been something he minded, rather something that stole to his conscious and that same old wrongness that seemed to flea throughout his entire body, but well a lot had happened since the Time Lord had left the other on Satellite 9 and the familiarity struck him these days a little differently. "Right, well, lead the way John." His eyes managed to steal the room one last time, taking in the cameras with still that lingering "something" of almost fascination and a darker kind of thrill that seemed to flush through him like his instincts kicking in. It had taken a huge something to draw them here after all, he just had to figure out what and, well, in the mean time try and keep these people safe however he could. Something told him that in itself was not going to be easy. He followed after, mind as always the source of his distraction, moving like a man with far too much energy but also with an air of experience in these type of typically for normal people at least stressful situations.

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psychic_boy
2011-05-22 12:37 am UTC (link)

As he stood by and watched the other two follow John, he took one last look at the camera in the room. He seriously had to get the rest of them out of there and fast, who knew what the hell was involved in this. Sam brought up the rear of the group, making sure George didn't decide to run off or start something. Something about the suit wearing man left a bitter taste in his mouth. George was the first one to point fingers and yeah this was a stressful situation but turning on each other and getting angry wasn't gonna help anybody. He made a mental note to keep an eye on the shorter man and make sure he wasn’t doing things he probably shouldn’t. His gaze went from the checking the hall to the Doctor who seemed to be bouncing a little. Sam tilted his head and wondered why the dude would seem so excited. Maybe the guy needed meds or something.

“Just everybody stay together, alright?” he told the small group as he checked behind him, making sure nobody, or worse yet, nothing was following them.

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lantean_son
2011-05-22 04:47 am UTC (link)

John was painfully aware as the Doctor followed him, seemingly guileless and too, too trusting. He wanted to make sure he was worthy of such trust. He was tense, even as the hall opened into a new room. There were two sets of staircases off to the right and another hallway directly ahead of them. He scanned the new room, noting the seemingly ubiquitous cameras, but there wasn't anything else obvious. But Atlantis held a hundred secrets in each of her walls; anything could be hidden, waiting for the right person.

He considered going through the adjoining hallway, trying to find rooms 1-6, but his gut told him he'd find them downstairs. There wasn't any logic to it, just the experience of the last five years. But still, he was loathe to leave the far hall unexplored.

The guy covering their six, Sam, seemed solid in a way most civilians didn't and John wondered if he didn't have some military training. Regardless, he had three egresses to cover and only one of him. If he was going to trust anyone in this group right now, it was going to be Sam.

"Sam," he said, indicating the far hall. "Check it out."

Sheppard himself moved to check out the stairways.

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