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stephen hart secretly listens to the spice girls. (bleedinghart) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-09 23:12:00

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!active, daniel "oz" osbourne, day 26, location: forest, remy lebeau, spencer reid, stephen hart

Day 26 - New arrivals!
Who: Stephen, Spencer, and Oz. [And maybe any locals that happen upon them.]
What: The latest victims wake up in Vas.
Where: Edge of the forest near the clock tower.
When: Day 26 - 7:15am.
Rating: PG.
Status: Active.

It was the prickle of grass against his skin, tickling his nose, that woke Stephen up. The feeling was by no means uncommon, but it was off. He had just been at the beach; grass was not what he should be feeling. Beach... the scorpion... Helen's hushed voice... they were dead...

His thoughts brought consciousness swiftly and Stephen sat up abruptly, eyes flying open. But instead of falling on gently crashing waves or sand or that damned giant scorpion thrashing at the end of its tether he was faced with a treeline, and an unfamiliar one at that. What happened? Had an anomaly just... appeared right in front of him? The last thing he remembered was striding across the sand to his vehicle with Helen's words echoing in his head. The team was dead. Nick was dead. But Helen was alive and needed him to play hero and rescue her.

A hard shake of his head, one hand briefly pressing to a temple and then running back through his hair as he tried to feel if he had been knocked out with something, and then he was getting to his feet. Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the trees, likely the edge of a forest of some size. Something was off. It didn't look right, or feel right. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it at the moment. A noise had him turning sharply to one side, left hand reaching for a gun that wasn't there, and a confused look came to his face when he saw someone else lying in the grass. Actually, two someones. Two men he didn't recognize, at all.

He took a quick look around him, weary of a threat appearing out of nowhere, only to have his sense of confusion increase as he saw buildings somewhat nearby. So. An anomaly appeared out of nowhere that went to... the future? Somewhere not so far in the past? Unlikely. And that wouldn't explain the two others. Or why there was no shining anomaly nearby. Stephen rubbed a hand over his face, the other resting on his hip as he sighed heavily. This couldn't be happening... whatever the hell was happening. He needed to get to Helen. He needed to find the team, even if they were dead. No matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it unless he saw it for himself. It was too unfathomable to think that they were really dead. That Nick and Connor and Abby were gone.

Briefly lost in his thoughts and the grief that wanted to creep up on him, Stephen didn't immediately catch on that the other two men were stirring.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-10-11 04:47 pm UTC (link)

"No stone t'rowin'." Gambit returned to the other red-head with a smooth grin, though he was letting his eyes fall to half-lidded as he looked him over, focusing first on his face, then trailing down over his body. It almost looked like appraisal.. but if poor Oz was paranoid at all, perhaps he'd pick up on the fact that those black and red eyes lingered a bit too long on his face. He was deciding something. And a Cheshire cart smile curled his lips shortly after. That other red-head gave off the same sort of vibe that the little boy did. And in his book, he was lumping them together. Selene gave off a similar vibe, one that told you to run away.. but she was an attractive woman, so he'd ignored it. So this guy was either a vampire (and he just wasn't sexy enough to be a vampire) or he was a wolf. Nevermind that he could have been a million other things, Gambit was assuming.

Then he was looking back at the other man with the long hair. "Oui, 'dis uh prison an' we all prisoners here. Jus' c'mon ou' t' see 'de lo' o' you, an' make sure y' ge' int' 'de town nice an' safe. Don' wan' none ya gettin' los' on y' firs' day." He pushed away from that tree he was near and made a gesture with one gloved hand. "G'wan an' take 'de boxes, an' le's ge' goin'. Answer wha' I can f' you while we walkin'. Firs'.." He was turning to put his back to them, heading back out of the forest much too quietly. He didn't make nearly the noise he should have as he snuck his way through leaves and sticks. "Dunno where we are, do know 'dat 'deres gonna be uh full moon soon.." He lingered on those words, glancing back once towards the other red-head, but then he was looking forward once again. "Coul' be eart', bu' ain' likely. Coul' be uh plane', uh new dimension, dunno. Bu' we know 'dat we go' humans here, an' aliens, an' mu'an's. An' we ha' 'dis zombie, she dea' now. 'Das anot'er t'in'.. 'dis place ain' jus' uh prison, we bein' experimen'e' on. 'Dey tor'ure us.. fun stuff like 'dat. Jus 'de ot'er day we all go' sen' back t' years back an' ha' t' relive really ba' t'in's. We ha' uh eart'quake.. people tryin'a drown us.. 'dis weir' gas make people crazy.. an' one time, half 'de people here go' turn int' chil'ren. Oh, an' 'de killer bir's an' 'de zombies. 'Dat was recen'." As he moved out of the forest and stepped onto the freshly paved roads, he turned to smile at the lot of them again and open out his arms, displaying the clock tower behind him and the larger town beyond that. "Welcome home. Mos' people stay in 'de gym, 'de museum, or 'de thea'ter. Sugges' y' stick wit' people. An' you," he pointed at Oz, past the other two. "Go' someone you gonna wanna mee'. Name's Remus, lil' boy." But he wouldn't go into detail.

"Ques'ions?" He'd answer them now, gentlemen.

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got_bit
2009-10-12 01:09 am UTC (link)

Being a musician, you got used to being sized up by boys and girls. Being possible food for fun little demons and vampires, you got used to being sized up in general. Being Oz, you didn't care much either way. From watching Cajun Style Eyes..Cajun food. He wasn't a fan of Cajun food too much. Too well done..whom he was currently debating what sort of demon he was. He seemed to be helpful, but that could happen. What was it? Step into my parlour, said the spider.

He looked over at English and then the guy with a library in his brain, and Oz stayed amicably quiet while they spoke. He had a tendency of simply soaking up whatever knowledge others pulled out of whatever source. Like the fact that English asked immediately where they were and seemed to be less freaking out about the possibility that the Weird Stuff was happening. He looked up at Gambit again, a single eyebrow moving up at the mention of zombies, experiments and children. There was the mention of the full moon, which sucked. He just dealt with that a week ago. They must be on a different dimension, then. Hell dimensions, he remembered reading, had different timings for things. Mental note was made to find a secure place. "Sounds like Sunday." In other words, sounded like Sunnydale.

He was starting to follow the group and cocked his head slightly. "Oh yeah? Think he can play an instrument? I'm thinking that maybe if we get instruments at the right pitch, we'd be pretty rocking." And could break the glass using sound waves. Bonus.

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awkwardnerd
2009-10-12 04:40 am UTC (link)

It was incredible, how this man had just accepted the fact that he was a prisoner of whatever this Vas Captio glass jail or vessel of imprisonment was. It didn't really give him much hope to speak of, and he did another quick search for his cell phone, hoping to find it so he could at least attempt to contact the team. When his hands came up empty again, he gave up and just looked back over at the Cajun.

When he started walking, Spencer bent down and grabbed the survival kit, slipping the strap around his thin frame and stumbling across the forest floor as he followed the man. He looked around nervously at the other men he was with. They seemed just as confused as him. What were the chances of someone having some kind of... prison they used to store people they kidnapped, out in the middle of the forest, somewhere they couldn't escape and couldn't signal for help? Probably high, given everything he had seen in the past. It was certainly possible. He ran his fingers through his bangs, tucking them back behind his ears. Something the Cajun said, however, made him sputter out another question.

"Wa-wait, they torture you? Experiment on you?" He sounded both horrified and uncertain. If they were dealing with some kind of psychopath who wanted to play God, he really really needed to make Hotch, Gideon, and the rest of the team aware as soon as possible.

He stared at the large town sprawled out before them. It looked dilapidated, and he swallowed, looking toward the other two he'd woken up with. Eventually, he spoke up, his voice shaking despite how he attempted to inject confidence into it.

"Um, we-well... my name's Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid, and I'm with the F.B.I., the um, Behavioural Analysis Unit, I'm a profiler..." He looked around again, awkwardly. "My team, they're probably looking for me, and they'll bring help..."

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bleedinghart
2009-10-12 07:13 am UTC (link)

Stephen listened to the man with the strange eyes who apparently lived in this place, the frown seemingly set in his face. But the wheels inside were turning and no matter his doubt he was soaking up every word. Well, what he could decipher at least.

Mention of the place being another planet... actually didn't sound all that strange. Or perhaps not as strange as it should, probably would have before the anomalies showed up in his life. They went to the past and the future, so who was to say they couldn't travel through space as well? People debated time travel and space travel could be combined to make traveling through the galaxy possible. It wasn't anything Stephen particularly listened to, but something he could ask Connor about. No, you can't. He's dead. They're all dead.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Stephen huffed out a breath, reluctantly following after the others. He was weary to leave the spot, in case an anomaly was soon to appear again so he could find his way back to his own time, and weary to leave the wildlife that could actually tell him what he wanted to know with the certainty that it wasn't lying to him. Though, if it was another planet...

"Wait. Let me see if I get this straight." He paused near Gambit, still with a mildly skeptical look on his face. "This place is a prison of sorts, yet more like a giant petri dish where people are brought against their will and have experiments done on them. Creatures from myth appear from time to time, like zombies. And you're perfectly calm about this?" It sounded insane. Yet... was something like zombies being real and walking around terrorizing people any stranger than chasing down creatures from the Cretaceous Era?

As Stephen stood there he glanced at the two he had woken up with. The youngest-looking one seemed to be taking everything in stride, which to be perfectly honest reminded him far too much of Connor, and so he shifted his attention to the more nervous-looking one. Not that he could blame him for being nervous or uncomfortable. This didn't exactly sound like the greatest of times to Stephen either. He did however shoot him a curious look when he sort of babbled out an introduction. "Call it a hunch, but if the crazy this guy is saying is true I don't think your team is going to come running. Nice thought though." And he wasn't trying to dash the kid's hopes, even if it came out that way. But if there had been people stuck in this place for a time, well, surely they had people looking for them too, yet they were all still here. Maybe they weren't government and thus important but everyone had at least one person that cared about them and would notice if they went missing. At least that was how Stephen was looking at it.

And hell, was he actually starting to believe this apparent local? His threshold for crazy must have been raised even higher than he realized.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-10-12 04:15 pm UTC (link)

"Kin'a nice ki', dunno much 'bou' him, 'dough." He rolled back his shoulders, a smooth, graceful movement. Really, that Cajun was quite an attractive young man-- young, because he couldn't have been any older than twenty-two. And with the way he moved his body? Well, he drew attention from women wherever he went.. that was, until he got to know them. Rose Tyler was a perfect example. He'd really screwed that one up.

And with a shift of his body to the side, putting all of his weight on one leg, he flashed a charming smile to the other long-haired young man. Reid. Doctor Reid. Funny, that.

"You gonna be our secon' Doct'r Rei', go' one alrea'y. Ellio' Rei'. Blon'e girl, real nice. Kin'a di'zy bu' she go' uh nice rack." Welcome to Vas Captio, boys. All the people here were crazy, your tour guide was no exception. "Bu' she's 'de me'ical kin'a doct'r.." He paused then to think about it for a second, red eyes rolling towards the sky. Huh. Oh, yeah.

"An' 'de sun ain' se' here f' two days now.. wen' four days wit'ou' i' risin', too. So check 'de wa'ches on y' wris's when y' wanna know wha' time i' is." He was pointing with a single ungloved finger to the watch on his own wrist.

"Ain' perfec'ly calm 'bou' i'.. jus' accept'e' i'. Lon' as we here, gonna be experimen'e' on an' tor'ure'.. ha' m' arm disloca'e' 'de secon' day I was here-- been here.. uh.. 'bou' twen'y days now? Seems lon'er." He mused with a shift of red eyes over the group.. then he was breaking out into that easy, laid back smile once again. "Some us been here uh mont', or nearly 'dere. An' sometime 'dey kill people an' leave 'dem layin' roun' t' be 'foun.. ain' happene' la'ely, 'dough." And then Gambit was pausing once again, to try and think back to anything he might be missing.. torture, executions, experiments, earthquakes.. zombies.. Oh!

"An' everyone here kin'a from differen' places an' times. Like I sai', 'dere's leas' one alien, bu' we go people from ot'er worl's.. like me, I'm from Eart', bu' no' 'de same Eart' ot'er people from. Like uh differen' dimension. An' I'm from 'de year nine'een nine'y t'ree.. go' people here from two-t'ousan' nine, an' 'de fif'y firs' cen'ury. All kin'sa t'in's." Well, boys, there you had it. And then Gambit was pointing at the other red head, and the other dark-haired man. "Didn' ge' y' names, ain' jus' gonna go 'roun' callin' y' 'Homme'." He said with a lift of his eyebrows.

"Oh." He recalled something else after a moment. "An' 'de books, 'dey work like.. cell phones, kin'a. You wri'e in 'dem, an' everyone can see. Y' can make t'in's priva'e, bu' 'de people runnin' 'dis place can still see 'dem.. so you wanna keep somet'in' really priva'e, y' talk in person, an' y' talk low."

Creeped out yet, guys?

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