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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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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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