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Tweak says, "That tickles!"

got2haveasmith (got2haveasmith) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-07 15:22:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, ellen ripley, location: museum, sarah jane smith, shannon rutherford

Day 10: Late Morning
Who: Sarah Jane Smith, Shannon Rutherford, Ellen Ripley
What: random encounter and meeting in person
Where: in the lobby of the museum
When: Day 10, late morning (11-ish?)
Rating: PG (?)
Status: Complete

Having spent the day before wandering around the town, Sarah decided to take some time to explore her new "home." She hesitated to think of it as a home, except that the Doctor was bunking here, and being around the Doctor made her feel like she was home, in a way. Familiarity in strange surroundings. And the surroundings were certainly strange. It wasn't the worst prison Sarah had ever found herself in, but it wasn't good by any stretch of the imagination. Still, it could always be worse. At least she wasn't being poisoned by radiation, that she knew of.

The museum was a beautiful old building, even in its current condition. Sarah could see glimpses of what it had been in its prime. Some of the artwork still retained its former beauty, even mold-covered and tattered as it was. It had a sad charm about it Sarah found fascinating. It also served to make her appreciate her own home all the more. As soon as she got out of here, she was going to make sure all of her assets were well taken care of and properly enumerated in her will for Luke.

Luke. It had been two days since she'd last seen her son. She had no doubt that he could take care of himself, but she still worried about him. He would be worried about her, no doubt, probably more than she was about him. Hopefully, the Jacksons would look after him until she could help the Doctor get everyone out of this horrible place. She blinked, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes, and hurriedly lifted a hand to wipe them away. Giving in to sadness like that wouldn't help her think, wouldn't do her any good. There would be time enough for tears when they all escaped.

"Oh, hello," she said, looking up. She caught sight of a young woman across the lobby. "I'm afraid you startled me." She wiped at her eyes again and offered the woman a smile.

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got2haveasmith
2009-06-07 05:04 pm UTC (link)

The Insider had been a very odd thing indeed. Sarah hadn't spoken with him...her...it much. It had been clear that whoever it was wanted to unnerve people. Mentioning Andrea had indeed unnerved her, but she hadn't wanted to write anything to that effect. It was more disturbing that the person had known about Andrea than what he (for lack of a better term) had said regarding Sarah's culpability. She had come to terms fully with Andrea's fate not too long ago, and had been able to speak with the woman personally. She doubted that the Insider knew that much.

She filed away Bob's name for future reference. Both women spoke highly of him, so he would be someone to look for. "Petrol," Sarah repeated. "Gasoline." She wasn't sure whether the woman was just unused to English terminology, or whether she didn't know what the substance was. Although, her next words made Sarah suspect the latter.

"Hypersleep?" Sarah asked, turning to Ripley. "Like a stasis chamber?" She had a brief flashback to her youth, and being put into a sort of hibernation chamber herself, on Nerva Beacon, so she felt she had at least some idea of what the woman was speaking about. "Pardon me for asking, but when are you from, Ms. Ripley?" Future, definitely, but how far? Perhaps she was from Nerva?

Sarah wasn't sure whether to be pleased that her theory seemed to hold some water, or disturbed. "Throw off the subjects?" she suggested. "This place looks on the surface to be unsafe, unstable. Deserted areas usually mean something bad has happened. For a town to be in such a state would imply something quite bad indeed. That would make the people put here immediately nervous, more ill-at-ease." She could almost hear Mr. Smith saying something similar in an analysis in her head. That thought brought her a little comfort. If she could still puzzle things out, she'd be fine in the end.

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