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got2haveasmith (got2haveasmith) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-14 11:00:00

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!dropped, day 15, location: carnival, sarah jane smith, shannon rutherford

Day 15: Late Morning
Who: Sarah Jane Smith and OTA
What: returning to the fold...not that she knew she was out of the fold
Where: The edge of town, near to the Carnival
When: Day 15, 11:30 a.m.
Rating: PG (?)
Status: Active

Something was poking into her leg. Something blunt and annoying. Sarah Jane blinked, feeling oddly groggy, and moved her hand to bat whatever it was away. Her fingers brushed against wood just as her vision finally focused, and she found herself staring at twigs and dirt. She pushed herself up into a sitting position with a start, eyes wide, breath coming more rapidly than it needed to. How had she ended up out in the woods? She searched her mind, but couldn't recall going near the woods at all that morning. It never occurred to her that it wasn't the day she thought it was. She'd never lost time inside the prison, after all.

She patted down her jacket, making sure her journal and pen were still tucked inside the large pockets. That was some comfort, knowing they were still there. It helped her focus, reminded her that everything so far had been real, and not just her imagination. Much as she wished it had been. Then, she glanced at her hands, and blinked, mouth falling open slightly. All the cuts, the glass shards, were gone. Her hands looked completely healed. No splinters, not even a chipped fingernail. She hauled herself to her feet, waiting for the twinge from her hip in protest from where she'd banged or over-extended it the day before during the earthquake, but felt nothing amiss. Now, Sarah began to worry, and to think. There was no way something like that could heal that quickly. Was there? Did their captors have access to technology that would allow them to do such a thing? It was possible, she supposed.

She glanced up, noting the sun was high overhead. It must be nearly mid-day. That meant people would be up and about. She looked around to get her bearings, and realized she wasn't too far from the Carnival. Squaring her shoulders, she began tromping through the thinning trees, making her way toward the derelict fun park. Surely someone would be poking about there, and would be able to help her figure out what on Earth was going on.

"Hello?" she called as she approached. Best not to sneak up on people in a place like this. Too many frayed nerves as it was. "Hello, is anyone about?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-15 05:33 pm UTC (link)

While she'd meant to go to the thrift store first and make her way back around to the museum by walking in a giant circle, the air was too damn cold. She'd headed to the gas station first. Stuffing as much food and water as she could into her pockets - hoodie front pocket definitely included - Shannon pulled the blanket she had wrapped around herself in nice and tight. The stupid thing was supposed to have been a way for her to carry more food...but it was too cold for her to use it for its original purpose.

Coming back out of the gas station and feeling a little shunted and downtrodden by the fact that Jay wasn't there, Shannon looked out toward the carnival at the sight of movement in the short distance. She heard a female voice calling out and the accent hit Shannon first. That voice narrowed it down to Sarah Jane, Martha Jones, and newbies, as far as she knew. The physical appearance had Shannon leaning toward Sarah Jane rather than either of the other two things.

"Hello?" she called back. "Sarah Jane, is that you?" Well, not the most subtle or smooth way to find out, Shannon thought, but it'd do the trick. The blanket was pulled in tighter still as she moved forward, weighed down by food. She was going to have to make a pit stop for sure to drop all of this stuff off.

...maybe after she had some warmer clothes, she could make the circle back around after all and just get even more stuff. Yeah! Then, she could bring the blanket with her again and use it the way she'd meant to this time. All the more shit she could carry, the better. She might even ask Jack, Ianto, or Sam to come along and help her, since she already felt like she weighed a thousand pounds and she was barely carrying anything.

As she drew nearer, she could see that it was Sarah Jane and she wondered where the other woman had been staying after the museum collapsed. Probably in the gym with everyone else, Shannon thought, but she wouldn't have known any better, since she'd been too scared to go in there to look. "Long time, no see," she said with a small smile. "You know the museum's back up...you can come back if you want. I don't think the Doctor's living there anymore, though," she said with a hint of disappointment she wasn't going to bother hiding in her voice.

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got2haveasmith
2009-07-16 01:10 pm UTC (link)

Hearing a voice behind her, and one that apparently knew her, Sarah Jane turned. American accent, blonde hair. That had to be Shannon. She turned, wrapping her jacket a bit more tightly around her as a breeze blew by, and headed toward Shannon, intending to meet the woman part way.

Sarah smiled, then blinked at Shannon's greeting. As far as Sarah knew, she'd seen the other woman yesterday, before the earthquake, and then in glimpses during the aftermath. Her next words confused Sarah even more. "Back up?" she repeated. "But how? It was completely flattened yesterday?" Sarah Jane frowned, trying to make sense of everything, a sense of dread filling her belly. "Wasn't it?"

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