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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
2009-07-18 07:21 pm UTC (link)

With a small smile, Shannon nodded. "Or you could write him on the journals. I'd introduce you, but I don't know where he even stays anymore, honestly..." she admitted. Part of her wanted to push Sarah Jane to ask because it might be significant if her experience was similar to Dean's, but the other part knew it wasn't really any of her business past what she'd already said.

"We woke up one morning and everything was back to the way it was when I first woke up here," she replied. "It was kind of weird. Like it literally hadn't ever happened," she explained. "I don't really know how I feel about that..." she admitted. "The thing is...I want to just be relieved and be done with it, but...it's also sort of making me really uneasy. Some people had really bad injuries, you know? And they're just...gone. Is it even possible for that to happen overnight?"

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got2haveasmith
2009-07-19 06:37 pm UTC (link)

"That might seem less forward," Sarah Jane said, nodding at the idea. It would be terribly rude to introduce herself only to ask about something that personal, but perhaps written it wouldn't seem so bad. "I'm sure I'll run into him sooner or later," she said. She didn't want to impose.

Sarah listened to Shannon's explanation carefully. It was disturbing, to say the least. She wanted to say that no, it wasn't possible, except that it had apparently happened. "It...isn't probable, for any sort of creatures we know," she said slowly. "But we know so little about the people holding us here. They can keep the Doctor trapped, and that takes talent. Whoever they are, they must be very powerful, and very technologically advanced. Who's to say what is and isn't possible for them?" A more sinister thought crossed her mind. What if it wasn't just a day? What if their captors had managed to make everyone forget the days of reconstruction and rebuilding and healing, and just let them all assume it had happened overnight? She decided to keep that thought to herself, for now at least. There was no reason to alarm Shannon with her wild ideas. She'd ask the Doctor later, see what he thought.

"We should be glad, at least, that everyone's healed up so well. With the conditions here, and the limited resources, it would have been a very difficult recovery for some of the injured," she said. Spin it positive. She was good at finding a positive even in a dark situation the majority of the time.

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