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Tweak says, "The Earth is NOT FLAT."

Christopher "Chris" Perry Halliwell. (changethefuture) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-07 22:19:00

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!complete, chris halliwell, connor temple, day 18, location: gas station, remy lebeau

Who: Chris Halliwell and Connor Temple, now joined by Remy.
What: Time for the newest arrivals to rise and shine!
Where: Forest near gas station.
When: Day 18 - Morning, 7am or so.
Rating: PG.
Status: Complete.

The first thing Chris became aware of as he regained consciousness was a lack of pain and wetness on his face. It was the absence of pain that urged him awake. Was he dead? Had his spirit passed on to heaven? But... if he was dead... did that mean he had succeeded in changing the past?

He sat up with a groan, one hand pushing him up from the ground and the other going to his side where Gideon had stabbed him. It was reflexive, and when he felt torn cloth he opened his eyes to look, shocked to see the skin beneath was healed. How could that be possible? Even an Elder couldn't heal a darklighter's poison; Leo had tried. Chris pushed his hair out of his face and feeling it damp tilted his head back only to squint against the drizzle coming down. Well, he wasn't dead, because this wasn't heaven, or the underworld for that matter. Least not any part of the underworld he had ever heard about or seen. Did that mean he succeeded in changing the past, was that why he hadn't died? He didn't feel any different, and he thought he would feel different if that was the case. Or at least not remember what had just happened to him, because shouldn't have changing the past changed what happened in the future, and changed his own actions? Ugh, thinking about the ins and outs of time travel gave him a headache. But he did need to figure out where he hell he was and what the hell happened, because this was most definitely not San Francisco.

As he looked around Chris noticed he wasn't alone. While he didn't recognize the other man lying nearby his whitelighter instincts were kicking in and he shifted onto his knees as he moved to see if the man was alright, or at least alive. "Hey... hey, are you alright?" Chris lightly shook one of the man's shoulders before searching for a pulse, mostly relieved to find one. Mostly, because for all he knew this man was some sort of demon or darklighter and had sent the both of them to this place.

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leconnortemple
2009-08-09 06:03 am UTC (link)

Connor's eyebrows lifted carefully. This was possibly the most insane thing he'd ever heard. He had to listen carefully to catch every word in the strange accent. Cajun, it seemed. Oddly, he'd always thought Cajun just referred to food. Bourbon chicken, gumbo, and the like.

"A glass box?" he asked, picking his battles carefully. Because, really, who wanted to be the crazy and confused person? What he'd really like to do was rail against anyone who came too close. Like the guy he'd woken up beside--which would be hard to explain away as it was! The other one seemed defensive. Way too guarded. Probably how Connor should be and yet he couldn't. This was too...well, interesting! Annoying, probably really confusing, but interesting just the same.

And, apparently, deadly. "They've killed ten people here?" he asked quickly, eyeing the...uh, Cajun up and down. "Seriously? What'd they do? Did they commit some sort of crime? Are there rules here?" There wasn't a way to get all of this information in fast enough. And he needed to know. When he got home, and rest assured, Connor had every intention of getting home, he needed to tell the others every single thing he'd learned and done here. Especially if he had somehow made his way through an anomaly. He'd probably be researched!

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changethefuture
2009-08-09 08:24 am UTC (link)

"Cajun." he echoed dryly, not losing his suspicious look for a second. That was a region, not a race. Perhaps under better circumstances he might have let the comment go. Maybe. "I asked what, not where. Humans don't have eyes like that." Chris fired back, seeing no point in fooling around with wordplay. He needed to know just what he was dealing with. If he found out what that might help him figure out the where, and how to get home.

He cast a glance at the man he'd woken up near and decided that of the two, Connor was the most harmless. And it wasn't just the eyes that made him think the new man was a danger. "How do we know you're not the thing that brought us here, wherever the hell this place is? Seems awful convenient for you to just happen to be nearby." And Chris wasn't the type to believe in coincidences. Not after all he'd been through in the last year trying to find who was out to turn his brother evil. The talk of deaths didn't phase him, other than to tell him it was a dangerous place. But hell, was there anywhere that wasn't?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-09 10:51 pm UTC (link)

"Some people here commi'e' crimes 'fore 'dey come here, bu' not mos'. Mos' jus' normal people been thrown here. Bu' no' all 'dem from 'de same time, nor from 'de same plane', or worl." He lifted his eyebrows at Connor then. "Where an' when you from, homme? An', you? Where an' when you from?" That second one was questioned to Chris. "Wha' mont', wha' day, an' wha' year you bot' from? An' where you live?" Hopefully that would make his point. Maybe they'd both be from different years. And he wouldn't have to convince them of anything. But, who knew?

"Ain' no rules here, jus' try y' bes' not t' ge' kilt." Yes, kilt. Because he couldn't say 'killed' properly, and it came out in more of a drawl. However, when Chris was prompting him about what he was, his eyebrows lifted some and a cutting smile spread out over his face again. "Maybe I ain' human." Was his only answer to that first statement, before he inclined his head some. "Guess you go' uh righ' t' t'ink I migh' be behin' 'dis.. bu' I ain' 'de one been here 'de longes'. Go' people been here eigh'een days, I jus' been here nine." Wow, had it really been that long? Or rather, had it only been that short? "An' I jus' foun' you. People show up, every mornin', ou' here in 'de woo's. So I come ou' every mornin' an' check." He shrugged up a shoulder. "People gotta know wha's goin' on, was confuse' myself when I shown up, so like t' le' ot'er people know wha's goin' on, 'das all." Got all that, Conner? Poor boy.

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leconnortemple
2009-08-10 01:50 am UTC (link)

Connor was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually he'd have jumped in with several theories, thoughts, ideas...something. But instead he stood quietly and listened. He wasn't quite as suspicious as his companion. Possibly because he was getting used to people and things winding up in places besides the ones where they belonged. The man's red eyes did freak him out, at least a little bit. But he would deal. Non-human didn't seem as strange as it might've a year ago.

"London. Well, Manchester, originally. Living in London now for work." Did he really just ask what year? Oh, this was too good. He was about to find out he really had traveled in time again. This time even more accidentally than going after Abby. "It's April, two-thousand and nine," Connor said simply. And he waited. He waited to be told he was wrong, that it was the twenty-second century or some such. But then, they wouldn't be prisonders taken through an anomaly, would they? Hmm.

"So let me get this straight," he began, since one of the two newcomers had to remain calm and he was kind of used to these abnormalities. Kind of. "We've been imprisoned, this place has been around for eighteen days, and people just get dropped off in the woods with...socks?" No one would ever accuse Connor of letting things go over his head. Or not getting it.

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changethefuture
2009-08-10 03:30 am UTC (link)

Chris didn't want to tell this red-eyed stranger anything. Especially when he started talking about where and when. Got to be some sort of alternate universe. It has to be. Why else would time matter? The nonchalant attitude was really starting to get to him and he'd started to raise his hand to put his telekinesis to use (if it worked here that was) but then the man he'd woken up near started babbling off answers to the stranger's questions and it drew Chris' attention. Particularly the year he stated. Chris' brows rose a bit as he looked over at Connor, reluctantly stating "November 16th, five years earlier than that." Of course, he was truly from about twenty years later, but he'd yet to make it back to his hopefully changed future.

His gaze returned to the stranger and he had to admit, he didn't look or 'feel' like a powerful enough demon to work the kind of magic it might take to pull two people from two separate points in time and put them in the same place. To be honest, Chris didn't even know that demons could do that kind of difficult magic. It had been a small miracle that he and Bianca had been able to use the time traveling spell correctly. "Okay fine, maybe you're not responsible." He could reluctantly concede that point, raising his free hand to his temple in an effort to stave off a headache. "But you're definitely not human. Some kind of low-level demon? The eyes are a nice dramatic touch but you guys usually try and blend in more." Chris looked toward the Cajun with a darker glare and stepped closer to him, not moving his hand right away. He was trying to sense if he still had his powers. "How do we get out of here?" He was including Connor in his 'we', as the man seemed nice enough. Like someone the Elders would assign him to... if they had been from the same time and place.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 03:48 am UTC (link)

When the two men disagreed on the date, Remy opened gloved hands up as if to say 'See? I told you!' but the words never came from his mouth. They didn't have to. He knew he'd won that bit of the argument when neither man wanted to bring it back up again. So there. His hands fell to his sides once more, pushing into the too-deep pockets of the Time Lord's duplicate coat. "Non, no' human. No' comple'ely. Kin'a. M' a differen' sor' o' human. Better sor'." Or so he thought. So many mutants thought.

"An' uh demon, my eyes jus' 'dis way. Red jus' uh color, homme. Don' mean not'in'. Jus' cause someone wear black don' make 'dem in mournin', non? Jus' uh color." He repeated a second time, lifting those eyebrows higher and making his eye widen out just some as he did. "Dunno how you ge' outta here. Been tryin' 'dat myself for eigh' days. Nine, you coun' today. So has everyone else here, ain' gonna fin' no one know 'de way ou'. You gonna have t' settle in like 'de res' o' us. C'mon, gonna show you 'de way to 'de gym, maybe 'de museum, where everyone else en' up." With this said, he was taking a few steps back, crunching wet leaves under his boots as he did, waiting for them to come along with him.

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leconnortemple
2009-08-10 04:06 am UTC (link)

Connor shot a sideways look at the man he'd woken up beside. Was it safe to go traipsing around with someone he'd just met? Probably not. And he didn't like the sound of not being able to go home. There was so much to do, with Cutter gone. And Sid and Nancy needed a home now. Abby's smile when he'd suggested keeping them was still fresh in his mind. Jenny would be anxious, and Sarah, she was still so new, there was so much to teach her.

Now what?

It wasn't as if they could do anything else, was it? No, he decided, looking around them. The way out wasn't the same as the way in. There was no shining anomaly behind him. And Chris had arrived from an earlier point in time, not a futuristic one. That didn't mean the non-demon, non-human was from the same point. "When are you from? The where is pretty obvious, I guess, but when?" Time travel wasn't quite as foreign an idea as it might've been to some, but they hadn't broken through enough information about the anomalies to be able to look at points only a few years before or after. It was, therefore, weird.

That didn't stop him from automatically falling in step behind the Cajun. May as well. If he wasn't getting home right away, may as well stick with someone who seemed to know the ropes.

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changethefuture
2009-08-10 04:27 am UTC (link)

He rolled his eyes at the 'better' comment. He wasn't exactly human either, but he didn't look down on simple mortals. Well, literally perhaps, but not in the sense the Cajun meant. "Clothes and eyes are two completely different things." he shot back, not able to entirely let the subject go. And he would have continued on, trying to get to the bottom of whatever the man was, but then Connor was falling into step behind the man and Chris just stared incredulously for a moment.

"You're going to just trust him?" Barely a breath passed before Chris was throwing his hands in the air and following after the both of them. He couldn't just let an innocent wander off after the questionable man that had found them. Goddamn whitelighter instincts.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 04:52 am UTC (link)

"M' from nin'een nin'y t'ree." He spoke back to the pair of them easily, tossing a smile over his shoulder as he did. "An' eyes an' clot'es? 'Dey ain' 'dat differen', homme. Some day, when you grow up big an' stron', you gonna be able to tell 'dat." Yes, he was poking fun at you, Chris, but it all came out with a smile on his voice. He couldn't help himself. It was one of the ways he dealt with stress.. and there was plenty of stress here.

It didn't take him long to get them out of the forest and onto the dirty road in town, and he stopped there, eyebrows lifting up as he turned back to look at the two newcomers. "'Dis is 'de town. Ain' go' no food, no wa'er.. well.. wa'er now. Gonna hafta collec' some up, so we go' some'tin' t' drink. No beds, no safe place t' sleep, no weapons, an' no way ou'."

Wow, thanks for that motivational talk, Cajun. They appreciated it, we're sure.

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leconnortemple
2009-08-10 05:14 am UTC (link)

"What else are we going to do, sit in the forest and waste?" Connor asked Chris, giving a slight shrug. "There's two of us, one of him." Not that he was all that good in hand-to-hand fighting. Or with weapons, for that matter. Didn't even want to get into worrying about what sort of non-human this person was.

He listened to the spiel as they walked. Nineteen ninety-three? Oh, hell. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to be a mutation, a product of evolution. Not something from his own past. "Sounds brilliant," he muttered, glancing around. No beds, fine. No weapons, okay, he was lousy with a gun anyway. But no food? No water? That changed things a bit. "So how exactly does the whole, I don't know, survival thing work, then? If we're stuck here with absolutely, say, nothing?"

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changethefuture
2009-08-10 06:31 am UTC (link)

Chris glared darkly at the Cajun and had to refrain from using his mind to fling him into a nearby tree; the thought was far too tempting. He decided it would be best to let it go for now. If he got into it with this stranger later he didn't want to give them the advantage of knowing he had powers, or that he was rather horrible at hand-to-hand combat himself. So instead he focused on Connor. He needed to get the hell out of here and back to where he belonged... but in the meantime he figured he should probably look out for the other man. There was likely a reason they had both shown up in the same place at the same time.

When they got to the road Chris was looking around some, sighing under his breath. So he got sent back further into the past? Maybe further than where the other man was from, given the look and sound of things. "Great, just great." He was getting a headache from this mess. "Alright, I'll bite. If there's nothing here how are you in such a wonderful mood? Eating the other people to save your own skin?" Chris turned his gaze once more to the Cajun, a brow arched expectantly. He was so not amused.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 01:29 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, you gonna fin' lo's o' differen' people here from lo's o' differen' times. Know uh few from where you at," He nodded towards Connor, as he turned some to glance back at them, then he smirked a little, lifting his eyebrows at Chris. "An' t'ink 'dere a few people from where you from, too." He turned to look forward again as they began moving down the soggy road.. at least the town would be a bit more clean now, thanks to this rain. It'd wash a bit of that dirt away.

"Non, no' ye'." He laughed some at the question about becoming a cannibal, well, it was an idea! "'Dey always show up an' give us foo' at 'de las' momen'. Ain' gonna le' all o' us starve, 'dey usin' us for experimen's. Gotta keep some 'de lab rats alive, non?" He questioned with a smile, tilting his head to look back at them again. "Over 'dere on 'de righ', you gonna see our gym, 'das where mos' people en' up when 'dey ge' here. Where 'de doct'rs all are. We go' a few. Lexie, an' 'dis lady name Ellio'. An' McCoy. An' some ot'er guy. 'Den 'dere's 'De Doct'r, no' t' be confuse' wit' A Doct'r." Getting all of this, guys?

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leconnortemple
2009-08-10 02:12 pm UTC (link)

No, not really. "No, not really," Connor admitted, speaking his voiced thoughts. Honestly, was he supposed to? They'd been dropped in the middle of nowhere, with supposedly no food to speak of, and he was supposed to get it?

"So we have doctors. And they can keep us alive? Are you telling us there's medicine here or...?" Using them for experiments. Oh, well that was just a bloody pleasant thought, wasn't it? He was going to die a virgin, he just knew it! What sorts of experiments? He'd done many experiments over the years, but never with live humans. Though he had the feeling Lester might actually want to. On him. Or on... Well. That couldn't happen anymore, but whatever.

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changethefuture
2009-08-10 11:40 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't help but make a face at the mention of doctors. Thanks, but no thanks. Chris would take healing from a whitelighter any day... a thought which only served to remind him that he needed to work on that ability himself. Well, if people were getting hurt all the time around here perhaps it'd be a good place to practice. Not that he planned on sticking around that long. Nope, as soon as he could get a feel on some location outside of this place he was going to orb out of here and be done with this apparent first circle of hell.

"What kind of experiments? And if there's so many people trapped here why doesn't everyone revolt or something?" Unless there was a spell at work that made everyone complacent, or whoever was in charge had some sort of leverage that kept them in line, or... "This is ridiculous." And the look of things, as they got closer to the buildings, was reminding Chris more and more of the future he grew up in. The place he left to change. What the hell had he done to deserve getting thrown right back into that sort of mess?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 03:10 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, all kin's. People been tie' up t'get'er in 'de fores', ma'e t' kill tigers an' bears wit' 'dere bare han's.. 'dey trie' t'drown me an' some ot'ers.. people wake up nake' t' people 'dey don' know. Ha' some people cu' open, y' know, have surgery done while 'dey awake. 'Dere was an ear't quake.." His eyes rolled up, trying to think of some other experiments as he walked, closer and closer to the gym. But then that next question was posed and Remy glanced back at the other two men and finally came to a stop, just thirty feet or so from the door. Remy didn't go into the gym, ever. He didn't have an interest in going in there.

"'Cause 'dere's no one t' revol' agains'. Jus' us, in 'dis box. 'Dey all on 'de ou'si'e. We can' get to 'dem." And that was as simple as that, really. They couldn't revolt if there was no one to fight against.

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