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Tweak says, "The wizard of oz in reverse"

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

Entry tags:

!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
2009-08-10 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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