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Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: mission 01- recovery,
- ax,
- b5,
- bandit,
- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
- cielo,
- cybil bennett,
- daniel jackson,
- dr mcninja,
- gambit,
- grif,
- jaime reyes,
- jim raynor,
- john crichton,
- john-117,
- kate bishop,
- lafiel,
- leela bricker,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lois lane,
- lyta alexander,
- malcolm reynolds,
- mei ling,
- nathan petrelli,
- nia teppelin,
- nightwing,
- pavel chekov,
- q,
- river tam,
- ronon dex,
- sam winchester,
- spider-man,
- spock,
- stature,
- the vision ii,
- wyn callahan,
- yuri otani
Queries and Quibbles--mind your Q's
[ooc: Read this bit.]
Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.
Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.
Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.
Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.
Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.
Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.
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Except, in space, there was no chocolate. Just the ship trying to shake itself apart, apparently.
Obs deck was where everyone seemed to be heading, so he had carefully merged with the traffic, so to speak. A sense of dread was already building in him, starting to strangle out dreams of running endlessly through hoops.
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"Kurt?"
They wouldn't have forgotten them on their own--Cybil wouldn't have forgotten them on her own.
"Jesus Christ! Stacy! What did you do to us? Why didn't we remember these people?"
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Though her suddenly outburst was enough to make him freeze up. He was officially confused.
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Yup. That was panic.
At least he didn't try to teleport out of the room, but for a moment, all his fuzz was standing on end, like a terrified cat trying to make itself look bigger.
"I think I know what a lab rat feels like." At least he answered her questions and didn't try to raise too much fuss when she wanted to poke at him. "I am okay.. I think."
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"His vital signs indicate he's likely been recently released from stasis, but his physical condition seems optimal otherwise."
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"Who are you? What did you do to him? What do you mean you suppressed our memories?"
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Yeah, she's pissed. The ship took crew members and did who knew what to them and made the crew FORGET them--they didn't even know to look for them.
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Kurt was fine, and that was the important thing. Cybil had touched his shoulder, and she could probably feel his back muscles go slack with relief.
"I, uh, think there were hoops. And there was supposed to cake. I never got any." For a moment honest frustration was on his face. "I thought I was having a really stupid dream."
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In this case, this was one that she had been responsible for--she had been captain at that time.
"How many others have you taken like this? Has anyone else gone missing?"
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This was just weird on a whole new level, and you know what? Screw it. He'd take a protective hug from a very angry policewoman. It still calmed his panic.
"You're pretty good at this comforting-people thing." He had actually whispered to her from behind one hand, a brief grin on his face, before the AI had refused to talk and.. vanished.
"Guess that means we find out the hard way."
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"I'm a cop. Half my job is calming people down. It just gets a little more complicated when they're drunk and have shotguns."
Oh, the joys of small-town policework.
"And I guess we will have to find out the hard way--who knows if we've been made to forget other people were here."
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"I have a question, then. Do you remember how long I was gone? Do I even want to know how long?" Now that GLaDOS was no longer trying to talk to him, he was feeling a little less wired up. "Or.. could that happen again? Have they been taking people all along?"
Yes, he did expect Cybil to know everything. Just because.
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There were more questions, but there were no answers. Like, why had he been abducted -after- he'd already been abducted? What did the tests prove? Why had he been let go? The only source for that was some crazed, vague AI.
"My life is awesome." He declared to himself. Now what?
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Listening to that conversation, it was like Leon suddenly remembered that there was something he forgot. He was struggling to remember it now.
"It was... goddammit!"
He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember at all.
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She pauses.
Weren't there more faces in general? Other people? They don't have as many as she thought.
She checks her old datapad, the roster there, before she transferred it to the omnicoms--but there's nothing unusual there. Then again, it could've been hacked. She moves to the omnicom.
"I had names. I had everyone's names."
She's seeing if there are any names of people they've not seen for a while.
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He should have. He would have. He...
"Shit! They've tampered with my files."
He did make notes, but those have either been deleted in whole or in part, leaving him with nothing to go on.