✈ day one, spam

[diealone]

[Spam for the Hallway on Level One]

[It's like... a record skipping, or car breaks giving out just as you hit a patch of black ice. One minute, he's racing away from gunfire, dragging Sayid along with him, glancing back over his shoulder to track the progress of the van, knowing they're going to make it because this is what they were supposed to do, this was going to fix everything-

And then he... trips? Something hits him? He's not really sure, but whichever it is, he winds up face down in a hallway.

It's not exactly the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, but it still throws him off, makes him think what now before pushing himself up enough to look around, try to get his bearings back.]

Sayid!

[He's alone. Sayid's nowhere in sight, and neither is the van, or Hurley, or Jin or Miles. He pushes himself to his feet, and realizes he has less than no idea where he is. If it's somewhere in the Barracks, he's never been there before, and why would he have wound up here?

Was it a flash? It didn't seem like what the others had told him about, and if it was, why was he the only one who skipped ahead? Why would it have been a flash in the first place? Where the hell is he? He has to set off the bomb.

He's wearing a beige jumpsuit with JACK, WORKMAN stitched into the left pocket and a black and white octagonal patch above that with the word DHARMA in the center. There's a large red gash on his forehead that looks mostly scabbed over, a cloth bag tied around his waist, and he's sweaty, out of breath and desperate looking as he casts about, struggling to process what the hell is going on.]

Sayid? Hello?

[ooc: Multiples and fuzzy time welcome. c:]

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[myironeyes]

You must be new.

[diealone]

[Jack spins around and just. Stares. And stares.

And stares a little more before quickly reaching for-

... He doesn't have his gun. What happened to the gun?]

What are you?

[myironeyes]

[He does not want to say he is an Inquisitor. But for all that the word necessarily means nothing to this man, he cannot lie and say he is not, either.]

My name is Marsh. I will not hurt you.

[diealone]

[It's harder to be threatening and get what he wants when he's unarmed, and talking to someone who looks like he has rods shoved through his skull, or something, but what sense of self preservation he has is really not loving this arrangement right now.]

Where am I?

[enchangement]

[ Oh God why. Is there someone yelling? River freezes in place, and then tries to dart behind a door only it won't open.

Damn it. ]

[diealone]

[While he probably wouldn't admit it, Jack is kind of panicking, and it would be easy for someone who wasn't a psychic to figure that out. He spins around when he hears the noise and stares at her, confused and defensive and starting to get angry because what is happening?

She's not wearing a jumpsuit, and she doesn't look familiar (not that he's really had a ton of time to meet everyone in the Barracks, but), but whoever she is, she's just a kid.]

Hey, [And it occurs to him that he doesn't really know what to say, or ask, and he just winds up blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.] Do you know what just happened?

[enchangement]

To you? [ She asks, pointing at him. ]

You arrived. Flllllipvt. [ Yes, just that sound. ] Out of nothing and onto the floor.

[diealone]

[Jack doesn't know what to do with that information, and he's not sure if he wants to shout or laugh or punch something.

This is just so far beyond what he's had to deal with up until now, and he doesn't know what to do with it.]

I need- I need to get back. Where are we?

[Spam]

[logistical]

Hello.

[Spock has come to a stop some distance away, regarding Jack with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, neither emotion very discernible on his face. His phaser is in his room, as he doesn't like walking around armed, and he's never had much cause to use it aboard, either, but then again, he's rarely been amongst the first people a new inmate encounters.]

[And he suspects Jack is an inmate - that gash can't have come from anywhere good.]

You require medical attention. May I direct you to the infirmary?

[Spam]

[diealone]

[Jack stares, first in surprise - he hadn't realized anyone else was there - and then in confusion, because you're. Dressed like a Star Trek character.

It's enough to take the edge off of the anger and confusion thus far, but it's still there, humming right beneath the surface.]

Where am I?

[Spam]

[logistical]

You are aboard a ship. Any further questions can wait until your injuries have been tended to.

[Spock unclasps his hands from his back, and gestures for Jack to follow him.]

[brokeout]

[ As though to confirm that Jack has landed somewhere entirely weird (or somewhere randomly appearing people are just part of the day), not far away from him John materializes in a twist of light, a sort of sssssTHUMP as he steps into existence.

He looks a little frustrated. Probably because he's done that exact jump six times and can never quite land in the same place. The fuck is with the Barge, anyway. ]

[diealone]

[Jack looks like he's seen a ghost. And this is coming from someone who actually has "hallucinated" ghosts before, so basically he's pretty damn surprised.

He tries to reach for his gun, but it's not on him, or anywhere around. It must not have made the jump with him, and it makes him feel more vulnerable than he'd like.]

Where did you just come from?

[brokeout]

Common area. Few decks down.

[ - is the answer he would have given anyone on the Barge. It only occurs to him after a moment that this guy looks way too panicked. Maybe someone shy? Someone he hasn't seen? How likely is that? ]

Never seen a teleport before?

[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott's coming back from the mess hall, and he has an apple clenched between his teeth as he struggles to pull a gray sweatshirt on. It keeps getting tangled behind him, and he finally flails his arms to free them and start over when the yelling has his head snapping up.

When he sees who it is, the apple drops out of his mouth.]

Holy shit.

Holy shit, it's you.

[diealone]

[Jack turns to look at him, and just. Stares for a second, because he definitely doesn't recognize whoever this is.

And how is he supposed to explain if it's one of the people who knows him as one of the Oceanic Six? Why would someone here know about that? Is he one of the Others he'd never met, which doesn't make much sense considering Karl had been the only teenager he'd remembered seeing while he'd been held hostage at the Barracks three years ago.]

Do I know you?

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah - yeah, it's Scott, remember? We talked when the network went totally nuts. [He stoops to pick up the apple, wanders closer.] It's Jack, right?

[youwillgotohell]

[She's just coming off her shift at the infirmary, so frankly, the very last thing she wants to do is deal with new comers. It's always the same story, and she rarely feels remotely invested enough to care. Agitation runs through her as someone calls an unfamiliar name: Morgana didn't have to see him appear out of now where. He practically oozes new.]

Hello, [she says dryly, arching her eyebrows as she draws closer. Dressed in her usual fare, today a dark green gown of velvet, she looks like she's right out of a renaissance fair and doesn't appear perturbed by that at all.]

[diealone]

[Jack's a little perturbed by it, mostly because it's just. So far beyond what he was expecting to see, and so he stares at her in open confusion for a good three seconds before managing to say anything.]

Where am I?

[youwillgotohell]

[She rolls her eyes, hides it by turning her head to the side.]

The Barge. [She spots the gash on his forehead, wonders how badly he will react if she just heals it. Part of her wants to see.] You've been graciously brought aboard for a second chance.

[Spoiler: This is sarcasm.]

[composited]

[ And out of cabin 1, pokes a pale-haired head ]

Keep it down, asshole!

[ And then he goes back inside, like that was just it. That was the whole interaction. ]

[diealone]

[Which means Jack is just. Staring. And then going back to trying to figure out what the hell is going on.]

[neuropathy]

[ Jesus Haripod Christ, you're all excused except for Marsh. Kind of. Nathan, who is the worst candidate ever for welcome wagon sans ........most of the people who have helped Jack so far, pinches the bridge of his nose and engages his communicator.

Because they have also spoken before, you see! ]

Can y'stay put for a second? [ ...a beat. ] Trust me, I know how that sounds. 'm Nathan. I'm a cop.

[ Look, an authority figure! That means nothing here, but it would back in the real world, so from a new person he's banking it will now, too. ]

[diealone]

[Jack fumbles with his communicator. It takes a couple minutes to get it right, but eventually, you're getting a slightly shaky cam picture of him still in the hallway on the first floor, still looking super confused and more than a little freaked out.]

What the hell is going on?

[neuropathy]

You're gonna like me a lot better if y'hear it sitting down. Just gimme a minute to get there.

[ Right, he's familiar enough with the Barge by now to recognize where Jack is, so he will ...go there. He's leggy, it won't be long.

THUS he appears shortly in Jack's vicinity, noting that the other man looks uh, kind of terrible, but that's par for the course. Right. SOOTHING COP MODE: ENGAGE. ]

Jack, right? [ This proves that he can read, if nothing else. ] What's the last thing you remember doing?