✈ 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:]

Comments

[myironeyes]

You must be new.

[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. ]

[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?

[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. ]

[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.

[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.]

[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. ]

[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. ]