✈ 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]

It calls itself the Admiral, and makes arrangements. None of us actually know what he is.

[diealone]

I can't- I can't be here, right now. There has to be a way to send me back.

[myironeyes]

Some people do go back, when they're free. Time isn't connected to time in your world. You could go back to the same moment.

But we don't have a way to do it now.

[diealone]

You can guarantee that? That I'll go back right to when I left from?

[myironeyes]

If that's what you decide.

[diealone]

Then what do I need to do to make that happen?

[myironeyes]

Change.

Presumably for the better. I don't know why he brought you here, so I can't give you specifics.

[diealone]

[Something snaps. Or feels like it snapped, anyway, because he just cannot fucking deal with this, not after everything, not after he knew how to fix everything.]

I already had a plan! I don't need whatever this is giving me another one.

This is completely insane.

[myironeyes]

That is the general consensus, yes.