✈ 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.

[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]

[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?

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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]

[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?

[myironeyes]

This place is called the barge.

You're...probably dead.

[Sorry.]

[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?

[enchangement]

You're dead. [ Flatly, but then something in her expression changes. ] Can't go back, not yet. There's learning to do here.

[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?

[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?

[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.]

[diealone]

What?

[He's not sure if he's more confused or angry. He doesn't remember dying, and he feels like he would, even if it was just something sudden, like-

Like maybe taking a bullet in the back, which could have been what pushed him forward, but he doesn't remember that, doesn't want to think that's what happened. He has a purpose, and he needs to get back to it.]

[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]

What?

[He sounds angry, but really, he's just more confused, and maybe a little scared now, too, even if he won't admit that to himself.] I'm not- I'm not dead, I just-

Where are the Barracks? I need to get back there. Have you seen Sayid, he's an Iraqi, he was shot right before I got here-

[myironeyes]

It is disconcerting.

[Such sympathy. Very soothing. Metaphorically, not with brass.]

Someone is attempting to give you another chance.

[Spam]

[diealone]

[Jack backs up, holding up a hand to say "back off", or "hold up".]

I'm not hurt. What- What ship? I can't be here right now, I have somewhere else I really need to be.

[diealone]

A what?

[No, no he hasn't.

And he has other things he needs to worry about right now.]

Where are we?

[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 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?

[diealone]

I don't- I don't need a second chance! [And he's angry now, suddenly, because he had a second chance, and now he was somewhere else? And he was dead?

None of this is supposed to be happening. He was supposed to fix everything, stop all of this from happening, and he'd died?

He can't accept that.]

I have to get back.