NEW COMERS POST 1

[proximods]

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

Comments

[true_noir]

"It does, doesn't it? I don't know that the difference really matters here, but it certainly feels more like technology than what I last saw." She shrugged. The difference really was meaningless. They were captives either way, though this was tolerable to the alternative for the moment.

"Knowing what it is, though, I suppose might give us an edge eventually. Knowledge is after all power."

[americanclassic]

"Doesn't hurt to keep tabs on what's what around here. If we're lucky, maybe they'll slip up." Or maybe he'll slip them up himself. Either way, he wasn't going to nix the possibility of anything until he'd triple checked it. If there was a way out of here, he planned to find it.

[true_noir]

Chloe considered that, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes. "I don't quite know how I feel just yet, to be honest. Escape from this place will mean returning to death," she explained. "Even if I was just seconds away, I will still be dead. So I'm not sure where I stand with this group of captors just yet. With Atia... eventually the price became too high to forgive her. I'm hoping these won't be that bad."

[americanclassic]

His brow cocked at that, not entirely sure he knew what she meant. "I'm... confused. Why would you be dead if you left here? Do you have a bounty out?" It was the only think he could think of, not being familiar with the way time and dimensional displacement worked.

[true_noir]

She smiled and reached up to tap the spot on her chest where the scar of her killing blow actually hid, underneath the body suit. "A dessert fork, right here between these ribs and straight into the heart. I was bleeding out when Atia stole me away... or dead. I honestly don't know for sure. I'd blacked out. Dead as a doornail, I'm afraid, unless the scientists send me back to that place."

She paused, frowned and then nodded, sure of her next statement. "I'd rather die."

[americanclassic]

"I'm still not sure I understand. You're fine now, aren't you? Why would you die, or go back to almost death just because you found a way home?" Yep, Steve had never dealt with timey-wimey shenanigans. Time was linear. He might sleep through chunks here and there, but he wasn't thrust back to do it all over again.

[true_noir]

She sighed a little sympathetically. She'd had four years of this crap to deal with. It hadn't been as easy for her to start. "Unless this place is very different, they have stolen me from a moment in time. People would come and go from that island. When they returned, they said that they had returned the moment they had been taken and remembered nothing. When I return to my world, it's to the moment of my death."

[americanclassic]

"Sorry if I seem stuck on this, but isn't this place different purely because... it's not where you were before? If the other, ah, island you'd been held on had some sort of magic going on and you're here now, wouldn't that argue that you could leave here? Go home and be like you are now?" He looked confused. He was a bit confused, but after waking up and finding the world changed so much from what he'd known, up to and including aliens and gods, he was willing to accept things out of his realm of expertise.

Just more slowly. And with proof.

[true_noir]

"No, you're right," she said, shrugging and looking at him carefully. "It might mean it, but after four years of knowing that I'm dead, of seeing people come back and forth, I'm not prone to optimism. Optimism just builds wishful thinking. I'd rather think of this as a ... new leas on life, if that makes sense."

[americanclassic]

"I suppose it does, in a way." Guess who knew about life-changing events? This guy. "Until we know more, it might be best not to make too many assumptions on past experiences, though. Just in case we cut ourselves off from an avenue that's useful."

[true_noir]

She considered and shrugged. "Old habits die hard, but I will try to be at least a little careful, at least until I know for sure what I'm dealing with. That I can offer."

[americanclassic]

"Trying is all anyone can ask." He gave her a smile and a nod, though he still wasn't sure what he was going to do with the information he'd picked up today.

[true_noir]

"If you'll excuse me," she said, bobbing her head once. "I'm going to go see if there's anyone else I know that's trapped here for the moment. I'm pretty sure we'll see each other again soon."

[americanclassic]

"Until someone finds a way out? I'm sure we will." He gave her a small smile, then decided it was time for him to go off and try to find out more if he could.