[Shannon] Sorry, Charlie....

[sinanju]

Who: Shannon-in-Charlie
When: Day 29, 1 p.m. (approx.)
Where: The Storage Room
Invited: Shannon/Charlie, a Very Special Guest Star, anyone else
Status: Complete

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[purplerhino]

Outside the storage closet a furry form whimpered as blood oozed out from under the door.

Oorie shuffled back a few paces and puddled on the floor.

She threw back her head and made her first barking howl, then whimpered and barked again. It was a half squeaking bark, made more as an instinctual call to her mother, or any nurturing, protective presence.

She just kept alternating between whimpers and barks.

The smell of her puddle was completely covered by the smell of blood and the contents of severed intestines.

(OOC: Why do I suddenly want Riddick's ass on the island?)

[Blaise]

[sinanju]

Blaise had left the cafeteria after the momentary switch with Ami. He didn't know what Ami had done in the few seconds she'd been back in her own body, but when he found himself back in the cafeteria again he was overwhelmed by a rich stew of emotions and thoughts. It wasn't painful but it was loud, like being in the middle of a noisy cocktail party--a cacophony of voices that made it difficult to concentrate on your own conversation

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

Jack, too, recognized that stench. He looked around the door and winced, paling a bit. Like Blaise, he had seen much, witnessed much. Hell, he'd most likely done as much as Sayid in the interrogation field. This was just... and it was likely someone they all knew

[Scott] Wha?

[starborn_scribe]

Some sort of commotion in the hall woke Scott from a restless sleep. (Ami?) The silence in his head and general malaise reminded him that he was still stuck in House's body. "Fuck," he muttered.

Footsteps pounded past his and Ami's room.

"Ami?" Scott wrenched his eyes open and sat up. He was alone.

Despite being completely and utterly un-psychic at the moment, Scott's gut told him that something was wrong. Ignoring his various aches and pains he grabbed House's cane and made his way to the door. The hall on the other side was quiet, so Scott opened the door and stuck his head out. He looked around, wanting to call for Ami, but hesitated. If there was trouble, he didn't want to draw it to him in his currently defenseless state.

[Blaise] Did I Mention I'm Psychic Now?

[sinanju]

The revolver felt wrong in his hand. It took a moment for Blaise to recognize that it felt too big; Ami's hand's were smaller than his. Still, better to have it than not. Just in case--

--Blaise was leaning against a door, the metal cool against his skin. It was pitch black and he was terrified and screaming as claws and teeth tore him apart

[Aeryn]

[tweets]

(OOC: Sis, I'm bringing John along, hope you don't mind

[tweets]

~Sniff~ But I LIKE Charlie!

[sinanju]

Alas, somebody likes almost all the NPCs--but not enough that anyone has been interested in playing them more than briefly. So they languish, unloved and unplayed for months on end, lonely and miserable. They pile up in the corners with the dustbunnies, feeling like the velveteen rabbit. Unloved and unwanted.

So occasionally we find it necessary to murder them in the most horrible fashion imaginable neatly euthanize them for my own twisted amusement the betterment of all.

[Blaise] At the Crime Scene

[sinanju]

Blaise was back on his feet now, well aware of the blood drying on his arm and soaking the back of his shirt. Aeryn and John were standing with him, surveying the scene. Aeryn had asked what happened

[Aeryn]

[tweets]

Aeryn's glimpses of the massacre were all she needed, despite her own past. She watched while Blaise, John and George hovered in the doorway, then she turned to the others.

"There's not much I can do until they're finished" she said, looking pointedly at the Doctor (Daniel-in-Doctor). "What can I do to help, until the clean-up?"

[Daniel] Ghost Story

[sinanju]

Daniel nodded his head toward the end of the corridor. "Go up there and keep anyone else from coming down here unless we ask for them. There's not much to be done yet, and gawkers won't help."

"Also," Daniel continued, "let people know that...Charlie is dead. Don't tell them he was killed, just that he's dead and we're investigating. I know that we can't keep it secret long, and I don't plan to, but at this point we have no answers to give to all the questions a murder would raise."

"We have no idea who--"

"Or what," Blaise interrupted in Ami's voice. "Definitely what."

"--or what," Daniel agreed. "Nor how or why. We'll provide answers as soon as we have them."

"Alright," Aeryn said, "You've got it."

Daniel turned to Blaise. "'Or what?' What do you know?"

Blaise looked uncomfortable. "You know that Ami has--she's psychic." Daniel nodded encouragingly. Blaise blew out a big breath and started talking.

"I had a--I guess you'd call it a vision." Blaise laughed humorlessly. "Well, not a vision, technically--it was pitch black. But

[Blaise] Did I Mention I'm Psychic II?

[sinanju]

"What else?" Daniel asked.

"I saw...other things," Blaise said. "Mostly just fragments. Rodney in the lab, getting worked up over something not working. Lots of running and shouting and screaming, both here and back on the beach."

Blaise hesitated. "I don't know what, exactly, is coming--but I'm pretty sure something unpleasant is coming our way."

He glanced into the storage room. "And I think this is connected to it."

[Faith] It Happened Quickly

[fikgirl]

Faith stepped lightly around the room. She steeled her nerves from the moment she arrived and the need to wretch was not nearly as strong at the moment. Faith would be the first to admit that Slayer did not equal indifference . . . even she would never have contemplated something this grim or grotesque in her darker days.

Faith didn't know what she was looking for, but she knew that she'd know when she saw it.

So far, though, all she knew was that the murder had been grisly and thorough.

"Quick," Faith muttered.

"What was that?" Someone in the hall asked.

"It was quick," Faith said. "She - he - whatever. They got killed quick."

"How do you know?"

"Because we didn't hear anything. This much blood, that -" Faith waved at the remains of the body. "Would take a while with normal weapons, or even a normal demon or something. We would have heard the screaming."

[Blaise]

[sinanju]

"Yeah," Blaise said quietly. "It was quick." Or at least it seemed quick in his brief vision.

Blaise rubbed his temples. He could feel everyone's emotions. And get snatches of their thoughts as well. He knew that Faith was more unsettled by the evidence of violence than she was letting on.

It was strange, this direct perception of emotions. Not like guessing at what people felt by their body language, expressions, tone of voice and so forth. It could be helpful, but it had a high price. Ami could have it. He'd be glad to get back where he belonged.

[Daniel]

[fikgirl]

"Too late to lock down the bunker," Daniel spoke aloud but mostly to himself.

"It wouldn't matter," Chloe's voice carried outside with Faith's control and overtones. "This wasn't natural or normal. If it got in under our noses, probably got out the same way. Lock down ain't gonna make a difference."

"Anything else?" Daniel prompted.

A moment passed, then another. "No vampire or demon I ever heard about. Might be something in one of the books though." Faith appeared in the doorway, and clutched at it, just barely stopping herself from falling down in the blood. Chloe's brilliantly green eyes met Daniel's, and a brief flash of pain and disgust shown there before being replaced by the usual distance and non-chalance that Faith affected when she wasn't being sexual. "I didn't like her much, but nobody deserves to go like that."

Daniel didn't have anything to say to that. The urge to comfort Faith was strong; her mask slipped more than once, but he didn't know how she'd react to that. She liked to be strong, she needed to be strong

[Doctor]

[purplerhino]

(since we're making threads at seperate times